A significantly longer part this time: close to three times as long as my average post. Pay attention to the date. As you might notice, as the last part was on Amanela 2nd, this is still back on Amanela 1st... Don't worry too much over it though. Although this serial might not be in chronological order, when it isn't, I'll keep it from being too confusing by having the different time lines through the different story threads... Oh, and in case you are wondering, I did immensely enjoy writing about everything that Jroldin was doing during the ceremony... For a character that I didn't know much about when I first wrote this part, I now seem to know a lot more of his personality...
Part IV: The Remembrance Ceremony
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
Jroldin fidgeted in his seat in the great “outside” auditorium. The outside part was a big joke to him. Less than half a percent in this crowd of around one hundred thousand people could have ever seen the real outside. It was great in size though… Jroldin would give it that. Anything to support a population of around half the size of the whole city was large enough to be called great.
Jroldin wished he didn’t have to attend the Remembrance ceremony. He had been to it every year all sixteen years of his life. But his dad had said that he had to lest the media think anything bad about him. For once, Jroldin wished that his dad wasn’t such a big figure, being the head of the Resistance Bureau of Investigation and all.. then he might be able to skip this event, but no… The Remembrance ceremony could at least have something different each year so that they didn’t just do the same thing over and over again…
Well… The crowning point of the ceremony, the Rememberance Session, had to be the same. All the dances and presentations before and such were different, but they were all so boring! Jroldin had just had to sit through two hours of watching all of it. Some lame form of entertainment. Jroldin would much rather have gone to the arcade for his version of true entertainment. And now they had been waiting a half hour for the Remembrance Session to begin so that the whole stupid thing could be over.
There was a mass cheering throughout the crowd as Astrid, governor of Araelia, walked onto the stage, her face nearly grotesquely enlarged over the movie screens designed to help those who weren’t as fortunate to be in the first couple hundred roles. Jroldin leaned his head back to see the screen. Seeing what Astrid would look like enlarged like this would be amusing at the least.
“Welcome fellowcitizens of Araelia and fellowmembers of the Resistance!” Astrid said. “According to my statistics we now have 96,600 citizens of Araelia here and 5,100 dwarves from the various cities of the Resistance!” Jroldin watched her enlarged wrinkles move as her mouth opened wide to speak, giving a clear look into her mouth. Her face looked large and plastic on the screen. You could really see how old Astrid was on the screen. Jroldin wasn’t too sure about how old she was. It was one of those things he was supposed to know but he didn’t. Jroldin was guessing 147, but he wasn’t exactly sure.
“Today is the 114th anniversary of the Great Upheaval, when the elves turned against us and rose up into the skies,” Astrid said. “Today is also the 96th year that we have performed the Remembrance Ceremony, to remind those born after the Great Upheaval, what we have lost.” The video cameras zoomed out from Astrid to catch the big screen behind her. Jroldin was a bit saddened, as now he couldn’t stare intently on her enlarged plastic phase and looked again toward Astrid. The curtains were pulling back to reveal the screen where they’d show the documentaries during Astrid’s speech about what happened long, long ago.
“One hundred and twenty eight years ago,” Astrid said. “The Kingdom of the Sla’ad, under the leadership of Falknor, declared open hostilities upon the human kingdom of Farlund, seeking to claim more territory on themselves.” The screen behind her saw Sla’ad, armed, running out to battle. The Sla’ad looked like ghostly shadows on the screen.
