[i]The roars of my long-lost brethren that had made his home deep within the Earth caught my attention and terrified me, as his power of Earth and Shadow were great. His appetence for frightening as it was, for that was minor compared to the destruction that I believed would unleash upon creation if he would have his way. I needed to act quickly and saw no time to delve in the plot against one of my Others, for now I needed the Fire of Sol so I can grant my final gift to the races of this world, so that I could finally watch them in their labors and discoveries, but now the ability to bend metal and mountain is what they needed most as I thought of a plan to chain my sibling from destroying all the labors that we've worked so hard for.

With the farmer’s skull, I mark my blessings upon it and cast it into the sea, so it would not be crushed under the waters where the Sun’s light could not pierce. I find my brethren, Sol and make my appearance present to him.
“Sol…” I spoke to my other. “I request that you give me a spark of your flame, for I would have the mortal races defend themselves against our Sibling and I believe their destruction would be imminent if we do not act."
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