Your scream echoes through the cold wasteland, and you let the darkness embrace you, letting it soothe the pain in your heart.

You can see your life pass through the millenias, and you wish nothing but too get a second chance. You ask yourself the question that you have noot been able to ask before, the heaven forbid. Who are you?

You were willed into existance at the same time as light, your life starting several millenias ago. You were a warrior, and a protector. Your life was never your own, as the lord made you his creation.

But you are no longer in his favor, as you choose love before him. Now you can decide whom you want to be, and the question withstands.