“For a while it was just Falknor and the Sla’ad fighting it out,” Astrid said. “Until the bloody and horrible day of Fralium came.” A sad music came out upon the loud speakers and the screen showed a city, razed to the ground, rubble all around. “The Sla’ad made a surprise attack on the thriving city of Fralium, and using powerful bombs and their military force, completely razed the city to the ground, killing all but for a few of the previous inhabitants of the city. The human kingdom of Farlund soon after collapsed.” A low drum beat began to play through the loudspeakers. “And thus, following the horrible tragedy, the races of the world combined to fight against this pressing darkness. Screenshots showed of each of the six races of Arquenia, the dwarves, the humans, the elves, the orcs, the goblins, and the Sla’ad. “And, following Xavier’s Prophesy, they elected together one member from each race to join together to form the Xavier Team, to smite the Sla’ad and free the world from the upcoming evil. I was selected to join the team for the human representative, and also… Jaigran.” A slide flashed on the screen of Jaigran’s face, his eyebrows narrowed and his face hardened, staring down as firelight lit up his face.
“Our team did well at first,” Astrid said. “Believing ourselves to be the team that was prophesied by Xavier we did well, leading the armies to battle, handling espionage and sabotage missions, and ultimately breaking down their defenses.” A slide showed of five people from each of the different races excepting the Sla’ad, running through a corridor, weapons ready for a battle. Astrid looked a lot younger.
“Finally, having with the help of all the nations crushed the Sla’ad, we held up almost all of the remaining Sla’ad in the world in the Fortress of Varasheet. Their leaders killed and most all of their defenses gone, the Sla’ad begged for mercy.” A slide showed of a fortress, the slide entitled the Fortress of Varasheet. The fortress was mostly underground, only parts of it sticking out.
“The Council granted them mercy upon the condition they went to the far North, never to return,” Astrid said. “But then, the disaster struck.” Scenes showed of a wall being blown up, armed forces running through, and Sla’ad fleeing. “It soon became obvious that the Council had lied to the Sla’ad, and, under the leadership of Jaigran, who operated this apart from the team, slaughtered all the Sla’ad that were in Varasheet.” A slow drumbeat could be heard across the sound system. “The team had done its work, but all was not well. Jaigran, fueled with ambition, rose up in the eyes of the Council and soon became the head of all the armies of the elves. The now General Jaigran, in 7 B.U. then went to the Council to seek to be made a member of the Council in replacement of the recently retired Council member.” Footage showed on the screen behind Astrid of Jaigran, entering into the room and talking with the Council members, although now sound was heard. “At that time, the different races and nations were governed by a Council made up of three different members that oversaw world affairs. The position went to me rather than Jaigran,” Astrid said. “And this act enfuriated Jaigran. He claimed that he had been the best choice and vehemently left the Council room. He then left the capital city Erenspeth and went to his own people.” Footage showed of Jaigran leaving the council room, ablaze with anger.
“General Jaigran soon became the spokesman and the voice for the elves, impassioning many of the elves about their ancestral heritage and of their great deeds. He even reached out and called upon the orcs also, seeking to unite the two races into one faction. As the elves and orcs were joined to him, he secretly worked on his greatest plan of all, the Mothership.” The slide showed a rotating view of the Mothership, a mammoth white air ship. “Five miles long and two miles wide, the making of the ship was a feat in and of itself, much more the fact that it was constructed in only seven years and that it was able to be kept secret from the outside world.”
“Finally,” Astrid said. “General Jaigran came once more to the Council. Coming to us, he demanded that the Council should be governed by one ruler over them, and that that member should be him.” Footage showed of the scene. “Of course, we denied him the power. Angry, he threatened us, and told us that we would regret this day for the rest of our lives if we did not relent. And of course, we refused to give in. And then he unleashed his final plan.” Footage showed of him yelling, and of armed elves bursting into the room. “Having previously overwhelmed the guards, the attack party took us by surprise and held us hostage. Blowing up the wall, a small aircraft came down to carry us off.” Footage continued to be shown of the scene. “And, taking us away, he drove it into the elves’ borders and to the site of their colossal feat, the Mothership.” Footage again showed of the ship.
“Taking us on board, the Mothership took to flight, and, with the elves slew of air vehicles that they had created, unleashed a devastating attack on the capital city, Erenspeth. Erenspeth defenses were outclassed and outmatched and, bombed, the city fell, being utterly devastated and razed to the ground.”
