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Have you ever heard the tale of Icarus?
As the story goes, Icarus was told to escape from exile with his father, Daedalus, a great craftsman. The two had been exiled for helping the enemy of Minos, and in their escape, Daedalus created a pair of wings made of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus warned to fly mid-level; if he came to close to the water, the wings would fall apart from added weight. If he flew too high, the wax would be melted by the sun.
However, Icarus did not heed those warnings, becoming exhilarated with flight. In his excitement, he flew too close to the sun, and the wings fell apart, melted by the heat. He had tried to undo what could not be undone, flapping his arms about, trying to keep in the air. But the wings were gone, every last feather having disappeared to the sea below. He soon joined them, crashing into the water, drowning and meeting death. The boy had not heeded his father's warning, and so met with the Gods, Goddesses, and every man and woman who had been so foolish.
We are not the same as Icarus.
And yet, we are exact replicas.
Why? How is that possible, you ask? That is a very good question. However, I'm afraid that it cannot be answered simply. For you to know this answer, you must not only look at the human history... but also at our history.
You see, we are not human. We hadn't been human, at the beginning of our lives. At the beginning of time, we were but small spirits, our animal forms more prevalent than anything else. Spirits of the Elements. Salamanders took the form of small, inflamed foxes or lizards, their eyes as dark as their humor. Gnomes were small butterflies, sometimes a dragonfly, their unearthly shimmering dust trailing behind flapping wings vivid and enticing, glowing even in the darkness of the new moon. Sylphs appeared as small birds, usually white and puffy, their feathers rivaling the whitest of whites, becoming the very color of snow. Undines were fish, the scales luminous and quite telling of their kind, following the streams, happy to be in their own home.
But something, somewhere, changed.
Humans came along.
We were hunted for our power, murdered or kept as some sort of trophy.
So we had to change. Our bodies naturally morphed into something more, many of us taking form as some sort of fairy, or a simple insect, depending on our level of strength. Once more, we were safe. Humans hunted the wrong animals, and while Gnomes continued to sob, the rest of us paid no mind.
And we were discovered once more. Your lovely light bulbs? The first was created by crushing the body of a living Salamander. They were alive when those monsters killed them, grinding whatever tool they used into their body, spreading the flame colored dust along the glass, causing an ethereal glow. But none of you would know about that, would you? It was kept under wraps, you see. Not everybody could know about us. Whatever would the hunters do, then, if the public knew? They would rally to protect us or take your kill.
We couldn't have that, could we?
Once again, we were forced to change forms. This time, our smaller forms were not tolerated. Slowly, painfully slow, in fact, we began to morph into one of you. Fingers, toes, hair. Smooth flesh, glittering eyes. We looked much like you, so when you saw us, you simply moved on. Finally, we had begun to believe we'd been forgotten, continuing to thrive in the forests, keeping far away from the cities as they grew and grew.
But you see... you destroyed our home. You were not only pushing out the animals of the forests, but us, as well. As Saol was being built, we Elementals were forced to move further and further away to escape the din of the city, to escape the risk of being captured all over again.
And it was ruined by one Solomon Moores. This man discovered us, found the small camps that we took comfort in, took shelter in during storms. Some of us were captured, some of us were killed. The rest of us were forced to leave the forest, make room for the city to grow.
We refused.
Eventually, our ancestors gave up, moving to the city, strangers in a new world. Some adjusted, others died within weeks. Some of us were sold to the highest bidders, victims of a twisted tale of 'human' trafficking.
When the general public found out about this, there was a massive uproar. They demanded release of these special creatures, protesting on every street corner. Owners of an Elemental were attacked viciously, and while we thanked them for their trying to protect us, we are not advocates of senseless violence. And we told them this.
And still, they fought.
They took a proposal to the court.
They tried to pass a bill.
They won.
Elementals were freed, and the murder, rape, and other crimes were deemed illegal and immoral. We were permitted to live in the forests once more, and the city halted its construction, keeping the safe trees off limits to most humans. Some Elementals, however, stayed in the city, too accustomed to the fast paced, exciting lifestyle. Others fled as soon as they were given the chance. And I do not blame them.
This is where our story begins. Where one tale ends, another takes its place, and so it will be for the remainder of eternity.
There are heroes. There are enemies. There are tears shed, pasts better left in the shadows.
But in the shadows hides a foe that no man in the current world expects.
So, I suppose I should tell you my name, should I not?
My name... my name is Glen Lesedi. This story... this story is not my own. This is a tale I have been told many times, beginning from my father, retold from many points of views throughout history. These people gave their lives, gave their hearts, their souls, their... everything for what they believed, or against what was threatening them. And so their tale shall be retold again and again, for centuries to come, I am certain. There is only one last thing I have to say before I tell you this story...
