Myth goes that in the time of the great ones, when the air was most pleasent and the spring time never left, there lived two peoples who flurished in harmony and tranquility. All was well with both nations the economies flurished, the people never knew of sickness nor violence, of pestalience nor distruction. This was the time before time, but then the great clamity happened. Many catastrophies took place great and numerous droughts and earthquakes. The seasons began to change first the temperature rose to unbareble heights, then plumented to tretorous lows. Needless to say, this completly and utterly anilelated the crops and any of the other source of food. The southern tribes were the greatest afftected by these catastrophies as they specialized in agriculture. Thusly this is where most of their food supply came from. Great numbers went with out nourishment for many months. Some became sick and began to die. This was unusual because before this time no one died they only ascended into the higher relms of being. The people turned to the high priests and priestess to explain what was going on they told the people that this time was spoken of and prophicied by many great ones in the eons past. The time of change, of death and rebirth, the time of culivation the mediation. Durring the fammon the southern tribes had turned to the northern tribes for help. In awe and amazment at how they had managed to survive seemingly unscathed, they sent embassadores from the southern tribunal to the the north in search of answers and help. When they arrived they were amazed at the totals of people in the streets it was as if the populations had not been at all affected. The embassadors went into the royal courts in search of answers and help. What they received was suprising and horrific to say the least. The night of their arrival there was a great feast held in their honor and the embassorders were not only impressed but intrigued. What did they do so differently to avoid the fammons? How could they have managed to not only survive but thrive in these conditions? On that night their questions were answered. The legend says that on the fest table lay human remains and flesh broiled, roasted, and grilled. They had resorted to caniblism and savagery to survive. The southern embassored were greatly disturbed but puzzled at the same time. How could they survive on human flesh with out decreasing their population? That answer was soon revealed to them, the high priests of the northern tribes had resorted to low level magik the likes of which had not even been thought of in the time before time. They created beings whos sole purpose was to become a food source for the nation. These beings were farmed and harvested like animals or crops. This greatly discouraged the southern ambassadors and they fled the nation as soon as they received the news. They were never to return. When the stories were told of the horrors that they had encounter many were moved to action. The southern tribe though greatly effected and small in number where determined to rid the planet of this injustice. And so it had begun, the first of many and continual battles that led to wars with the northern tribes. Every one knows of these myths and they are locally passed down from generation to generation to tell the history of the events that tormented the people for ever more. I had become aware of these stories through the tellings of them every night around the dinner fire. The elders always told them and all the young ones and many of the adults would sit and listen as we all ate dinner. Since i was new to theses people all my learning about them came from me teaching myself the language and observing what i could. The myths are all i have had the chance to learn and understand my outside world with. Since this mission was highly experimental, little knowldge of the actuality of it working let alone an ability to acess or gain knowldge of the history of this place was highly unlikely. See i am not from this time or place, i am from a future time were my people had just discovered the extremly experiemental and highly dangerous dark matter energy science. Few people valenteered there time to this science because of its high risk factors including death or even worse becoming permanently lost in the abyss of the unknown. They say only two types of people are actually crazy enough to volunteer for these types of missions, the crazy and the foolish. I guess you could say i was a bit of both. Although i would much rather discribe my foolishness as maybe a fearless, a naivety that could possibly make me crazy enough ever even dream of going on this trip in the first place.
The owner and the official spoke for only but a few short minutes before the official pointed out into the field at this young girl who was the child of a poor peasant couple, but from what i could pick up about the situation locals say that the girl was born biologically to a long line of many great and wise song oracles. A song oracle had the power to manipulate sound a frequency with his her voice and tailor them to magically fit properties of enormous strength. Strength that could be used for creation and positivity or destruction and negativity. It was all in the ways that these frequencies were harmonized and utilized. It was obvious that she was adopted because her features were not that common to any of the common people i had seen here so far including her own parents, and her aura glowed with a brightness unmatched by anyone around her.
The guard came to the side of the official and accompanied her to the fields, where she went to the child and ordered the guard to pick her up and take her to the vehicle. As soon as she was picked up and the guard began to walk away, the child realized what was going on and began to cry for fear of separation from her parents. The sight was so heart wrenching that i couldn't bare to watch. I wouldn't, I couldn't, sit idly by and let this young girl be ripped from the only family shes ever known. I had to say something I spoke up, "How dare you rip such a young child from her mothers arms?" The official turned around stunned and disgusted at my lack of respect for her rank and position. "What did you say to me you feeble and worthless peasant?" she replied. "Say what you like to me but leave the child alone!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. "I ought to have you put out of your misery you evil little-" she had turned and looked toward me and stopped upon looking me in the face. "Wah-wah-where did you get that scar?" She spoke puzzled and breathlessly. I looked up at her confused and stated faintly "Are you talking about this?" She nodded yes. I guess she had seen the scar on my forehead. I was born with it. It was from an injury i had acquired as i was being born. They say it was an internal injury that couldn't be explained. I told her about how i had been born with it. She said to me in an forcefully yet intrigued voice "SING TO ME!" I was so nervous i had never sang in front of people before only behind the closed doors of my own room. I wasn't even sure if i was any good but i had no choice in the matter if this meant spearing the child's life it was important enough for me to over come my fear. I opened up my mouth and begin to sing a melody. A melody i remember my mom singing to me every night before i went to sleep. Her eyes were asphyxiated and a mesmerized look came over her face. She spoke "I will spear this young girl if you come with me to the official courts and if they approve the Abby of The Sacred Songs." I nodded in acceptance of this agreement. The little girl was put down by the guard and ran eagerly back to her parents. Her mother picked her up and held her tight. They looked at me with a ambiance of thankfulness and respect but also with shock that I, not a native would risk myself from a nation that i am not a part of, and in context i guess i understood. But this was a matter of voicing my principles and where i stand. No young girl or boy for that matter should be taken away from their family at such I young age. And i refused to stand idly by while i watched that very thing happen. The official motioned for me to hurry along and I followed behind and was seated in the back of the vehicle right next to her. The whole ride to the city must have been at least ten hours. The whole way she never once looked me in the eye nor spoke to me. All i could hear were the wheels bumping over the unpaved and rocky roads and the occasional cough or biological noise from either the official or the guard. The quiet, although awkward, was welcome as it was much needed in the aspect that it created a space for me to perceive the actuality of what was happening to me and how truly at very least amazing it was. Here i am suspected of being from a long line of great oracles. How is that even possible? I diddled with the thought of what that meant for me and my life. How it would effect the chance of me going home? Would i ever see my home again my little brother? my aunt? I guess these were the chances i was had to be willing to take when signing up for this mission but never the less the depth of human emotion is never so clearly understood than the moments in which it is felt. The world i came was fading like the shadow of a distant memory. I felt as if I was beginning to forget my old life, like things that were once so vivid grew dim in the strange light of this new world.
