A figure stands, on the top of a tower in a relatively large city. The Figure clad in a long flowing white clocked jacket, with a hood hiding his face, only a small hit of a fox like muzzle. The figure looks over the city, a certain power radiating from him. He says as he glances over his right shoulder, “so, I’ve finally been found I see, Its been ages since I’ve spoken to anyone, but how often do gods have the time to speak to mortals??” He walks over on the edge of the building, kneeling down and looking over the edge. He then says looking back over at the readers, “that’s right, I can see you there, I know what you people are, you watch this world of mine and marvel at the stories of its people.” He turns and says looking at you, “perhaps you’ve come looking for me for a reason? Perhaps you’ve come to hear my tale? it’s a very long story, it might take some time to tell, well its not like you people don’t have plenty of time.” He turns away again lowering his hood, he’s a fox with bright red fur with black tips. He asks glancing over his shoulder, “so tell me, do you all wish to hear my tale? A tale of love and loss, Power and weakness, Good and Evil? ”