Few legends start at the peak. For as long as I have existed I have stood alone, peerless in power.

  I did nothing throughout my life, for what is there to do when you are all powerful?

  I have no one to get revenge on, no woman to covet nor power to gain.

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  The winter wind brushes my cloak as I survey the land-over and over and over again. My gaze sweeps across continents, through mountains and valleys, past cities filled with the lively noise of people. They live, they love, they die.

  How I envy them.

  How can I teach them, make them see the pain of godhood?

  A new fruit borne of the vine.

  A tale of triumph or of sorrow, of joy or of heartbreak.

  For the first time in ages a smile graces my face.

  "This is the Beginning of the End."