Amidst of the eternal waves of time
From a change of ripple shall the storm rise
Out of abyss peer the eyes of a demon
Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath
The demon soars through dark skies
Fear and death trail the shadow beneath
Until men united wield hallowed saber
In final reckoning, the beast is slain
As the demon sleeps, man turns on man
His own blood and madness soon cover the earth
From depth of despair awaken the Razgriz
Its raven wings ablaze in majestic light
From a change of ripple shall the storm rise
Out of abyss peer the eyes of a demon
Behold the Razgriz, its wings of black sheath
The demon soars through dark skies
Fear and death trail the shadow beneath
Until men united wield hallowed saber
In final reckoning, the beast is slain
As the demon sleeps, man turns on man
His own blood and madness soon cover the earth
From depth of despair awaken the Razgriz
Its raven wings ablaze in majestic light
Welcome to the Land of Mortag!
You awake suddenly, feeling slightly dazed. You try to move your arms, but you find you can't, your movement merely phantomed. You try to talk, to call out for help, but none comes. Your every sense has been severed, you are nothing a soul glowing brilliantly within the depths of time. Your minds eye suddenly beings to radiate with a dark aura, and the outline of a tall figure makes itself present. For all you know, it could be human, but then again it could be something much worse. The figure beings to speak within your mind, each word layered with unspeakable evil.
"Greetings young one. The time has come for you to depart this sacred realm and become a warrior of legend in the lands of Mortag..."
The figure begins to say, but another figure appears beside the first, this one quite the opposite of the first figure, radiating a brilliant white aura. He begins to speak, his words touching your inner soul, bringing a euphoric sense about you.
"...but no legend has ever come to pass without bearing the burden of the land. Your strength will have the power to change empires or to turn the tides of war...
"...but such strength comes at a cost. Your influence will change those around you, driving them mad in time. You will be able to topple entire civilizations, but will have no one to truly call a friend. Such will be your life, one of loneliness and despair. Your only peers will be your enemies, who will give you no mercy. Should you obtain an ally during this dark era, think wisely about them, for even the greatest bond can be broken by the greed's of man"
There is only one way to break the your bonds and truly be free, but this is a matter for you to discover on your own. Now...
Suddenly, as though turned on by a switch, your sense of sight is brought into focus. You're traveling through space at surprising speed. You look left, and then right, taking in your surroundings. To either side of you, there are hundreds of glowing spheres, each varying in size and color. Some glow green, giving off an aura of peace, while others glow blue, giving a sense of tranquility. Other colored orbs give off various auras, but as you look ahead once more, you find an orb of pure white, and the other as black and deep as the abyss, but between the two shines a golden orb, radiating with courage and honor. The two figures in your minds eye being to speak again, this time in perfect unison.
"Look now upon your leader, for it is he who will rally the armies to quench your thirst for battle."
The two say, the golden orb shimmering more brilliantly than before. You begin to near a vast celestial body, its surface covered with flowing waters and expansive plains. As you near it, the two figures contained within your minds eye begin to fade, and the white and black orbs separate from the pack, spiraling outwards into the depths of space.
"Your journey will be long and hard, but only the one who can tame the golden light shall be worthy of our blessings, for Yevon and Razgriz we be."
As the two orbs pass, you speed toward the planet, bursting into flames as you and your counterparts enter the atmosphere. The inhabitants mistake you for a shooting star, pointing up as you streak through the sky. As you near the surface, you separate from the group, heading toward an unknown destination. The land is a blur of colors, the land indistinguishable. You come to a halt abruptly, your senses fading. You feel a slight twitch as you enter something. You try your luck with your arms again, and find that you are able to move them. You lie on the ground for a few seconds, thinking about what has passed, then open your eyes, and awaken into the world of Mortag.
