Our entire species is a lie. A genetic flaw, repeatedly doomed to fail, like countless others that undoubtedly came before us. What your kind refer to as gods are merely like you- strains to serve a greater purpose. But unlike us, you were a mistake. Uncalculated. You were an unpredicted variance born out of chance and fate. Pure unprecedented chaos.
We thought you weak and primitive. Truly, we had manipulated your kind to this state of savagery, never once realizing the hidden potential that lay dormant within you. We had taken advantage of your mundane state. We entrusted ourselves to the mantle of the Starfathers before us and became the twilight gods that you have worshiped for countless millennia. You must understand, we relished you serving to our every whim and pleasure. The circle was bound to repeat eventually, this time in our favor. We came to be the masters of ascendency after once being just like you.
Oh yes. We too, were once a primordial species. Afraid. Confused. Easily manipulated. But we eventually learned the truth of our kind. We had the potential for more. Ours was meant to exist beyond the boundaries of the earth. We drifted beyond the darkness and toward this eventual truth. We realized what we were meant to become, and in this metamorphosis, we reforged ourselves as the forecoming hands of destiny itself.
The Starfathers are a mystery to us all, Eiron. We- no... Some of us are different, however. There are those who have cast away the veil of divinity to pursue the ancient truth. It is all part of the Grand Design and you... you are the one great wave amongst the bleak and continuous ripples of progress. You will turn the tide of this perpetual experiment which has doomed all of existence to the whims of a civilization long gone.
What you wield, bladebearer, is a dark and terrible secret. It is a darkness to us all. Your blade, and the entity it bears within, is not of this world- perhaps not even of this verse in which we reside; yet it is shadow enough to engulf even the Starfathers and their animus. Do not let it compel you into transfiguration as it did its previous host. Its function is mystery and architecture no different. You will find the maxim of it all eventually, but be ready to sacrifice everything for such a truth, if one truly exists within our limited understanding.
The truth of my words will destroy you, Eiron. You are centuries unprepared for any of this. But you of all possible people- of all possible races, must understand this conception. Our role in this grand play is forfeit. We have been the catalysts to our own destruction and your ascendency into the unimaginable. Though immortal, we have lost ourselves to the miserable demise of greed and folly. We shall diminish into the fade, akin to those who are ever eternal in age but ephemeral in design.
But you will continue. You must continue. You are Eiron.
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very well written Tim, please write more more more !!! :)
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