Today, I awoke for the first time in years, and I dreamed.
I dreamed of a land far away, a land torn by the elements and by war.
I dreamed of battle, the crash of steel on steel, the cries of the wounded.
I dreamed of victory...
Our eyes click open to gaze upon the simple beauty of our Nest. All is neat and orderly. Our brothers still slumber, waiting for their time to cleanse the hideous land above.
But now is not the time for reminiscing. It is time to work.
We heave our heavy armor upright and march off to the day's labor. Our mind is special, the Queens say. We have the capacity to create, to imagine, to dre...
All must be prepared, my friend whispers urgently. All must be rebuilt.
Our powerful arms lift a sleeping brother from his bed and carry him to our worktable. Shards of metal of all shapes and colors rest in orderly piles, ready for their time to be used. We lift one and begin to shape it with a heatstone.
Hours pass with only the hiss of sparks breaking the silence of the Nest. Our brother has begun to take on a new shape, one far larger and more powerful than before.
After all, that is why they call us...
Edited by Click, Feb 10 2016 - 10:35 PM.