From the Ashes
This is not a story of the ships that flew through the sky, nor is it one about the metal men that walked the lands. This is a story about the time we crawled out of their ashes.
The trigger for the collapse was instantaneous. In the moments after the cities were either deserted or battlefields. Battlefields with no organisation behind them, because the organisations had lost control. This made fighting common and deadly throughout the lands and friends you trusted fully were non-existent. Water and food were scarce and became the currency of choice for all creatures.
Progress was sent back for a number of years that only the gods know. Dwarves, the masters of inanimate creation, went to the hills and mountains to carve new homes there. The elves, in harmony with nature, took shelter in the woods. Humans, brilliant at adapting, settled the plains and waterways.
Many years have passed since then. We have gotten stronger since then, but are we as knowledgeable as we were before the collapse? I do not know the answer, for we left all of the books in the ashes.
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