It is strange, to be one with an element - to feel it coursing through your veins, your cells, your very thoughts. Fire illuminates and strips bare. It cleanses and it scours, and it reveals parts of the universe I had never dared to gaze on before.
There are gaps, cracks if you will, in the skein of the universe and, through those gaps, wonders gaze back at us. Or horrors, perhaps, if you’re more prone to fear than joy. I have seen the crawling pests of the Void skittering at the edge of reality. The Aughra’s other shells gaze back at us from the Abyss, and - further, beyond that - are beasts so colossal that thinking on them gives me a headache.
Yet, of all the worlds I gaze at in wonder, this one is still the brightest of all. Gielinor, by the monkey’s tongue, is a perfect world. Not just by the measure of its creators, but in its possibilities. It is ripe with magic, filled with potential and the spark within me burns with inspiration at what it could become.
I need but the right tools to turn it toward greatness. I need an army strong enough to keep the rabble in check. Lacrussa can create them. It was easy enough to inspire her to do so, the spark of creativity is so very easy to ignite.
In Avisk I did the same with his obsession with the mind, for if I am to have an army of unstoppable beasts, I must be able to control them.
The world can be reshaped into something wonderful. A glorious regime, burning bright as a star.
Rasthin, Empress of Gielinor. Yes, I very much like the sound of that.