Skoll
Legacy Name: Skoll

When are we born?
When do we die?
Why are we born?
Why do we die?

The world has been destroyed and reborn countless times, always resurrecting from the ashes as paradise. It has happened before and it will happen again. An endless cycle of life and death. The world is a paradise that was opened by someone. But this era, too, is almost at an end.

We have acquired the means to exceed our natural span of life. Never suspecting that the world itself was finite in its existence. This knowledge has left me in despair. My fate has fallen and scattered like the petals of a dying flower. Like the blast from a sandstorm it has been worn down and weathered away.

As if to be purified, the world will be encased in ice, so that it can be returned to the beginning once more.

Paradise is a world that is opened by someone.

Ragnarok, my purpose in life; it has not come. Lost, I wait in denial for the end of the world. What else can I do? Unable to find my way to the true sun -- the very thing I am meant to destroy -- my heart slowly froze over. I sit in cold and I wait, patiently, for the cold to leave. I will wait forever.

But, I have begun to wonder... is it really... me? Am I truly this heathen beast from my memories? I close my eyes and I see flashes of myself, battling unknowable monsters and watching the world fall apart around me. I do not know if what I see is the future, or a forgotten past. I cannot prove it, either way, but I still believe in Ragnarok wholly. I doubt everything else in this life except that I must wait for my purpose.

And yet... I have the distinct sense that this life is not my first. Everything is too familiar, too... depressingly familiar. Perhaps Ragnarok has already come and gone, and I fulfilled my destiny to blot the sun from the sky. Perhaps that is why I feel only cold now. The blazing light in the sky above me would seek to prove this theory wrong... but then, why does it not warm me? Why can I not feel the heat on my face? Why does it's light not reach my eyes? Why...

Once, long ago, I thought that perhaps Ragnarok is not a physical event, but an internal struggle. Understandably, the idea shook me, and I pondered it for days on end. I still did not doubt its existence, but I then wondered if that was why nothing had happened yet. I searched myself, hoping possibly for a revelation, or to find that something inside me had changed. I felt as if I were on the brink of an important discovery. Alas, my soul felt as cold as ever, and my brief hopes flickered and died.

Ragnarok will come. It must come, and it will bring Paradise with it, and I will know warmth again.