(( You didn't understand him properly, but yes those age estimates are correct.  He's saying the lowerbreeds have had two hundred years according to the timeline since the shattering to prepare themselves for Shelune's return.))<br/><br/>Zelfir smirked.  "Emotion?  Emotion is weakness girl.  I feel no regret, no pain, and so I am not hindered.  I do not have biological parents so I shall never be homesick.  However, I do feel slight pleasure.  Often this is a production of a Lowerbreed suffering.  Most Highbreed do, but little show it.  Our mother is kind and never turns on her kind.  The exile you have with you failed in every way and would have been shown mercy had he simply killed you when he had a chance.  You die now Lowerbreed."  With that Zelfir whipped his chain over Celris' head at Ozbourne, in an attempt to decapitate him.<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>"These two are trying to save this world, although I don't know why.  Destruction is just as important as creation if you ask me.  Anyway, I have to get to them to help guide them up Hephaestus, the mountain."  Prometheus sat, content to wait out the long ride.