Astrid paused for a moment of reflection as images played on the screen of the smoking remains of the once glorious city of Erenspeth before she continued.. “Having destroyed Erenspeth, the elves then made a massive and quick assault against all the other nations, with the orcs on their side. With the Mothership on their side, the elves were able to destroy all opposing aircraft and made it clear to all who the masters of the skies were. It soon became apparent that it was no longer safe to stay above ground. But by then, it was too late.” Images showed in rapid succession of the different major cities under attack from the air.
“The dwarves managed to escape much of the destruction in their underground cities, but the other races were not so fortunate,” Astrid said. “As we all know, all humans were either destroyed or enslaved to the elves except for those who escaped to the underground tunnels. The goblins likewise were scattered, and no one knows what has become of them. We still believe some to be alive, but if they are, they would be like the Sla’ad, having been devastated and forgotten.” A graphic showed of the map of the world, slowly being overcome by red.
“Having destroyed all opposition, the elves and orcs then took to the sky, finishing the Great Upheaval,” Astrid said. “They soon began to create flying cities and soon it became apparent to all that the elves’ abode was in the skies, just like all the poems and prophesies said. Proclaiming himself emperor, and the elves as the master race, Jaigran thus became the ruler of all Arquenia.” An image showed of the official image of Emperor Jaigran that was perpetuated.
“Except for us,” Astrid said, almost in a whisper. “The ruler of all except for those who have joined the Resistance, the group of dwarves and humans who still seek to win out against Emperor Jaigran and the elves! Today I am now proud to announce that Araelia, the only free human city in the whole world, has now hit the mark of having 200,000 inhabitants!” Cheering erupted throughout the stadium.
Jroldin suddenly shook his head. How did… How had he become so captivated by the presentation? He’d seen it every year and it was so boring and yet… Jroldin scratched his head.
Astrid waited until the cheering to die down. “And now, as my last words before the Remembrance ceremony ends,” Astrid said. “I would like to recite the words of Xavier’s prophesy. Although my team believed ourselves to be the team, it has become obvious that a greater threat than the Sla’ad has come.” Astrid closed her eyes as curtains moved across the slide. And then she spoke.
“The wars go by the kingdoms fade and new kingdoms will come.
New nations rise new earthly powers and yet the world endures.
But yet a greater threat than any that have come before.
A greater threat now rises yet and still will break the shore.
Its power grows the kingdoms fade and all becomes entrapped.
The greatness of the nations will all be ascribed to it.
But yet a hope still stands!
But yet a hope still stands!
A team will rise out of the dust and out the ashes sure.
A member one from every race will bring it to a close.
And when it’s fruition is met it will go out for sure
To smite the power that has come to take away its peace
The power that is above and beyond all that lives and breathes
A power that yet threatens to destroy the earth with fire.
But now a hope doth rise!
But now a hope doth rise!”
Jroldin leaned closer to hear the words better in time for when Xavier messed up. All the lines had a clear beat and rhythm except for one, about which there was a slew of debate about. Jroldin’s personal opinion was that Xavier was no true prophet, just a rambling old man, and that here he had showed his fallibility in messing up his poem.
“A human named Astrid and an elf with ambition.
A Sla’ad will lead the group
An orc will help elf and goblin will show great expertise.
A dwarf who has a sign upon his head for his fixed place.
The seven will be unified in purpose and in mind
But yet a hope secures!
But yet a hope secures!
Jroldin smirked. Another place where Xavier had messed up. He had counted seven members when there had only been six. Jroldin was sure that there was a lot of attempts by scholars to try to make up for that fact. Weak attempts to try to explain an obviously failed prophesy.
“A healer for the party and one who bears Old Weapons.
A warrior seeks to lead and yet it won’t be granted him.
One will betray his friends and another will lose them all!
An outlaw yet by birth and one who saw a slaughter great.
