The prism seemed to have a sentience 
of its own - one which you struggled
against for many years before crumbling.
I fell in love with a noble man, and 
will not recount the horrors of your 
reign of darkness. Those that ultimately 
defeated you will never know the internal 
struggles you had to limit the might of 
the prism. At the war's end, as you lay 
dying, your thoughts were not on blessed 
eternal peace, but instead you begged 
the gods for a chance of redemption.