There is a great power in this world. Ancient and forgotten. It transformed fields of bare stone into wonders of life and magic. It carved mountains, drained oceans, and burned skies. It never faded. It only grew stronger. Hidden away, waiting to be found. The stronger it grows the louder it calls. Others seek to claim this power for strength, balance, control. I was weak then, naive. So I vowed… never again. Few can resist the call of power. Many say I hold too much power. Others say I can’t be trusted. Maybe they’re right… But the only power I truly have is the strength to let it go.