I had once thought that the dirt I walked upon and the air I breathed was all that lived in the universe. I used to think love was just a feeling of the heart and that home was just a place to rest your head. I used to think that if I closed myself off, and tuned everything out, that everything would be fine.
It seems as if all I thought was reality was brought into question the day I met them. They were different. Unique. Like jewels that had been trapped in the Earth a little to long. They seemed to speak a different language, yet I understood the sounds. They were very wise, yet knew nothing of this land and its peoples. They looked to have lived here all of their lives, and yet they spoke of coming from a space beyond the stars.
They told me of thier past, of with very little I believed at the time. They told me of a world, so full of life and joy and happiness that no one thought anything could go wrong. They told me of how that thought was shattered by a single heart that felt betrayed. They told me of how they had watched countless people die, women and children being slaughtered just so the other side wouldn't have new recruits. They told me of how thier planet fell, it's life completely drained from the millions of years of war that ravaged over its surface. They told me of how they found new allies, and a new place to call home. I didn't believe them, for how could someone be so heartless as to murder the innocent for their gain? How could a world-destroying war happen over a simple over reaction?
How could home be so far from your birth place?
Even their human companions spoke of things beyond our knowledge. Small boxes that allowed communication though long distances. Life that was fake, yet acted real. Metal carriages that drove themselves. It was all new and so unreal at the time that I had simply labeled them crazy and imaginative.
I now know that they were all very sain. I now know that "cellphones" are a very handy tool, and artificial intelligence, or "AI" can cause some problems. I also still resent the idea of cars ever being invented. An animal is much more reliable for travel.
How I came to this knowledge, you must find out yourself. No, you don't have to go running off to the library. You definitely don't have to go start another war just to find these things out. It's all right here, in these yellowing pages in which I wrote my journeys. These are my memories, our memories. These pages hold your history. Of the times before, during, and after the war. A war that lasted over four million years. A war that started because of a single selfish thought. A war that continued to the point of world-death and almost a full-on massacre of an entire species. A war that nearly ended time itself.
The war of Metal and Scales.
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'Till All Are One.