I am Neebus of the island of Nareath, where we live in harmony with the land our mother, and the beasts our father. I travelled across the sea to Nerran, our neighbour, that has killed its mother and dominates its father. I went to spread the word of alchemy, our gift. But the Nerran people are cruel, they gouge metal from their mothers body to forge instruments of war, but not all are so lost. There are those I love, and those who love me. There are those who still care for what Nerran has left, and what Nareath can give.
I came to share alchemy but the Nerrans are greedy. Nerrans prince only wishes to own and control and he fears that which he cannot. I came as an envoy of alchemy but became an envoy of peace. Only by giving more than we wished were we able to prevent conflict. Then a great power arose on Nareath that threatened the people, a magical land-born creature we could not defeat.
We petitioned Nerran for help and the prince sent his sister, his blood. His blood was deadly. His blood ran cold. I will tell you the truth if you will listen, for you shall hear it nowhere else. I will tell you of the battle, for I was there. I will tell you of how the land gave Nerran a heart to warm its blood, and how that blood was linked to mine. I write these words to fulfil a promise, so the truth may be known. For every story can be told in many ways, I pray you will listen to mine.