Worlds have been broken, shattered, slain
A million million scream in pain
The stars in their courses wail and weep
To see the shadows drive the light
To the abyss of endless night
Two Guardians watch in sorrow deep
- - -
It began amid the wreck and ruin of another world. Bara Magna had crumbled; it's people ran scattered, divided, leaderless. The once lush planet had become a desert of grey dust. It was, even to Laramd's eyes, a sight of utter hopelessness; a monument to his latest catastrophe.
"Again." said the being who walked at his side. "Again, we fail. We gave them everything, and it is not enough. This world falls like the last."
Laramd sighed, jabbing his ebony curved spear into the sand. "Is it worth it, brother? Will they not always turn on us? Rahi, Matoran and Agori alike all seek to destroy the beauty that we give them. A perfect world may never be made."
His companion stroked his golden chin in deep thought. "It may be so, brother."
"It must be so," Laramd corrected, his usual joy replaced by deep gloom. "As long as our work is tainted by Exiver, the bright morning is always extinguished. All our work turned to despair and ruin."
"That is so." the gold being answered. "And such being the case, how can we prevent Exiver's shadows?"
Laramd's dark violet armor gleamed in the sun as he laughed. "Prevent Exiver? You would have better luck at passing yourself off as an Agori, my friend."
"Ever have we striven to contain the power we give to the worlds we make." his companion mused, more to himself than to Laramd. "Fearing that the masses would slaughter each other and descend into chaos, we have reserved power to a few elite. Being made rulers of the world, charged with keeping the peace, have they not always turned their backs on us, and rejected our teaching?"
"What are you suggesting, Orlathir?"
Orlathir's gold torso swelled as he took a deep breath. "We will make a new world. A world where the power is not given to a few, but to all. Each being an equal of the other, none will have the right to set himself above others, or indeed have the ability to do this. A world of beings thus made equal may succeed where oligarchies of the past have failed."
Laramd considered his brother's words carefully. As two of the three Great Beings, it behoved them to think long and hard before beginning another failure, like this planet. "And if this place where to be made, with all beings having equal power, should not they have judges to guard them from war?"
Orlathir nodded slowly. "But the judges, they must be made without the power to harm the people. Else we shall see what we saw with Mata Nui and Makuta once more."
The violet being pulled his spear out of the sand. "Then let us away from this dreadful place, brother, before Exiver learns of this plan." As the two glided swiftly upwards through the atmosphere, Laramd added, "What shall we call this new race that is to have such equality?"
"Kilnii." Orlathir answered deliberately. "And their judges will be called Ara."
- - -
Equality's promises would not last
The two would not learn from their darkened past
A new world of pain and grief would they make
A place wrung by war and ruled by greed
Would never give help to those in need
Of one land to heal the endless ache
- - -
"But you don't really believe that, do you, grandma?" asked a young Kilnii, staring into the fireplace as the age-old tale ended. "You don't think there's no hope."
The tender old eyes watered. "No, of course not, Shya. There is always hope. We just can't look to the Ara or other Kilnii for it. We make our own hope, little one."
Contented by her grandmother's lie, Shya leaned against the side of her chair and her eyes slowly closed.
Edited by Hahli Historian, Jun 22 2012 - 08:08 AM.