In the beginning was Pain. And Pain ruled over him like an angry festering wound. It tore completely into muscle and tissue and resided in the heart like a prison guard over a captured prisoner. Then, Anger and Hatred surged like a tide, rushing the prison guard away, and Pain escaped, tossing back a look to the man, promising Revenge would visit.
But the man prevailed, and using Wit and Creativity, sang Freedom to himself knowing that Song carried within it a great power of Action. Song assuaged the ravages of Pain and cured the ills of the Curse of it. But Pain waited until he was unobservant and sent a little child as his messenger: Bittersweet.