These qualities they all must have if they will seek success.
And now a hope will rise!
And now a hope will rise!”
Silence fell upon the group as Astrid finished reciting the prophesy. Jroldin yawned. Finally. The Remembrance Ceremony was over and now he would finally be able to leave and wouldn’t have to return for at least a year… hopefully more than that.
But Astrid wasn’t finished. “Thus the words of Xavier’s prophesy,” she said. She fell silent for a couple moments before speaking. “It has now been one hundred and fourteen years since the Great Upheaval and four hundred and eighty nine days since Xavier first recited the prophesy.” Jroldin’s ears perked up. This was new. And it was an unwritten rule of the Remembrance Session that everything had to be exactly the same year after year.
“The elves have been authority for so long, and we have no powers to stop them,” Astrid said, her voice ringing out over the auditorium. The curtains behind her rolled back to reveal footage of the Mothership, of the floating cities, of the elves airship fleet, and upon elves in military attire. “They have taken the skies and now rule them with an iron fist! It has become clear to all that no earthly weapons can stop them!” Jroldin cocked his head. It was clear to all? Maybe most humans who still trusted in prophesy and the Old Weapons, but definitely not for most all the dwarves.
“But we have no need to fight with earthly weapons alone!” Astrid called out. “Not when we have Xavier’s prophesy on our side! The time past should suffice us to have stayed hidden and to do nothing! The time has now come for us to take action! The time has come for us to call into affect a new team, one appointed by Xavier’s prophesy, to go and take back that which has been lost to us by the elves!”
“This day I pledge unto you that we shall not remain in hiding waiting for the elves to exterminate us! Our hope for victory against the elves is found in the words of Xavier’s prophesy! We will not rest, we will not truly rest, until we will find the candidate for Xavier’s prophesy to go back and win back that which the elves have so unjustly taken from us! And that team, armed with the prophesy, shall give this land a new birth of freedom, that peace may rule the land and that we shall not be in hiding anymore! The change and the resurrection movement starts now, for freedom, and by Xavier’s prophesy!”
And the crowd erupted in mad jubilation.
Question of the Week:Do you believe in the prophesy? What do you think about it?
Part IV: The Remembrance Ceremony
Date: Amanela 1st, 114 A.U.
Jroldin fidgeted in his seat in the great “outside” auditorium. The outside part was a big joke to him. Less than half a percent in this crowd of around one hundred thousand people could have ever seen the real outside. It was great in size though… Jroldin would give it that. Anything to support a population of around half the size of the whole city was large enough to be called great.
Jroldin wished he didn’t have to attend the Remembrance ceremony. He had been to it every year all sixteen years of his life. But his dad had said that he had to lest the media think anything bad about him. For once, Jroldin wished that his dad wasn’t such a big figure, being the head of the Resistance Bureau of Investigation and all.. then he might be able to skip this event, but no… The Remembrance ceremony could at least have something different each year so that they didn’t just do the same thing over and over again…
Well… The crowning point of the ceremony, the Rememberance Session, had to be the same. All the dances and presentations before and such were different, but they were all so boring! Jroldin had just had to sit through two hours of watching all of it. Some lame form of entertainment. Jroldin would much rather have gone to the arcade for his version of true entertainment. And now they had been waiting a half hour for the Remembrance Session to begin so that the whole stupid thing could be over.
There was a mass cheering throughout the crowd as Astrid, governor of Araelia, walked onto the stage, her face nearly grotesquely enlarged over the movie screens designed to help those who weren’t as fortunate to be in the first couple hundred roles. Jroldin leaned his head back to see the screen. Seeing what Astrid would look like enlarged like this would be amusing at the least.
