Tethers of the Leashed

Brief Overview

A song sung by the people of Humanity designed to inspire those who are, or have once been oppressed.

General Overview

Due to the loss of the war called "The Cleanse," a war started by the fearful governments of humanity when the Gifted Children began to develop elemental abilities, humankind was initially set for genocide, however, several of the newly formed Elematiis decided that slavery would be a much more profitable prospect. After a few hundred years of slavery, the first of humanitys revolutions was sparked by a song called, "Tethers of the Leashed." The revolution ultimately failed, however, many say in the cover of nights blanket the song can still be heard, sung by those who still believe in the weight of its words.

Tethers of the Leashed

They came from the darkness of fathomless fear.
The river pooled with blood, the blood of those we held dear.
Shackles scarred our wrists as we were dragged through the mud.
Cursing the waters of our wells, tainted by our people's tears.

Burdened by chains, silenced by our collars.
Grey had plagued our skies, as we endured through the squalor.
Buried in the lies they deny our peoples silenced cries.
All but the likes of a humbled human scholar.

Rise, rise, the memories of who we have lost.
To seek out those who have harmed us, and all whom they have crossed.
The weak and the broken, the bloodied and bruised,
Shall dole out the fury of all those they misused.
Those still in power, standing in our wake.
Will soon have to answer for the souls that they take.
For the anger and loss left in a lovers empty arms
will turn into their weapon, a blade forged from those our enemies have harmed.

And in pain we shall prosper.
In our loss they shall see... That the pain they have caused has created a monster.
Born from the hatred of the enslaved we have freed,
Our losses compounded into an army built to conquer.

The screams of our dead will deafen the world.
And though we may bleed... None forget the power of our words.
For as long as one stands still brave enough to speak.
The cries of our people shall not go unheard.

Rise, rise, the memories of who we have lost.
To seek out those who have harmed us, and all whom they have crossed.
The weak and the broken, the bloodied and bruised,
Shall dole out the fury of all those they misused.
Those still in power, standing in our wake.
Will soon have to answer for the souls that they take.
For the anger and loss left in a lovers empty arms
will turn into their weapon, a blade forged from those our enemies have harmed.

The librarian rises from a building deep below.
Fighting for our cause, with the power they bestow.
Them the all-knowing, the looper of natural laws.
Using nothing but words as a lethal counterblow.

Once all has ended by the freed we beseeched.
And though those we love lay below, six feet beyond our reach.
Feeding the revolution, gifting us strength to grow.
We'll know that their loss cut the tethers of the leashed...
Their sacrifice cut the tethers of our leash.

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This song was written by an Odeapessan named Judas Denze. It is best known for stirring hope in the enslaved in order to grant enough of a movement to spark a revolution within Odeasus. Their people started a war they could not finish and unfortunately after their loss they were enslaved by the very race they intended to cleanse from the face of Eden, the Elematiis.
Thousands of years of brutality has been endured by the Odeapessans and Balane on Edens surface, leaving the few safe havens for their kind either Shambala, or hiding under a proverbial rock. Due to this, despite their clear differences, many encourage the notion of banding together to ward off their oppressors.