Discovery is as much poison as it is glory. And while I bathe in the appraising sunlight of my successes, I also lurk in the depressing shadow of greed. For here were seven lands - each untouched and each unnamed, waiting for my wandering feet to guide me to their birth. And while I sewed the seeds of civilization into each of them, I created for myself an eighth: a better land, with soil far surpassing in quality to all others. And this I chose for my home, and so I lived and so they lived in peace.

But jealousy springs from power.

My lands were burned, the equine massacred, and the waters poisoned until they stank of death. My own land they flooded until the earth no longer breeched from the sea, and I was left with no choice but to leave.

Who am I? My tale sounds mythical; the sort that gods and lords are made of. But so all life must be judged and governed. I am more cursed than Hades, more exiled than Satan. And I have chosen this! I cannot live without the Element. I have passed away, traveler, if you are reading this, so do not seek me. Even my son has abandoned this place, leaving in his wake his only sister, Ventriloquist. She will tame this land and govern it well. But there are some things you cannot avoid... and sometimes that thing is failure.