The Unforthcoming Brume
PROLOUGE
When you know the truth, when you've experienced it firsthand, you'd hate to see it all drift away and bundle into a forgotten myth.
That was what was hard about being a Gummi; we kept our lives in secrecy for millennia, after humans drove us out with their technology.
This technology was of such inferiority to ours, although we couldn't use it, as humans controlled the whole Earth.
It felt good once we sided with a few humans, the Kingdom of Dunwyn.
We thought we were conquering the Earth together with humans with every small step.
As much as I love truth, the truth of everything's end disgusts me.
He stole our secrets; he stole them; that's how he stormed Dunwyn.
It was that huge-nosed, satanically bearded, disgrace of a human, Duke Sigmund Igthorn.
Dunwyn became a myth, a total myth. It's a story elementary students are told for a comprehension quiz.
To make it more despicable, Igthorn is the protagonist "who courageously slain newly-ordained King Cavin"
The Gummi civilization used to be at its lowest peak, a myth.
Now, no one even knows about us.
If it's ever regarded, it's in those stories I mentioned.
"King Cavin summoned the forces of Satan as he commanded huge humanoid rabid bears with wineskins of potions and whiskey."
It's the year 2010, and the Gummi civilization has scattered to the Far East in Hanoi and Manila, onto the North in Reykjavik.
Igthorn may probably be dead after these years, yet, though I have grown old, I cannot forget his cruelty and tyranny.
Igthorn killed more than half of our regrouping civilization, and for that, his descendants will be cursed to die under my hand, if it's the last thing I, Cubbi Gummi do.
What do you guys think?
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