After the Sacrifice... -- The Middle of Nowhere

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Date Posted: 10:59:45 03/03/02 Sun
Author: Nila
Subject: After the Sacrifice...

I shook my head wearily. The slaughter had taken place, the butcher they say is 'sacrifice'. I turned away. Three splendid warriors that displayed actual kindness. That Swype could've killed the young one that got a little too close, but it didn't. And now they were dead. The world, the bloody, carrion-ridden world, had suffered another blow.

Bloody, carrion-ridden. Death-ridden. Populated by killers. The Madren force was so small, and it was such a big world. So close to being a lost cause. Would be, if species didn't continue to surprise us. Infernios, the dyoned, the killers, had agreed with us. Heifias, the savages, had as well. But we were still so few. And there were several bad shocks. Night Cats, and Korats, and my own species, the Nila, had turned out to be our deadliest foes. As had Trahes. As had Elas. The fight was so close to hopeless... but it wasn't. Not yet. Not while the Madreni were still there, and not while I was here to help. We would never rest, never give up, as long as there were enemies.

There were rumors, many rumors, that a dark force had begun to grow. Gaining power from the killing. The Madreni had already begun to refer to it as The Enemy. Rumor had it that The Enemy was to the evils as Creators were to the Madren force. Vital and powerful. But I had begun to realize that there was a new Power in the game, although they had not yet made their entrance. I had given them a simple name - The Watchers. I didn't know how much Power they had, or whose side they would take. I wasn't even sure that they even existed. Though I often talked to them in my mind or aloud, I had no proof that they were actually there. At least, I didn't until about three pelash ago.

I didn't write this. They did. I can't write at all, but this is exactly as it happened, every thought and movement true. Including these thoughts. This explanation. I'd seen a piece of veen scratching on an old tree, the bark so thin it appeared white. Nothing is supporting or touching the piece of veen. Nothing. It's them writing, not me. The lines are so thin that from a distance, you can't see anything out of the ordinary. And I wonder what would happen should someone else see, and read. If it were one from my clan, I would be immediately killed. Sacrificed. Butchered.

You see, my clan is an evil. A great evil. The mere fact that I remain with them could easily get my killed by all sides, even those who aren't aligned with the Madreni or the evils. It nearly has, many times. This is very disturbing, seeing my thoughts written. Very disturbing.

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