Zodac:
Let me tell you a story of Eternity.
I was there when Eternia began. I will be here when the universe goes dark and takes with it all the stories of heroes and villains, of warriors and monsters. I have been here through this cycle of rebirth, through every iteration and retelling. Because that is what time is, is it not? The retelling of stories, again and again, in the tragic belief we may one day tell the story just right.
I have been here since the beginning. When our hero was just a man with a sword, a simple, hard, brave man, propelled forward through a world that makes no sense out of a sense of right and wrong. I was here when his nemesis was born, of greed and acidic hate, screaming to the stars and blaming the misfortune he wrought upon himself on anyone and everything else. I was here when that dichotomy that became the center of Eternity was hatched like a dream from a god's skull. A man, a monster, a skull.
This story has been told many times. Perhaps this time it is true.
*
"We've never known if Zodac was truly our ally. He has come to our aid, certainly; he has turned the tide of battles in ways he himself told us was not his right. He claims to be a watcher from afar, but time and time again, he is pulled down from his throne in the sky to take action. The Sorceress told me that this is Zodac's curse. He could move on, he could find peace, if he could remain neutral, if he could make his heart a stone and his mind still. But he sees in the rest of us the thing he has always wanted to be - not a man who watches from the stars, but a hero who takes arms against a sea of troubles and says 'no more.' She says he is a tragic figure, doomed to have forever in his grasp when he'd trade eternity for one lifetime of redemption."
