[ She takes a deep breath and starts talking. The story of the Great Tree was a long one, and she had a hard time trying to condense it to only the most important details (they were all important, in her eyes). The tree protected them from the great cataclysm--the time when the Gods rose up against man--shielding them from harm. Since then, the people of Citadel have looked upon it in reverence. The people were, in many ways, much like the tree, strong and sturdy, with their roots firmly planted, despite being spread out among various tribes. ]

But many people in Citadel have begun to forget the teachings. And with the Gods reappearing, we're afraid that humankind has lost touch with the wishes of the world.

A priestess has to be strong. I was supposed to go out and get stronger, while trying to spread the word so we could prevent another tragedy. But...

[ But the Gods were back, and they were doing some questionable things. One even threatened to attack her home! ]

I have to get stronger. I have to be like her. Otherwise, everything will go wrong.