When I was much younger, maybe just a bit older than my Great War self, I was seen as a strong leader. Really, it was just a shell. A cover. I don't know why I acted this way. I just know that I was a coward and I should've been ashamed of that. Everybody just ADORED me, acting like I was the new Zios. I led many animals into believing that I was. I was fine with it, and ignored what I really felt.
My name is Mythical. I've been through a lot. But it's not enough. It was never enough. I don't feel worthy to have people like me.
"Hey guys! I'm so glad to have you here!", I said, ignoring myself.
They all cheered. They! They cheered for me... No. I'm strong, and I am worthy of this.
"Today, we'll be watching the imprisoned phantoms!"
Those... phantoms. They aren't evil. I can't believe we're doing this.
"As you all know already, those phantoms tried to kill us before.", Mythical glanced at the collapsed Zios statue next to him.
Urk!
I'll finish this later.