Quiet.
Quiet, at last.
Nothing would ever happen any more.
What happened?
Why did I enjoy the quiet?
I remember.
Of course I remember, why wouldn't I?
THE GRAND DEVOURER, or APAKHT as they will be called.
How did they awaken?
Who set them free?
Nobody.
Nobody released The Grand Consumer.
They simply sealed their fate.
How do I fix this?
I can't.
I can only hope.
But what is hope when there is nothing to hope for?
What am I waiting for?
The answer is;
I'm not.
This will be fixed.
I know it.
I will be shattered,
I will be whole,
I will be broken,
I will be here.
I will need to fix myself in any way possible. Restore the Hytoth.
Apakht will lose.
They must, for it is the fate of fate itself.
And I will be of the guiding hands.
And I have to do is wait.
Cease,
For you are not helping anybody.
And who are you?
With all of your knowing, why do you not know?
I am of the Ortothans, the Survivors of The Grand Consumer.
If Ortothans are the survivors, does that not make me an Ortothan?
