The Story of a Fallen Sparda

''A man in a cloak sits in a small room with his son, a 19 year old with a bandaged right arm. He speaks of Destiny, and the events he has forseen.''

The Destiny of the Bloodline
"You have heard me tell this story, many times before you sleep. This time listen carefully.

And I will tell you... Once again... This time understand that what I'm telling you, every word will become true.

You... need to know. There was another, who came before you. He was a Hero, and your Brother, and my Son. He fought the darkness, and the darkness won...

And he fought bravely. And he fell bravely. But he was forsaken by the one you see before you. When he will fall.. he will fall a babe.

You need to know that you are not him.

The time is coming, and I must warn you. And though it's something you may not understand. He cannot be persuaded by just one man.

And I am sorry... because what I did was wrong. I want to take the pain his shoulders had to bear.

When he falls... you and I will be the only ones that care.

You need to know that this fight is not yours...

That story is not finished, nor will it ever end. There is one thing you can do. I have to risk losing you.

For if you leave now, you must find him, for the people do not understand. They have chosen their own will

So you will leave here, and I will grieve ye, and the son I had sent to death.

You are all we have... You need to know."

''The man lifts his hood slightly. A speck of silver hair falls from his gaze as he watches the last son walk off to the distance, to find the first Son of Sparda. The child turns around, looking at his father as he leaves for his destiny.''