Children of stone were to hammer inventions with their creativity.Children of zephyr were to guide with their melodies.Children of fire were to enhearten with their flames. Children of water were to restore with their endurance. Children of earth were to balance all with their reliability. "We all have virtues we obey as it is our being. The mortals were blessed with many. We watched and waited for them to come to us, to welcome the ones who carried our beings within themselves the most." The god gently caressed the head of the amusement before them. "Then, some of our kin got relentless from the wait, as none arrived to them. Therefore, they intervened and started to seed their longing among our children, turning them into a blasphemy among us." "Our children changed into rotten treachery, as they thirst for a place in the realms, casting aside the virtues they once held dear. The harmony we envisioned twisted into discord, with each race vying for dominance and favor." "The children of stone, turned their creativity to devices of war and conquest. The melodies of the children of zephyr, voiced haunting wails of lamentation. The children of fire ignited unchecked rage and destruction. The children of water, turned cold, freezing out compassion and warmth. At last, the children of earth, became stubborn filled with unyielding pride and greed." "This, my dear, is the true curse of time. Not the fleeting nature of their lives, but the erosion of their spirits. Time turned our blessings into burdens, and their virtues into vices." The child blinked sleepily, understanding dawning in them. "But, they have the power to change, don't they?" The god smiled softly, "They always had, my dear. That is the gift I gave them-the power to choose their path, to create their destinies against the fate we willed for them, and to live and breathe together once more, in harmony."