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“May the prophet smile on you.” It was the same greeting everyone gave each other as they passed on their daily tasks. A polite nod, and then on your way. It was the same in countless villages across the continent, why grow attached to someone who may not even be there in a week? Thanks were always given to the prophet, to the one who saved their ancestors generations ago when the gods had had enough of humanity and their over confidence and arrogance. The prophet had given them wise choices, solutions that had saved many, even as millions perished. The prophet’s name had been lost long ago, but that didn’t stop humans thanking them in their daily lives. Convenient how they forgot their past mistakes, even with the great beast always out there reminding them that their punishment was never over.
The great beast was different depending on who you asked, but it’s mission was always the same; keep the population small. Too much growth, and the humans would reach for the stars again and only end up scorching what was left of their world. The sad truth of the situation, was that humans were not the only ones being punished. After the great culling over a thousand years ago, a new race had revealed itself; the elves. The elves remembered. The elves would never forget what humanity had cost everyone. Every creature suffered the curse without judgement.
Fallon was the son of the chief of their village. He wasn’t afforded any special treatment because of this, if anything he was worked harder, like his father had to prove his genes were worthy of continuing his bloodline. Over the generations, many people had shown what they called ‘gifts from the prophet’ in the form of enhanced abilities, such as speed and strength of even simply being a better hunter when it was dark. It was such abilities that ensured their village didn’t starve. This was part of the reason Fallon was pushed so hard; he showed no sign of a gift. Who would want to give their daughter for union to someone still under the curse of the gods? Fallon would only lead their people if he proved himself worthy of such a burden. The problem with this... was Fallon didn’t want the burden. He wanted to find freedom for his people from the curse, he wanted to make the old gods understand that they were not their ancestors, they shouldn’t be punished for something they didn’t do.
“May the prophet smile on you.” It was the same greeting everyone gave each other as they passed on their daily tasks. A polite nod, and then on your way. It was the same in countless villages across the continent, why grow attached to someone who may not even be there in a week? Thanks were always given to the prophet, to the one who saved their ancestors generations ago when the gods had had enough of humanity and their over confidence and arrogance. The prophet had given them wise choices, solutions that had saved many, even as millions perished. The prophet’s name had been lost long ago, but that didn’t stop humans thanking them in their daily lives. Convenient how they forgot their past mistakes, even with the great beast always out there reminding them that their punishment was never over.
The great beast was different depending on who you asked, but it’s mission was always the same; keep the population small. Too much growth, and the humans would reach for the stars again and only end up scorching what was left of their world. The sad truth of the situation, was that humans were not the only ones being punished. After the great culling over a thousand years ago, a new race had revealed itself; the elves. The elves remembered. The elves would never forget what humanity had cost everyone. Every creature suffered the curse without judgement.
Fallon was the son of the chief of their village. He wasn’t afforded any special treatment because of this, if anything he was worked harder, like his father had to prove his genes were worthy of continuing his bloodline. Over the generations, many people had shown what they called ‘gifts from the prophet’ in the form of enhanced abilities, such as speed and strength of even simply being a better hunter when it was dark. It was such abilities that ensured their village didn’t starve. This was part of the reason Fallon was pushed so hard; he showed no sign of a gift. Who would want to give their daughter for union to someone still under the curse of the gods? Fallon would only lead their people if he proved himself worthy of such a burden. The problem with this... was Fallon didn’t want the burden. He wanted to find freedom for his people from the curse, he wanted to make the old gods understand that they were not their ancestors, they shouldn’t be punished for something they didn’t do.
