Talk:Magia Series

Hey don't create the page without me! Wait till I get home so I could help haha. --Riga92 00:14, 2 October 2011 (UTC)

Good, Creating this alone would be an extreme pain. Inverness 00:15, 2 October 2011 (UTC)

Here is what I think needs to be added to the page. Character information, including abilities and changes they went through during the story. Basically, the things that are relevant when making future decisions. Also, their attitudes towards the other characters (if relevant). Finally, episode summaries, so it isn't necessary to trudge through archives (many spammed) to figure out what is happening. Inverness 02:42, 2 October 2011 (UTC)

I agree, we need to organize this in this page before we start putting it in the actual page. For now, I'm writing really short summaries of each character, mostly about when they first appear and their initial relevance. --Riga92 04:12, 2 October 2011 (UTC)

Ouroboro's Monologue

Posting it here for people to read. Already added the meat of this to Faust and Anbey character sections. Might move them to backstory section instead. --Riga92 06:37, 3 October 2011 (UTC)

I sit alone in this darkness, wondering, pondering why I'm here. Why I exist. What am I meant to do? I find these questions constantly arising in the back of my mind, waiting to be answered. I can't come up with any answers. I can't. I just can't. Maybe I'm meant to find the solution myself, being a journey to find my meaning? I will do just that. I believe I found the answer once. I wished to love, to feel, to know what it was like to be human. In this closed off darkness, I continue to watch everything. Countless millenia fly by, people crying, people suffering. I want to understand their suffering. I want to know why they weep. No matter how hard I try, not matter how hard the attempt, they're in vain. I cannot understand. I begin to think of a solution to this new problem. I think and think until I come to a conclusion. I have no one to relate to, no one to share my thoughts and feelings with. I created two beings, my own two sons by my own power. They began to open my eyes. The two would always talk to one another, sharing smiles, sharing their own laughter, and in time they fell in love. Love, you ask? How could two beings spurred forth from my own body know love? That is a question I cannot answer to this day. I continued to watch them grow closer and closer. I began to feel something. I was jealous. Jealous of their happiness, jealous of their love. I decided that they needed to be punished. They needed to know my pain. I separated them and pit them against each other, to fight. They cried and I found myself laughing, laughing... and laughing. This was the beginning of this cycle. The beginning of my eternal purpose, the beginning of my entertainment. I erase their own memories only to put them at it again and again. I laugh and laugh and continue laughing. I loved it. The pain, the suffering I put them through. Thousands of repetitions were nothing to me. This was my game. My game without rules. I decided when it ended. I decided everything. One thing, however, I caught each recurrsion. They always fell in love. Be it they were both male, both female, or either, they fell in love regardless of gender, regardless of ideals, regardless of the side they were on. This was true love. I couldn't understand it because I finally realized... I refused to understand. This concept was worthless to someone like me. It would be a game like anything else. I began to feel both of them. I began to feel their suffering. To know their pain. If I could cry, I would cry for eternity. This pain that I cannot express. This deep pain that eats me alive from the inside out. This pain that will never leave. It truly is amazing. It's amazing that my own fear of death is what keeps this cycle continuing. Those seeds that I instilled in both of them. They are eggs, waiting to hatch into a new me if they ever defeat me in combat. I cannot stop this cycle. I have tried and tried again but the seeds have developed beyond my control. It's something that my own children must do. Please, end my suffering. I know that if I apologize one-thousand times, it won't be enough. I know that if I cry, it won't be enough. Please, my children, heed my only request. End my life. --Riga92 06:37, 3 October 2011 (UTC)