Blessed Are The Meek

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Pitter patter, the water dripped from the cracks covering the ancient ruin as the snow bled into the crumbling hallways of the monolith forgotten for millennia. Runes carved into the rock walls, an extinct script spoke of stories of the greatest warriors from the beginning to the end to be undermined by the babbling of a silenced language hypothesizing the true reality of their future and finally, their inevitable extinction. One by one, thesis after thesis were diminished like the friends of those aboard, alongside their families and finally, enemies. Nobody left unscarred from the horrors that had befallen them, yet a glimmer of silence was in order.

A naive Altalar who followed her mothers footsteps in the marvels of the modern world, and the history that predated them surrounded in a mist of confusion. She had studied for decades, yet the harsh reality of extinction took its course without a moment to spare. Within the blink of an eye, as the ground shook and the landscape shifted to the new era, the voices suddenly stopped. Stood alone, as the room sat empty, Ríë Elus Loreleï glanced across the ruins, as the realization of life kicked in.

Knowledge is an asset to understanding the greater purpose, a series of pulses synthesized to give reality to existence. When Loreleï came to the conclusion of sorrow, the fear of starvation and freezing to death carved its way into her subconscious. She had failed, alongside many others to preserve the integrity of their empire but was given a chance to save the next generation from the horrors to come. Within that moment, she made a vow to find a solution to the upcoming threat. Something that became twisted and deluded as the centuries continued. Loreleï had died, and in her ashes rose a traumatized student determined to survive.

Blessed are the meek.