As the story goes, Icarus was told to escape from exile with his father, Daedalus, a great craftsman. The two had been exiled for helping the enemy of Minos, and in their escape, Daedalus created a pair of wings made of wax and feathers for himself and his son. Daedalus warned to fly mid-level; if he came to close to the water, the wings would fall apart from added weight. If he flew too high, the wax would be melted by the sun.
However, Icarus did not heed those warnings, becoming exhilarated with flight. In his excitement, he flew too close to the sun, and the wings fell apart, melted by the heat. He had tried to undo what could not be undone, flapping his arms about, trying to keep in the air. But the wings were gone, every last feather having disappeared to the sea below. He soon joined them, crashing into the water, drowning and meeting death. The boy had not heeded his father's warning, and so met with the Gods, Goddesses, and every man and woman who had been so foolish.
We are not the same as Icarus.
And yet, we are exact replicas.
Why? How is that possible, you ask? That is a very good question. However, I'm afraid that it cannot be answered simply. For you to know this answer, you must not only look at the human history... but also at our history.
You see, we are not human. We hadn't been human, at the beginning of our lives. At the beginning of time, we were but small spirits, our animal forms more prevalent than anything else. Spirits of the Elements. Salamanders took the form of small, inflamed foxes or lizards, their eyes as dark as their humor. Gnomes were small butterflies, sometimes a dragonfly, their unearthly shimmering dust trailing behind flapping wings vivid and enticing, glowing even in the darkness of the new moon. Sylphs appeared as small birds, usually white and puffy, their feathers rivaling the whitest of whites, becoming the very color of snow. Undines were fish, the scales luminous and quite telling of their kind, following the streams, happy to be in their own home.
But something, somewhere, changed.
Humans came along.
We were hunted for our power, murdered or kept as some sort of trophy.
So we had to change. Our bodies naturally morphed into something more, many of us taking form as some sort of fairy, or a simple insect, depending on our level of strength. Once more, we were safe. Humans hunted the wrong animals, and while Gnomes continued to sob, the rest of us paid no mind.
And we were discovered once more. Your lovely light bulbs? The first was created by crushing the body of a living Salamander. They were alive when those monsters killed them, grinding whatever tool they used into their body, spreading the flame colored dust along the glass, causing an ethereal glow. But none of you would know about that, would you? It was kept under wraps, you see. Not everybody could know about us. Whatever would the hunters do, then, if the public knew? They would rally to protect us or take your kill.
We couldn't have that, could we?
Once again, we were forced to change forms. This time, our smaller forms were not tolerated. Slowly, painfully slow, in fact, we began to morph into one of you. Fingers, toes, hair. Smooth flesh, glittering eyes. We looked much like you, so when you saw us, you simply moved on. Finally, we had begun to believe we'd been forgotten, continuing to thrive in the forests, keeping far away from the cities as they grew and grew.
But you see... you destroyed our home. You were not only pushing out the animals of the forests, but us, as well. As Saol was being built, we Elementals were forced to move further and further away to escape the din of the city, to escape the risk of being captured all over again.
And it was ruined by one Solomon Moores. This man discovered us, found the small camps that we took comfort in, took shelter in during storms. Some of us were captured, some of us were killed. The rest of us were forced to leave the forest, make room for the city to grow.
We refused.
Eventually, our ancestors gave up, moving to the city, strangers in a new world. Some adjusted, others died within weeks. Some of us were sold to the highest bidders, victims of a twisted tale of 'human' trafficking.
When the general public found out about this, there was a massive uproar. They demanded release of these special creatures, protesting on every street corner. Owners of an Elemental were attacked viciously, and while we thanked them for their trying to protect us, we are not advocates of senseless violence. And we told them this.
And still, they fought.
They took a proposal to the court.
They tried to pass a bill.
They won.
Elementals were freed, and the murder, rape, and other crimes were deemed illegal and immoral. We were permitted to live in the forests once more, and the city halted its construction, keeping the safe trees off limits to most humans. Some Elementals, however, stayed in the city, too accustomed to the fast paced, exciting lifestyle. Others fled as soon as they were given the chance. And I do not blame them.
This is where our story begins. Where one tale ends, another takes its place, and so it will be for the remainder of eternity.
There are heroes. There are enemies. There are tears shed, pasts better left in the shadows.
But in the shadows hides a foe that no man in the current world expects.
So, I suppose I should tell you my name, should I not?
My name... my name is Glen Lesedi. This story... this story is not my own. This is a tale I have been told many times, beginning from my father, retold from many points of views throughout history. These people gave their lives, gave their hearts, their souls, their... everything for what they believed, or against what was threatening them. And so their tale shall be retold again and again, for centuries to come, I am certain. There is only one last thing I have to say before I tell you this story...
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