A Martyr for the Cui'chd
Our story has little, but lasted longer than recorded history. We are few, compared to The Ancients. To them we are but insects being crushed below their feet. The Ancients created us to be their slaves, They Engineered us to work. The Ancients give us no name, but they gave us knowledge of language. Those who have escaped their enslavement, found a name for us. We are the Cui’chd or “Together” in an old language. We are not allowed to learn of the history of Qwori. Qwori is the capital of the Ancient Empire on the island of Mogau. The Ancients are not aware of our brethren whom have escaped. Ancients believe the escaped slaves are slaughtered by an cantankerous Ancients. If we do not work fast, the Ancients will slaughter thousands of our people for treason. Those thugs would wipe us out just for the fun of it. I am am enslaved to work and tend to the Library. There is little to no help I can provide for the Cui’chd
A hush is spread across every ancient within the area. They look as if they could strangle me until they heard a pop. They looked upon me as if I was the disgusting maggot carrying the plague.
Starting to step towards the door of the library designated for Laws and Rules I resume the character of an obedient slave to avoid attention. As I step out of their threatening view, there was a distinct laughter, With a quick glance around I see nothing but endless rows of books. As the laughter stops there’s a sudden thrashing from the hall behind. Stepping towards the door to see all the ancients but; disappeared in the blink of an eye. The doors slams shut as a black energy fills the room. Obtaining consciousness, there is a shock spreading through my body, I feel as if some entity has passed through me. I open my eyes to see that I am in the restricted area of the library. The Ancients try to keep this place under tight lock and key.
Looking around the uncomfortable small library, the tomes began to glow and as if they have a ethereal voice whispering coming from them. Once you acknowledge the sound, the room is silent. Half of the library is dedicated to a single stone pedestal. as if it was the magnum opus. The book persits to get louder and louder, drawing me ever closer. I start moving autonomously, without thought or control grabbing it. As I keep my grasp on the bindings they begin to heat up. Unable to let go, my sight is suddenly flooded by flames. Falling to my knees, I look upon bindings, I lift my gaze to see words shifting and changing. As if it adjusted its appearance based on whomever is holding the book. Opening the large cover, shows that the it is written with a burnt in lettering. My sight is suddenly flooded by flames. Falling to my knees, With a sudden glance up I feel as if I am abruptly awaking to be standing in an empty room, once full of Ancients, but now quiet. This is right next to the plaza, it is a risky plan, it might be empty or it might be crowded and no way to tell unless I go through. The burns on my hands quickly disappears, yet still feeling the sweltering heat. Little to see the book remained with me when I somehow moved instantly between rooms.
I knew I had to get out of the city. The best thing I could think of was to run and escape, I would have to join the others in hiding. I ran for the door that led to the inner district. Immediately greeted by a crowd of towering figures. To no surprise of my own, it was the Ancients. My heart begins to race. I panic as they move quickly towards me. I open this Atlas of power. I know I have to read the words aloud, “Klaatu Varada Nikto.” Not much happened at first. They were on my throat when a monstrous meteorite...
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