“Welcome fellowcitizens of Araelia and fellowmembers of the Resistance!” Astrid said. “According to my statistics we now have 96,600 citizens of Araelia here and 5,100 dwarves from the various cities of the Resistance!” Jroldin watched her enlarged wrinkles move as her mouth opened wide to speak, giving a clear look into her mouth. Her face looked large and plastic on the screen. You could really see how old Astrid was on the screen. Jroldin wasn’t too sure about how old she was. It was one of those things he was supposed to know but he didn’t. Jroldin was guessing 147, but he wasn’t exactly sure.
“Today is the 114th anniversary of the Great Upheaval, when the elves turned against us and rose up into the skies,” Astrid said. “Today is also the 96th year that we have performed the Remembrance Ceremony, to remind those born after the Great Upheaval, what we have lost.” The video cameras zoomed out from Astrid to catch the big screen behind her. Jroldin was a bit saddened, as now he couldn’t stare intently on her enlarged plastic phase and looked again toward Astrid. The curtains were pulling back to reveal the screen where they’d show the documentaries during Astrid’s speech about what happened long, long ago.
“One hundred and twenty eight years ago,” Astrid said. “The Kingdom of the Sla’ad, under the leadership of Falknor, declared open hostilities upon the human kingdom of Farlund, seeking to claim more territory on themselves.” The screen behind her saw Sla’ad, armed, running out to battle. The Sla’ad looked like ghostly shadows on the screen.
“For a while it was just Falknor and the Sla’ad fighting it out,” Astrid said. “Until the bloody and horrible day of Fralium came.” A sad music came out upon the loud speakers and the screen showed a city, razed to the ground, rubble all around. “The Sla’ad made a surprise attack on the thriving city of Fralium, and using powerful bombs and their military force, completely razed the city to the ground, killing all but for a few of the previous inhabitants of the city. The human kingdom of Farlund soon after collapsed.” A low drum beat began to play through the loudspeakers. “And thus, following the horrible tragedy, the races of the world combined to fight against this pressing darkness. Screenshots showed of each of the six races of Arquenia, the dwarves, the humans, the elves, the orcs, the goblins, and the Sla’ad. “And, following Xavier’s Prophesy, they elected together one member from each race to join together to form the Xavier Team, to smite the Sla’ad and free the world from the upcoming evil. I was selected to join the team for the human representative, and also… Jaigran.” A slide flashed on the screen of Jaigran’s face, his eyebrows narrowed and his face hardened, staring down as firelight lit up his face.
“Our team did well at first,” Astrid said. “Believing ourselves to be the team that was prophesied by Xavier we did well, leading the armies to battle, handling espionage and sabotage missions, and ultimately breaking down their defenses.” A slide showed of five people from each of the different races excepting the Sla’ad, running through a corridor, weapons ready for a battle. Astrid looked a lot younger.
“Finally, having with the help of all the nations crushed the Sla’ad, we held up almost all of the remaining Sla’ad in the world in the Fortress of Varasheet. Their leaders killed and most all of their defenses gone, the Sla’ad begged for mercy.” A slide showed of a fortress, the slide entitled the Fortress of Varasheet. The fortress was mostly underground, only parts of it sticking out.
“The Council granted them mercy upon the condition they went to the far North, never to return,” Astrid said. “But then, the disaster struck.” Scenes showed of a wall being blown up, armed forces running through, and Sla’ad fleeing. “It soon became obvious that the Council had lied to the Sla’ad, and, under the leadership of Jaigran, who operated this apart from the team, slaughtered all the Sla’ad that were in Varasheet.” A slow drumbeat could be heard across the sound system. “The team had done its work, but all was not well. Jaigran, fueled with ambition, rose up in the eyes of the Council and soon became the head of all the armies of the elves. The now General Jaigran, in 7 B.U. then went to the Council to seek to be made a member of the Council in replacement of the recently retired Council member.” Footage showed on the screen behind Astrid of Jaigran, entering into the room and talking with the Council members, although now sound was heard. “At that time, the different races and nations were governed by a Council made up of three different members that oversaw world affairs. The position went to me rather than Jaigran,” Astrid said. “And this act enfuriated Jaigran. He claimed that he had been the best choice and vehemently left the Council room. He then left the capital city Erenspeth and went to his own people.” Footage showed of Jaigran leaving the council room, ablaze with anger.
