Humanity wasn't ready for us; wasn't ready for the truth. We should have known, but time was running out. They took the news badly, as we had guessed, but their reaction was much worse then anticipated. We tried to make them understand, make them see what was about to happen, but in the end it didn't matter. One could say that they brought upon their own demise, but that was only a factor of their defeat, and in the end, humanity fell to the ones I'm shamed to call brethren. And now in the ruins of their homes I sit, playing the sad tunes of the violin that they once did many days ago...
The fighting was all but pretty much over, save for few pockets of resistance that would surely be crushed in the coming days. The normal humans had put up a good fight, but fell short against the combined abilities of centuries of refined and master Magik. Truly, I couldn't blame them though, ii wasn't their fault that they weren't like us after all. Mankind abandoned the research of the mystic arts too soon, and so turned their attention to the materials that they could believe, the easy way of doing things. But this would raise the question as to how we, the Ash, came to be. Well, that question would be easy to answer, except that information was lost long ago. Nobody knows who lost it or how, but it was decided that perhaps it was for the best, to start anew and forget the past. How does this all tie in with what is currently going on? Well, it honestly doesn't, I just need a distraction while I finish my song before they come to execute me. So before I go, allow me to introduce myself.
My name is Alice Munroe, and I am about to be executed.