I am Hassan. I was born in a cold concrete tunnel. The first thing I saw was her. I loved her, and was loved in return.

I am Jormungandr, the serpent that encircles the world, the dragon that gnaws the roots of the world tree. I long to see the destruction of this world.

I am Ammar. I was reborn in a coffin in a cold, concrete room. I don't know how I got here.

I am Hassan. I remember a blank room, and a man called Henri. I remeber... other things... that are ...uncomfortable, and a woman named Elise.

I am Jormungandr. How have I become so weak? Why did my age old adversary, Gaea, bring me back into this paltry vessel, Ammar al Hassan? Why can I not control him as I once could? WHAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME?

I am Ammar. I am standing in a room, overlooking a snowy plain. There is a phoenix flying circles above me.

I am Hassan. I am burning, yet I fly. I fly through the window, out of the cold, onto and into the shoulder of the man in the room. I recognise him, though he does not know me.

I am Ammar al Hassan. I remember all that has happened to me, and I exult. I was Sammael, and I found my target for Henri. I am in the Now, the Supercontext.

I am Jormungandr. Outside, under the ice, it is good, yet I am still trapped. I must remove Hassan, and keep Ammar weak, so I may control him while I rebuild my strength. Seth has tried to trick me, but I will use this soul he gave me, and the love Hassan seems to bear for this woman, to expunge the strength in Ammar that is Hassan.

I am Ammar, I remember little, and I am afraid. I have lost Hassan, but I have gained her.