Thousands of years ago, mankind was the largest and most powerful empire in the entire world of Mytheloeria. Wealth and prosperity spread across the whole territory until mankind’s own thirst for power and riches sealed its fate. Each human became a greedy, arrogant being. According to every other species that lived in this world, we were nothing but selfish maggots. Every human, whether good or bad, poor or rich, just or guilty, was considered a monster good for nothing but being killed or worse...

Humans have been chased, hunted, and despised for centuries. Even though so much time has passed, this trend doesn't seem to end. There is no true safe place on Mytheloeria anymore. Even the Alergorian clan, my family, my people, who dedicated their whole lives to peace and harmony, have been hunted down and annihilated.

It didn't matter that they were harmless innocents, that they dreamed of prosperity and peace, that they were humble and honest people who rejected power and riches to seek knowledge and truth. They were chased down like beasts, and now I’m the only one still breathing.

Ten years ago, my clan, the last human kingdom still alive, ceased to exist. I was alone in a world where human beings were considered monsters, hateful and selfish creatures. Yet, I refused to abandon hope. I was not brave; I just refused to accept that fate.

Believe me, when you lose everything but you're still alive, you have just two choices. It's not a matter of strength or heroism; it's just a choice. YOUR CHOICE. And my choice led me to discover one small but important thing.

Everyone
was
wrong.

I found the truth, buried under the weight of a mountain, forgotten for millennia. I found the answers, kept in the archives of a gestalt artificial mind. I found the purpose by revealing the true secret behind our species. I awakened the sleeping oracle that revealed to me what mankind truly was, what mankind’s path was, is, and will be.

We were the architects of destiny, the stouthearted travelers of the stars, the seekers of knowledge. We were the firstborn flawless civilization. Upon these truths, I made my vow in the name of my ancestors, on the spilled innocent blood of mankind.
I promised: Mankind would rise again.

The laughing, hateful gods who made this ruthless world forget us, the same immortal beings who thought themselves the mighty and powerful rulers of this world, of this merciless and harsh planet; they will remember us again. They will see us rise like the sun of a new dawn. This day will mark the birth of a new era, an unavoidable day to come, inescapable like the endless power of the stars, which laugh at these so-called "gods."

And as this new dawn rises, even Mankind
will
rise
again.

-Democrito Corghean- 🟩⬜🟦
-From the work-in-progress saga: "Mytheloeria tales" -