A/n: Please don't be too harsh with comment swift judgment of this but feedback is appreciated and just so everyone knows this IS my first writing of fiction and it does contain OC's so for those of you that don't like them,
Well, you might want to go read something else...
But enough of my ramblings, let's get on with it, shall we?
What if I told you that there once was a faction of the hive that was blessed by the traveler before it left fundament. Would you believe me, probably not, but would you believe the story from one of them in the flesh as it happened?
This is the story of pallis, once apart of that faction before the fall.
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Fundament, A very long time ago...
The kings three daughters return from their long exile with an offer, a pact, bargain, a way to grow strong from our weak bodies, the worm "gods" larva,
a tempting offer too many fell.
Those that refused were slaughtered by those that accepted and those that remained were hunted.
Toax sterile Mother and the teacher of the royal offspring tried to rally the five hundred and eleven species against their forces but ultimately was driven off world. Those that refused the worms hid away and prayed.
prayed for help, for asylum, for safety.
They were answered with vibrant visions depicting a creature as if made of light its self, flying over long since dormant warships of one of the lost races of fundament.
The survivors set out to find these ships, determined to escape the terrible world that was their home.
There were many hardships along the journey to where the visions would take them, storm joys and corrpted hunted them.
Upon finding these instruments of war, some wanted to use them for vengeance on the corrupted ones, others saw them as them as a way to escape the genocide that awaited them if they dared stay.
The repairs took four years of their ten-year life to complete, the knights that were capable enough to fight defended against the occasional corrupted scouts.
The mothers, younglings, and those unable to join in the defense of their new soon to be homes helped with the repairs and salvage.
They worked to get the ships to function tirelessly out of fear of being discovered by the corrupted ones who accepted the worms
The repairs took four years of their ten-year life to complete, it was costly but spared the future generations that ships would carry through the stars.
When trying to salvage parts from the ships that were beyond repairing there were strange occurrences such as, monitors coming to life, lights flashing in hallways ushering someone to follow within one of the ships as if the ship itself was alive and trying to tell them something.
Some chose to follow where the lights led, they found themselves at a massive room with many monitors and in the center of the room a large table, upon touching it the room sprang to life, a confused panicked voice speaking in a language understood to know one at the time, it tried to communicate through the monitors, telling them to go to the heart of its vessel and take the power core to another ship.
A few hours, rough interactions and mistranslations later they complied with the entity and followed its guidance to the core.
Their visit to the core was an eventful one, upon arrival to their destination they discovered that the vessels source of power was a colossal shard that emanated pulsing light as luminous as the sun. It pulsed and hummed as they stepped closer in awe and in one flash the room was filled with a blinding light.
Just like that the shard and entity were gone.
Their visit had changed them in ways they only dreamed, longer life spans, increased strength, and a new state of mind.
The thing that they would pass down to their kin in time as the ships fled the darkened world that was their home, but most importantly it gave them something they had not had for a very long time,
Hope.