Trable

Historians and author's have often pondered what they could learn if the world they walked upon could speak. They wondered if it would flood the world with it's wisdom, causing philosophy and science to bloom. Or perhaps it would keep it's treasured thoughts buried deep, only relenting to the perseverant and crafty who would be richly rewarded. What would it find important and how would it tell it's story?   Perhaps it would begin in the Time of Eight when the great forces still walked the world. Would it speak highly of them? Trable might be one of the only beings in the world that need not speak of the eight in reverence and awe. Did it harbor a grudge against Kakrim for her shattering of the Blessed Isle? Was Sidiro a plunderer or a genius in its view, and did it consider the Crafted ones its children? What a strange family dynamic that must make for. Did it get along with Bindu? Was there any lingering pain from Tarviro's Bite? Perhaps the Eight would be described as old friends who hadn't visited in a while.   What things did it find memorable, and what was fleeting? Perhaps the war of Spokes would be too short to even register with Trable as an event worth remembering. Years must pass for it the same way cities of man saw days. Was Trable young? It seems a silly question, as its ancient to all those who ask. But it has not died, nor does it seem like it will soon. So how old will it be one day, and who will be around to ask then?   Does it care of the blood being spilled on its soils in the wars on Galgren? Why did it favor Lutrulta so much to bless it with an abundance of Aether?   But these scholars and poets have asked the wrong questions. Or at least they have not asked the most important ones. Perhaps it is because they would think that these questions have no answers. Perhaps it's because they fear that there are answers. What is coming? And was it afraid?