I was a child once. 
        We all are, innocent and pure when we are born. So most people 
think. I sincerely doubt it. If we are all born innocent and pure then 
how come we kill one another? If we are all born innocent since the 
beginning of time then we would know no pain or hate. 
        We had two sides. Most people had light sides and seem to 
forget, or want to forget, dark sides. I haven't forgotten it. Most, 
perhaps all my life I have accepted my darkness and treasured it.
        Well, not treasured it. I used it to my advantage for my magic. 
As a child, magic meant nothing to me. My older sister, Schala, felt 
almost the same as I did. But of course she was blessed with Shadow 
magic, like I. Schala wasn't for that type of magic, too brooding and 
dark for such and gentle heart and spirit. My sister was beautiful, a 
graceful girl with long shimmering blue hair and gentle green eyes and a 
kind smile. But it was more than her beauty that attracted her to other 
people. It was the caring heart, the gentle words and the promise of 
hope she always had. 
        Schala was eternal oppistmest, shimming with love. The perfect 
child. I agree with that to no spite. She was my only friend, next to my 
cat, Alfador. I think that was why people loved her. Schala was one of 
the rare innocents.
        I, Janus at the time, was the opposite of her. I was a small, 
frail and skinny child with a dark awkward way of speaking. My hair was 
a darker blue and I had brown irises before discovering my channel of 
magic. My nose was a little too long and I always frowned. I only
smiled and laughed around Schala.
        I, seemingly had no power of magic within me. The Guru of Life, 
Melchior knew my worth. I think Schala did too. Both knew I though magic 
was useless and I couldn't care less if I learned magic. I knew the 
reason people where cold and dark to me was I had no magical powers that 
you could see with the blind eye. This aura of anger and ignorance would 
soon fall and drag down Zeal with it.
        Zeal was a beautiful place. Lush and green with flowers of the 
brightest reds to the palest yellows. Rivers where cool and clear and 
the island it's self was always warm and comterable. If a child would 
want to go play in the snow, they'd use a land bridge to visit the
snowy Earth Bounders' world.
        My mother, was once known as Jean Salvac, was married to Xavier 
Zeal, King of Zeal and gave birth to Schala. Xavier soon died in a Earth 
Bounders attack on him when he went to collect salves form Terra cave. 
The stupid bastard.
        My father wasn't any smarter than my sister's. His name was 
Zacharia Deland who was a duke in Zeal Court. The man was a womanizer, 
perhaps that is where I got from, cold and stupid. Extremely stupid. Yet 
somehow Jean, or know known as Zeal, fell in love with the bastard. 
While pregnant with me, Zeal found Zacharia in bed with his latest 
lover, an Earth Bounder.
        Suffice to say was that my father had one last good fling before 
my mother charged him with adultery. Zacharia was sentence to death and 
was mangled at the Xathoz River, the river of the dead. Rumors claimed 
that her bed was made of her husbands bones. I though that interesting 
as a child. Now I wished could have it. I am became that morbid.
        It was before she was convicted with me when she found about 
Lavos' power. Her mind was taken over slowly as she worked with the 
Gurus of Life, Reason and Time to make the Mammon Machine to simply 
catch Lavos' energy waves. During this her mind was slowly being ebbed 
away form saneness and into a wild burr on insanity. Only god knows what 
would happen if Lavos' mind enter me a embryo. How can I be sure he 
didn't?
        No. 
        He did not.
        I am not a pawn like Zeal was.
        After the death of her husbands she decided to pick a 
Chancellor, a insane bastard known as Dalton Figpen. A twit if I ever 
saw one. A large man who always seemed to be drunk and had a red face. 
He was good with magic, I'll agree to that, and had the same insane
ambitions as Zeal. 
        The flop always was bothering with Schala. The flop had an idea 
in his mind that he'd get in favor of the queen and marry Schala so he 
could capture the throne. Dalton was also given the aero-plane called 
the Blackbird. I myself never been on the damn
thing and I thank Gods I never did. Dalton hated me as much as I hated 
him. We had explosives verbal fights that would sound every where in the 
gorgeous Zeal Castle.
        After my birth and when I was too old to be fed my mothers 
breast I was given to the nanny and Schala's care. I don't think the 
Nanny really hated me, I know she wouldn't of mind seeing me dead 
though. Schala keep her eye on me as she struggled with Dalton's
advances and her visits of mercy to the Earth Bounders with Melchior. At 
the age of 3, I tagged along and was more welcomed in the Earth Bounders 
world than in Zeal.
        As we made our trips and grew up, Zeal order to make a pendent 
to control magical barriers that the Mammon Machine made. Zeal couldn't 
handle the power of the Dreamstone Pendent like Bethasar, Guru of 
Reason, expected her too. So for 2 years the pendent was
forgotten by Zeal and Bethasar. Zeal used the Lavos power and built the 
Zeal Kingdom to the pinnacle of it's power. 
        Melchior was a grandfather to me. He didn't love me but 
protected Schala and I form Zeal's wraith and anger. He helped the Earth 
Bounders with cooking, hunting and clothing and tried to teach them to 
use magic. Few could use low caliber magic. He also taught to
resist slavery until Zeal heard about this and placed him over Terra 
Cave on the Floating Mountain to mock the Earth Bounders.
        Melchior would also take Schala and I on outings such as fishing 
or picnics. I remember a few conversations about me when they though I 
was asleep.
        "Janus looks so peaceful asleep." My sisters soft voice said.
        "The boy has great power. Such a shame to keep it all locked 
within himself." Melchior voice answered.
        "He doesn't like magic. Janus thinks it's a waste of time. I do 
notice he's powerful. He gets cold all the time when I do. He calls it 
'The Black Wind'." 
        "Hmm, very strange."
        I would quietly laugh to myself and listen to there worries and 
stories about my mother. I found out that as a child that it is best to 
keep quiet and listen. If you stay quiet you disappear
and people would forget someone was listening and tell secrets. I heard 
many this way. When I met Ozzie I used this secret to my advantage.
        When I was 5, I noticed that Schala was more sullen and quiet. I 
also noticed the beautiful Dreamstone pendent the new doors and chests 
that seemed to appear almost over night.         
        And I became more angry and dark and fought more often with 
Dalton. I also gave people my lip when I visited other cities. Of 
course, my cat, Alfador never left me, he seemed to watch me when 
Melchior or Schala couldn't.
        Strange, I like animals, and they like me too. If anything is 
really innocent or the true chosen ones of the gods then it must be 
animals. Animals do not judge the living and treat all humans like 
friends unless threatened. Cats and dog seem to have the strongest 
quality among beast. A monster like me could go up to one and the 
creature would show no spite or anger. 
        Killers, criminals, mad men, mentally ill and the handicapped 
where hated by humans yet animals gave them nothing but love and 
understanding. Also, we humans are the ones who keep killing for no 
reason. War in a synthetic creation of man.
        Alfador and I would be by ourselves as Zeal grew more insane and 
Zeal Kingdom grew more powerful. Schala was pulled in to the dark web of 
power lust. Lavos didn't touch her mind, perhaps the pest knew Schala 
was the true hand that fed him. I have no idea what torture Zeal put my 
sister though but I am sure it wasn't good. I could feel my sisters pain 
all the time, even while deep asleep in the darkest of dreams.
        My life was going down quickly, it be came worst when he 
appeared.
        The Wandering Prophet.