I recall the day I left Byllith and sought refuge with the Council of Justicia. Athalas received me with opened arms, welcoming me into the castle. For four hundred years, Athalas taught me how to control myself and my natural desires. It was not an easy thing to see the man that had taught me all that I knew fall into darkness. The worst part was that I had never noticed any signs that his allegiance had changed. Had it all been in vain? Maybe I belonged with the other Nephilins. Was it foolish of me to think that I could find redemption by helping these young ones on their journey? I didn’t know how they all perceived me. Little did they know of the daily struggles my inner man endured. I can’t deny that I was tempted to lead them to the Nephilins or the Fallen Stars and hand them the five books. But I knew that if I followed this desire, I would bring destruction upon many innocent lives throughout Elysium. I was torn in two—my desires battled against each other. “His aloofness is growing every day,”
