My name is Laseth. It is the 84th year since the coming of the Tyeel. I write from Logh Vohei. I was born in what is now known as the Western Sector. Until the Tyeel came, we were a simple people. Fishermen. Our fishing villages spawned all acroos the great Talimari seas. The Ro Gawat civilization, as we later called ourselves, slowly advanced through the ages. We started building cities, expanding further north. We learned how to build bigger ships, better wagons, sturdier roads. Our people chose a path of learning and exploration. And then the Tyeel came. I remember the night of horror as we watched the blazing skies, I can still see the green balls of light as they struck our village. Then came the soldiers. The Tyeel were vicious, stopping at nothing in order to take our lands. They were many and we were weak. It is they who have taken us to this age, of our destruction - with thier technology, we were stunned and overwhelmed. From them we learned of such awsome powers as partical weapons, radiation machines, and scorth torches. Oh, the wonders my people have grown to know and resent - everything about the Tyeel technology frightened us and scard us. Even thier computers, shinny and intimidating in thier hum were a mystery to my people. It was in the 7th year when the Mahagath struck. By a power unknown to us or the Tyeel the planet ragged. Volcanoes erupted, earthquakes shattered the earths, great floods and fires following. Our atmosphere changed, at first water raised all around our world, temperatures became erratic, extreme highs and extreme lows. We were desperate, dying. The Tyeel could not leave our planet nor get help. We could never figure out the reason for that, nor did we care. As soon as we realised they were stranded, the Great War begun. We stole and mastered any of thier technologies we could put our hands on. We hid in the mountains, in the forrests, in the swamps, at sea. Eventually virtually the entire Ro Gavat people turned against the Tyeel. In the 16th year, it was declared the Tyeel were no longer on our lands. But the damage was done. Our planet lay shattered. Not much more than swamplands, burnt forrests and radiated areas remained. The atmosphere was left poluted, the air almost unsafe to breath. I write from Logh Vohei. I write from Logh Vohei. I write from Logh Vohei. We have been starnded here for the past 46 years. This is our last remaining safe haven. The radiation and pollution still prevents us from leaving. Although we have a great deal of the Tyeel's technology now, and though we mastered the skills of controlling it, the energy our computers so much depend on is all but depleted. We have no way of replenishing our supply. Without energy we won't be able to filter clean air, or use the Tyeel machines that use the radiation. Without energy, we will die. I write from Logh Vohei. My name is Laseth. It is the 84th year since the coming of the Tyeel... |
היצירה לעיל הנה בדיונית וכל קשר בינה ובין המציאות הנו מקרי בהחלט. אין צוות האתר ו/או הנהלת האתר אחראים לנזק, אבדן, אי נוחות, עגמת נפש וכיו''ב תוצאות, ישירות או עקיפות, שייגרמו לך או לכל צד שלישי בשל מסרים שיפורסמו ביצירות, שהנם באחריות היוצר בלבד. |
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