I wander restless among the benighted streets of a desolated undercity long ago vanished in a veil of oblivion. All citizens are gone but few outlaws like me. No one remembers when the artificial-sun shone for the last time before it collapsed, without neither more star-energy to reignite it nor any hope to bring back our once wondrous civilization. Into the frozen surface of this dying world all of them went. Where the waning cities still survive to fight endless wars one against the other.
who walk with light of their own or swear on fallen gods are hunted
down to be sold as slaves or martyrs besides heroes of vanquished
realms. So instead of living up there in chaos we survive under a mantle
of everlasting darkness until our flickering flame still burn.
I am sure that you will forgive how scarce are my writings of late, but to rule a ruined city full of menaces, enemies and whimsical overlords is not as easy as it seems. Especially if all you got is a band of drunken murderers, a legion of rebellious inhuman servants, a few deaf mad giants, a bunch of expelled patricians and the most dangerous awoken maiden in the world.
Our time has come at an end. And no one knows it, yet. Until this damned night when out of mists everlasting things older than time shall awake. Even the Dark Eidolon, an Elder Spirit who swore save us in each cycle with the purest blood of mankind given as bestow of fealty, has left us in an ancient spaceship steering by an IA.
I wander restless among the bleak empty streets of a city long ago vanished from men’s memory. It is too sad to remember when they could keep it alive. Now they dwell in a smallest city more close to the frozen surface of this dying world.
Few of us do whatever they want for not being hunted or sold again. It is not a good life, but is better than fight every day to live in the surface, and hear that dreadful whispers carried by wind at nights.Continue reading “When Silence is not Enough”→