Far away in a land which was just starting spring, inside an ancient forest sat the ruins of a castle. One so old it had to have been decaying for over four millennium. Humans had not set foot inside this forest, not yet anyway for it was very secluded valley, with mountains on both sides. Now in this ancient ruined castle there was a throne and on that throne sat a god who had not been disturbed since the time of the Egyptians. He was Amos, God of Valor and protector of the High Heavens, from which he was banned from by Brontes. Mortals slept, gods did not. No Amos had suspended himself into a state of reflection, where his godly consciousness had been reliving memories and events from his past. At present he was watching his first days of life and how his duties unfolded upon himself. Armarion was there, his first brother since he did not count the first. They stood upon a hill covered in flowers which had colors that did not even exist on Earth. They watched their parents sculpt the Heavens and breath life into it and for the first time in his life Amos felt happy.

The scene changed again, this time he was watching his siblings from afar. A pang of guilt echoed in him, he was never really there for them, always busy overseeing Heaven and not enough time for himself or close bonds, but there was Armarion who shared in the responsibilities. Yet he was closer to them then Amos would ever be and he did not know what to feel. The scene shifted once again to the great betrayal. In his time of thought Amos had come up with many possible conclusions as to why Brontes did what he did. Was it jealousy? Greed? Or had it been something with the Humans? He could never come up with an answer that he approved of and it angered him. Amos then watched one by one, his siblings leave the army that Armarion commanded in search of him for they had "given up". His last siblings to leave was Thalliana, who cared about the Heavens even more so, which was scary to think because Amos only knew Heaven. He had made a mental note that if he ever awoke again he would find her and together perhaps they could find a way back. He also thought of his parents, why were they not helping them? Were they angry at something their children did? Perhaps it had something to do with Kyra and how she was never found. Maybe, that was it Amos thought, his parents would not help because they had not helped them. He would be sure to remedy that when the time came...

He also made a pact with himself that when he did awake he would find out what Brontes cared for the most in his existence and then take it away from him so that he could know his pain. He was about to watch his battle with the demon Mortis, when something strange happened. It was as if he heard crying? Surely it was not an illusion, so he focused on the crying and a strange vision of Armarion crying, while sitting on a strange canister, appeared before him. Why would he be crying or for that matter, why was he seeing him cry? Surely Armarion was better then that Amos thought. The thought of waking up was enticing to Amos, to see Armarion again would be nice but then what? His presence at Armarion slowly started to drift back away..