• There are some secrets in this world unknown to most. Only some know. Only people like my brother and I know.
    Some things that we think we know all about, we know nothing about. Like the wind, we think it’s just air. Until a year ago, my brother and I too, thought that. Until a year ago, we knew nothing, now I still do not understand it much. But we know more than most.
    The wind, it’s not air at all. The wind is nothing of this world. The wind is spirits, evil spirits. The creators, that made everything, that are everything, sentenced them to do this. The worst punishment they can think of is to have them serve our world, and what we call the Northern Lights, is a festival, The Festival of the Sky. There are also many other things we know nothing about. Like the Sun, animals, space, and really everything else that exists. Most people do not know this. Only some people know. Those people that know can see the things for what they really are. Those people are called Lilacs.
    Only two Lilacs are born every thousand years. My brother and I are these Lilacs. There are others like us, but they are not Lilacs, they cannot see things like we do. We Lilacs are human, born with the ability to see the otherworldly activities. There are others here on earth, but they are otherworlders, they cannot see what the others of their kind do. They can only see their own activity.
    The most successful people in the world are not humans. Most are seeds. Seeds are exactly what they sound like, seeds. The creators made seeds so our world could advance. They planted ideas in seeds, such as the idea for fire. The creators made a seed that had the idea on how to craft fire. Then, they put the seed on earth; the seed sprouted forth and took on the form of a human. But it was not a human; it was a pawn of the creators. That was the first seed ever crafted, and they still use seeds to this very day.
    My best friend, was a guardian, a grandson of the creators, he was sent to protect my brother and I. Because the creators need us Lilacs to know what the otherworlders are doing. But, my best friend was killed, and it was my entire fault. I begged the creators to find him in the nether lands and bring him back, but they will do nothing. So I must go and find him myself. They will try to stop me of course; they need me. I am a Lilac. But I’m getting ahead of myself, I need to tell you how this all happened.