“General Jaigran soon became the spokesman and the voice for the elves, impassioning many of the elves about their ancestral heritage and of their great deeds. He even reached out and called upon the orcs also, seeking to unite the two races into one faction. As the elves and orcs were joined to him, he secretly worked on his greatest plan of all, the Mothership.” The slide showed a rotating view of the Mothership, a mammoth white air ship. “Five miles long and two miles wide, the making of the ship was a feat in and of itself, much more the fact that it was constructed in only seven years and that it was able to be kept secret from the outside world.”
“Finally,” Astrid said. “General Jaigran came once more to the Council. Coming to us, he demanded that the Council should be governed by one ruler over them, and that that member should be him.” Footage showed of the scene. “Of course, we denied him the power. Angry, he threatened us, and told us that we would regret this day for the rest of our lives if we did not relent. And of course, we refused to give in. And then he unleashed his final plan.” Footage showed of him yelling, and of armed elves bursting into the room. “Having previously overwhelmed the guards, the attack party took us by surprise and held us hostage. Blowing up the wall, a small aircraft came down to carry us off.” Footage continued to be shown of the scene. “And, taking us away, he drove it into the elves’ borders and to the site of their colossal feat, the Mothership.” Footage again showed of the ship.
“Taking us on board, the Mothership took to flight, and, with the elves slew of air vehicles that they had created, unleashed a devastating attack on the capital city, Erenspeth. Erenspeth defenses were outclassed and outmatched and, bombed, the city fell, being utterly devastated and razed to the ground.”
Astrid paused for a moment of reflection as images played on the screen of the smoking remains of the once glorious city of Erenspeth before she continued.. “Having destroyed Erenspeth, the elves then made a massive and quick assault against all the other nations, with the orcs on their side. With the Mothership on their side, the elves were able to destroy all opposing aircraft and made it clear to all who the masters of the skies were. It soon became apparent that it was no longer safe to stay above ground. But by then, it was too late.” Images showed in rapid succession of the different major cities under attack from the air.
“The dwarves managed to escape much of the destruction in their underground cities, but the other races were not so fortunate,” Astrid said. “As we all know, all humans were either destroyed or enslaved to the elves except for those who escaped to the underground tunnels. The goblins likewise were scattered, and no one knows what has become of them. We still believe some to be alive, but if they are, they would be like the Sla’ad, having been devastated and forgotten.” A graphic showed of the map of the world, slowly being overcome by red.
“Having destroyed all opposition, the elves and orcs then took to the sky, finishing the Great Upheaval,” Astrid said. “They soon began to create flying cities and soon it became apparent to all that the elves’ abode was in the skies, just like all the poems and prophesies said. Proclaiming himself emperor, and the elves as the master race, Jaigran thus became the ruler of all Arquenia.” An image showed of the official image of Emperor Jaigran that was perpetuated.
“Except for us,” Astrid said, almost in a whisper. “The ruler of all except for those who have joined the Resistance, the group of dwarves and humans who still seek to win out against Emperor Jaigran and the elves! Today I am now proud to announce that Araelia, the only free human city in the whole world, has now hit the mark of having 200,000 inhabitants!” Cheering erupted throughout the stadium.
Jroldin suddenly shook his head. How did… How had he become so captivated by the presentation? He’d seen it every year and it was so boring and yet… Jroldin scratched his head.
Astrid waited until the cheering to die down. “And now, as my last words before the Remembrance ceremony ends,” Astrid said. “I would like to recite the words of Xavier’s prophesy. Although my team believed ourselves to be the team, it has become obvious that a greater threat than the Sla’ad has come.” Astrid closed her eyes as curtains moved across the slide. And then she spoke.
