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Post by Hazel on Aug 14, 2009 14:58:14 GMT -5
There was once a time, so many years ago, when we lived together, not in peace, but in better conditions than this. We knew that there would never be true peace, but wars were mostly unheard of, and there was always a night of peace with the coming of the full moon. That’s all gone now. It has been for countless generations, and it may never come again. In fact, it wouldn’t surprise me if it only got worse.
The conditions we live in are treacherous, the terrain dangerous even in broad daylight. The prey is scarce always, so we are thankful for our food, when we get some. It is our determination that keeps us alive, and those who have the slightest of doubts of whether or not it’s worth it are dead in their first year, always.
Then there are the others, the ones who chased us away long ago. They took the clan lands for themselves. If they thirst for water, they have it. If they want for food, a lazy mouse is always nearby. If it rains, they have shelter with space for all to share. There is no fighting over the best sleeping space, because they are all equally padded with fresh, clean moss every couple of sunrises. It isn’t fair that they have everything, and we have nothing. But that is the way life is now.
So who are we, do you ask? We are the defiant; the ones who learned the evil embedded in our ancestors lies. We are the ones who will one day reclaim what was taken from us. We are the hungry of the world. We are always cold, and we have kept quiet all these years. We are the ones that are only legends and myths to the fortunate. But no longer will we stay that way. We will rise up and fight once more, and even if we win, we will always remain what we are;
The Forgotten
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