I sit here in the Sanctuary, some call it our Refuge, and pen these words into a journal I shall keep while we wait for the word that will let us return to our lands.
I was not born when the first Great Swarming drove us from the Old Lands. I was raised in the Deep Roots by the village that I called home. My "father", Odo, watched over me more than most, but even he abandoned me in the end, leaving for the New Lands long before my need for him was over.
It was Spring in the fourth Atys Cycle of 2562 when we first knew that it was more than just a minor eruption of Kitin activity. It is summer now, and I cannot remember the date because of all that has happened so fast.
First we were told to evacuate to the capital cities, then, quickly, to move to Pyr with all we could carry. Finally came the word that we must travel to the Kami Oasis in the depths of the Scorched Corridor. There was a journey indeed. So many fell, some restored to health and others, their Seed exhausted, falling forever. I was brought back many times, and came at last to this cool green land, after seeing Elias Tryton activate the rainbow gate that brought us here.
What is real?
All these images of the last few days?
What I felt those long years ago as I prayed to Jena for enlightenment?
The vision of Tryton, apostate, saving the homin races yet again?
Who saved us?
Was it the Kami demons ranked to one side of the gate that led us to safety, fighting the Kitin that threatened us all?
Was it the Karavan ships and Disciples ranked to the other side of that gate, fighting the Kitin on their side?
Was it Tryton, making the gates that his disciples gathered the materials for?
Did any of them actually bring us safely through? Was it not homin determination that won the day?
Could we have won without them, and if so, without whom?
I am not sure.
While we dwell in Sanctuary, while we wait for the word that the kitin horde has slaked its lust for homin blood, I will think on this.
I was not born when the first Great Swarming drove us from the Old Lands. I was raised in the Deep Roots by the village that I called home. My "father", Odo, watched over me more than most, but even he abandoned me in the end, leaving for the New Lands long before my need for him was over.
It was Spring in the fourth Atys Cycle of 2562 when we first knew that it was more than just a minor eruption of Kitin activity. It is summer now, and I cannot remember the date because of all that has happened so fast.
First we were told to evacuate to the capital cities, then, quickly, to move to Pyr with all we could carry. Finally came the word that we must travel to the Kami Oasis in the depths of the Scorched Corridor. There was a journey indeed. So many fell, some restored to health and others, their Seed exhausted, falling forever. I was brought back many times, and came at last to this cool green land, after seeing Elias Tryton activate the rainbow gate that brought us here.
What is real?
All these images of the last few days?
What I felt those long years ago as I prayed to Jena for enlightenment?
The vision of Tryton, apostate, saving the homin races yet again?
Who saved us?
Was it the Kami demons ranked to one side of the gate that led us to safety, fighting the Kitin that threatened us all?
Was it the Karavan ships and Disciples ranked to the other side of that gate, fighting the Kitin on their side?
Was it Tryton, making the gates that his disciples gathered the materials for?
Did any of them actually bring us safely through? Was it not homin determination that won the day?
Could we have won without them, and if so, without whom?
I am not sure.
While we dwell in Sanctuary, while we wait for the word that the kitin horde has slaked its lust for homin blood, I will think on this.
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Remembering Tyneetryk
Phaedreas Tears - 15 years old and first(*) of true neutral guilds in Atys.
(*) This statement is contested, but we are certainly the longest lasting.
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