“The wars go by the kingdoms fade and new kingdoms will come.
New nations rise new earthly powers and yet the world endures.
But yet a greater threat than any that have come before.
A greater threat now rises yet and still will break the shore.
Its power grows the kingdoms fade and all becomes entrapped.
The greatness of the nations will all be ascribed to it.
But yet a hope still stands!
But yet a hope still stands!
A team will rise out of the dust and out the ashes sure.
A member one from every race will bring it to a close.
And when it’s fruition is met it will go out for sure
To smite the power that has come to take away its peace
The power that is above and beyond all that lives and breathes
A power that yet threatens to destroy the earth with fire.
But now a hope doth rise!
But now a hope doth rise!”
Jroldin leaned closer to hear the words better in time for when Xavier messed up. All the lines had a clear beat and rhythm except for one, about which there was a slew of debate about. Jroldin’s personal opinion was that Xavier was no true prophet, just a rambling old man, and that here he had showed his fallibility in messing up his poem.
“A human named Astrid and an elf with ambition.
A Sla’ad will lead the group
An orc will help elf and goblin will show great expertise.
A dwarf who has a sign upon his head for his fixed place.
The seven will be unified in purpose and in mind
But yet a hope secures!
But yet a hope secures!
Jroldin smirked. Another place where Xavier had messed up. He had counted seven members when there had only been six. Jroldin was sure that there was a lot of attempts by scholars to try to make up for that fact. Weak attempts to try to explain an obviously failed prophesy.
“A healer for the party and one who bears Old Weapons.
A warrior seeks to lead and yet it won’t be granted him.
One will betray his friends and another will lose them all!
An outlaw yet by birth and one who saw a slaughter great.
These qualities they all must have if they will seek success.
And now a hope will rise!
And now a hope will rise!”
Silence fell upon the group as Astrid finished reciting the prophesy. Jroldin yawned. Finally. The Remembrance Ceremony was over and now he would finally be able to leave and wouldn’t have to return for at least a year… hopefully more than that.
But Astrid wasn’t finished. “Thus the words of Xavier’s prophesy,” she said. She fell silent for a couple moments before speaking. “It has now been one hundred and fourteen years since the Great Upheaval and four hundred and eighty nine days since Xavier first recited the prophesy.” Jroldin’s ears perked up. This was new. And it was an unwritten rule of the Remembrance Session that everything had to be exactly the same year after year.
“The elves have been authority for so long, and we have no powers to stop them,” Astrid said, her voice ringing out over the auditorium. The curtains behind her rolled back to reveal footage of the Mothership, of the floating cities, of the elves airship fleet, and upon elves in military attire. “They have taken the skies and now rule them with an iron fist! It has become clear to all that no earthly weapons can stop them!” Jroldin cocked his head. It was clear to all? Maybe most humans who still trusted in prophesy and the Old Weapons, but definitely not for most all the dwarves.
“But we have no need to fight with earthly weapons alone!” Astrid called out. “Not when we have Xavier’s prophesy on our side! The time past should suffice us to have stayed hidden and to do nothing! The time has now come for us to take action! The time has come for us to call into affect a new team, one appointed by Xavier’s prophesy, to go and take back that which has been lost to us by the elves!”
“This day I pledge unto you that we shall not remain in hiding waiting for the elves to exterminate us! Our hope for victory against the elves is found in the words of Xavier’s prophesy! We will not rest, we will not truly rest, until we will find the candidate for Xavier’s prophesy to go back and win back that which the elves have so unjustly taken from us! And that team, armed with the prophesy, shall give this land a new birth of freedom, that peace may rule the land and that we shall not be in hiding anymore! The change and the resurrection movement starts now, for freedom, and by Xavier’s prophesy!”
And the crowd erupted in mad jubilation.
Question of the Week:Do you believe in the prophesy? What do you think about it?
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