[Prologue] Survivor

[Zaael]

For centuries, my people have told of a prophecy... Of three horrors that would bring about the end of our world. They are everywhere but they have no body. They kill but they have no hands. They devour but they have no mouth. I did not think I would live to learn their names... But I have. 

And, unlike many others, I still am. The prophecy was correct, the end of our world came. The destruction grew with each passing of the star, until the skies exploded and everything went still. Many of my people did not survive, the ones that did, barely so. The three brought this destruction upon my people, my world, my home.

Now, my world is recovering, we are recovering, building up the things we lost. Building new homes together with my people. My people... Before the three horrors arrived we all looked alike. Now... we are all different. The three did not only bring destruction. The three brought people from the skies, people from other worlds. After the horrors left those people became my people. To the eye the three might only have brought an apocalypse to our worlds, but to us, the survivors of the prophecy, they also brought unity and, more important, hope...

My name is Akama, and I am a survivor of the prophecy.

Edited November 13, 2017 by Zaael

[Professor Thaum]

A very cleaver and interesting entry... the sequel of this story must me enthralling