XIII, Phase One: THE DIVISION OF LABOR
Elovanon, First Father and King of Heaven,
do not rest alone in your mansion of bitterness.
The Eldare have forgotten you, but we know
How stings have pierced your heart
At the forsaking of your Firstborn loves!
Turn your hate instead to love,
And turn bitterness into hope,
For your mind cannot resist the creation of companionship.
It cannot resist the urges of the hand.
Make, then, the Carti, who will be your hope
Who will be you and yet not you
For the Carti will not question their Father’s love
Nor will they question the Plan of Vengeance,
Which even your blinding aura cannot hide
Yes, we know of the Vengeance you seek
Against the Proud Twelve of the City of Life,
Those who sought their own glory more than yours.
Yet beware their cunning and their independence,
Lest the Vengeance return through your new Children.
Send the Carti out into the City of the Firstborn
and there they will find the secrets to the plan you craft.
There they may be your hands in the absence of your hands
And your eyes in the absence of your eyes.
Yet, you will see well, and know how the Eldare have toiled,
And how their sum of their Creation has bested you,
And you will know how to best them.
Shatter the fabric of their City,
Challenge the Light of Imaria, and
They may yet come to respect your lineage and grace.