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Prologue: Just Another...


Dating back eons, farther than I can remember, farther than the span of the inception of this universe, farther before the space, time and knowledge had any grandeur on sentient being, there has always been one relative truth...there is what we reserve as good, and that we reserve as evil. In my travels throughout the universe, I can't say I have observed the greatest examples of good. There is always a being doing it for the sake of glory, and even of those simoniacs that are using their brute "superiority" to sell you your salvation.

And what a realm of those sheep who follow. I have revered myself and my race as one who gives for the sake of giving, those who fight to ensure stability and not the thrill of the kill; I reveal to myself each time I am thrown into the heat of battle what I am and who I am. There are many truths to the universe; for starters, English is a galactically known language...along with Japanese, and has been for the past 4.2 billion years.

But there is one known throughout...no matter what religion, philosophy, or any figurative reasoning for existence there has always been good and evil.

Well I'm inclined to say that I won't let my subjective reasoning stop my quest to maintain a balance in the universe. I am a descendant of the race that has tirelessly learned the ways of evil and thwarted it before it gained the upper hand; the race who has mastered the arts of dark magic and brought it to light, learned to engineer the machines of our penchants of evil; and of the race proud, yet humble in our approach. I am from Eltar. My name, I would say has no meaning to you, no prominence in what I need to accomplish throughout my life, but as a courtesy. My name is Zordon.

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