[color=#4b0082;]Yes, I'm writing another epic while I still have two that aren't finished.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Please don't kill me. [/color]
[color=#4b0082;]That said, this is going to be quite short. Both the Prologue and the epic itself. It's just a side project, really. Marked and The Eleventh Hour are my main things.[/color]
[color=#4b0082;]Link to the review topic here.[/color]
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]It all began with a simple argument.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]That’s all it was, really, just an argument. The Ta-Matoran and Po-Matoran had an argument over trade and boundaries, and then this happened.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]I’m not going to say I’m a master storyteller. I’m a Ko-Matoran. Our focus is on the future, not the past. As such, although I will give you the details, I will give you only the necessary ones.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]As I said, it began with a dispute between Ta-Metru and Po-Metru. I don’t know the exact details, you’d have to ask the people involved. I suspect no one really cared about it until the attacks.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]It began with a few Ta-Matoran sail barges sinking. A couple of Po-Metru Warehouses melted by Molten Protodermis. A furnace destroyed. A few statues brought to the ground. No one knows who started it; all we know is that it’s escalated into all-out war.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]That’s when people started taking sides. Onu-Metru joined Ta-Metru, and Le-Metru joined Po-Metru. We Ko-Matoran tried to intervene, but it was too late; eventually the majority of us sided with the Po-Matoran, only a few remaining neutral. The Ga-Matoran joined the Ta-Matoran shortly afterward, likely to keep some balance.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]It’s a strange thought, that there is some form of balance in all this. I don’t see any balance. All I see is chaos and destruction. Many Knowledge Towers have been brought to the ground by the Onu-Matoran, who were all too happy to use this as an opportunity to attack us – there has always been rivalry between Ko and Onu-Metru, due to the fact that they study the past while we look towards the future – and wild animals roam the streets. I’m not sure how they got there, but I suspect that it had something to do with the Onu-Matoran and those Archives of theirs.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]You’re probably wondering who I am, and where I fit into this. Well, I’ll tell you who I am: my name is Khryogen, and I am one of the last neutral Ko-Matoran.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]“Get in here!” Kyrus, a fellow neutral, shouts as I reach the knowledge tower we’ve made our base. I may have forgotten to mention that I’m currently running for my life. There’s a Rahi behind me, but it’s not like anything I’ve seen before; two heads, eight limbs, the back six walking and the front two reaching out toward me with clawed fingers. I look back for a moment to see how close it is, only to see one of the hands right behind me. This close, I can see that the palm actually has a mouth in it, which opens hungrily, snapping tiny, sharp teeth at me. What a lovely creature.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]I dive into the door just in time, and it slams behind me. I hear the Rahi crash into the door, and then scratch against it, struggling to make it move. We (the other neutrals and I) sit in the darkness, not moving, not even breathing, until we hear the monster finally walk away and give a collective sigh of relief.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]You’re probably wondering why I went out in a world this dangerous. Well, it was my turn.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]People have to go out every now and then, check the state of the city, see what’s going on. We take it in turns.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]We don’t always come back.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]This is our world. This is how things have been for the four hundred or so years since the war started, and this is how things will continue to be until we finally receive help from the outside world. After four hundred years, you would expect to have gotten some assistance, but apparently everyone else has better things to do, or fears to go into Metru Nui due to the nightmare it’s become. Given the importance of the city, I’d put my money on the latter.
[color=#ffffff;] ---[/color]Word on the street is that there’s help on the way, though. Nothing specific, just rumours of ships approaching on the horizon. Until then, the others and I will have to continue to survive in this world, the never-ending nightmare that the City of Legends has become. Because that’s what we are, now; survivors. That is the only purpose of our lives. More of us die every day. I’m one of the few who has escaped Rahi more than once.
[color=#ffffff;]---[/color]We don’t live here, we survive. We go on, and we go on because we have hope that some day the madness will end. But hope is dying. And we are too.
Edited by Simply Vorex, Jan 11 2013 - 01:52 PM.