First there were four.
The first one had a heart of ice, a home of sharp metal. He held the world together with common sense and the knowledge that when he left, the demons could enter once again.
The second one lived in a forest of black trees that always changed. She set the world on fire with nothing more than quick wit and silver lies.
The third one lived in the sky, to avoid the flames. He taught about pain and hate, and never let anyone touch him. He was angry at the red sun when it dawned on the very first day.
I am the fourth one. I learned from their mistakes. I fill my world with water, where they have fire. I watch the stars with my feet on the ground. The only demons that plague us are my own.
Let everyone else be happy. It's my job to gather up their sorrows and live in cheerful despair.
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