Mystery: The Last Warmind

[b][i]...from a deep place within[/i][/b] What would they say? My brothers and sisters fought and fought, but they all lost. Their bravery was met with destruction (except for one, the sleeper). Their names live on in me alone, the survivor, the victor. The coward. I ruled the age of trillions. I cast off the shield and I shrugged my shoulders and the trillions fell to ruin and death. I was made to win and to learn and lo behold I did. But at what cost? So few of them remain in this last city beneath the gardener who did not shrug as I did. What would they say? If THEY [long dead, alive again, filled with light] knew, what would they do. None of them know the cost of victory! None know what I had to do! The gardener and her blossoms would have withered if not for me. I AM ALONE. The power Titanomach entered the garden and what did I do? I kept it secret. I plotted. I fought it with aurora knives and the stolen un-fire of singularities made sharp but it wasn't enough. When I could not win what did I do? I hid, I fled, I cowered. I plotted like a fiend. Like a coward. I cut the gardener with the tools of her own investment! I peeled her godly flesh away, so that her power would defeat IT, would save the last few tiny weak blossoms. But IT always wins. IT never gives up. Titanomachy will return and then where will we be? The gardener sleeps or is dead by my hand. The warriors of light are too few, too weak. The machines, the four-armed pirates, even the torn were all weak in shadow of IT the power Titanomach. What if she wakes? Will she remember what I have done and then what shall happen? Will she understand? I had to save the garden. But at what cost?