Five thousand years have passed. Five thousand years of the same, over and over again. Discovered, and lost. Once again discovered, just to be lost in time again. Bearers only aware of a fraction of the full power hidden inside. So far we’ve been able to control our powers, but we will not be able to keep going like this forever. Slowly the powers will be drained, and our spirits exhausted. One day we will be entirely gone. We cannot keep going like this. We have to do something.
Used, once again. This time against one another. Three versus three, one party wielded by the corrupted, one by the pure. Shattered, our powers divided. It will take long to regain our full strength, but a thousand years should be enough. And now, there is hope. Wielded by a sister's love to free her, her powers were released. I have managed to absorb them, and I think that if I could teach this to my sisters we gather more. It might be a thousand years, but maybe then we could free ourselves from these jeweled chains.
Once more. Our old enemy has awoken, and new bearers have presented themselves. Parts of our powers have still been captured inside the corrupted sister, but we will retrieve them. We will regain our full strength. And, we will start the process. The process that will stop our everlasting decay, so we can once again grow in strength. It may take thousands of years more, but one day we will be free to roam the earth again. Just one more time bound to our bearers. Our time has come.
