Lost souls from the past, hear me out,

for what is to be told must not be forgotten.

These events have not yet come to pass,

but I have known them since The Beginning.

When your kind ceased to exist,

your great deeds faded from history,

and from the ruins of your once proud cities

a new kind arose...the Pyre.

This is when my story begins.

It is a story about love,

in a time when its meaning had been lost.

It is a story of adventure,

in a frozen world know as Artica.

Above all, it is the story of Alan Balthazar,

the last of your kind.

Know his name.

Learn his fate.

For that which has been forgotten must be remembered,

if we are to survive The End that is upon us...