Chris: Ah, there he is, opening his eyes for the first time. I only just began speaking of this moment and we’ve jumped back a bit. How convenient! Makes the explanation easier. Now allow me a brief disclaimer: I am many things — A wizard, primarily. Also a scientist. A lawyer by habit. A statesman, when required. Even a war criminal, on occasion. But a storyteller I am not. I find such fanciful poppycock to be a tedious waste of my time! Having existed for TWELVE THOUSAND YEARS, I remind you, there is much you don’t know, and I lack the inclination to deliver a proper introduction. Were I to do so, it would be academic and wholly unamusing.

Chris: But now, since we’re gazing into one of his eyes, I’ll comment on that. A bright, piercing royal blue — indigo, like ink from a fountain pen. This peculiar detail, like his name, is meaningless. It does not imply his superpower is controlling water. Rubbish! I have been creating beings like him for about eleven millennia. Sometimes they have odd quirks: strange eyes, unusual hair, or in rarer cases, are mutants or aliens. His eyes are a meaningless feature. So get with the program!

Chris: It seems we must leap forward again. There was a reason this story began when Andas was barely older, rather than at his literal birth.