Ether

'The humans are dying. In a way, it’s their own fault. They reached too far. Dug too deep. They tried to claim the furthest reaches of the world, and in doing so, they found the ether.
What is the ether? That’s a good question. '

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2. Prologue

 

The humans are dying. In a way, it’s their own fault. They reached too far. Dug too deep. They tried to claim the furthest reaches of the world, and in doing so, they found the ether.

    What is the ether? That’s a good question. It depends on who you are. If you are a human... The endlessly greedy, selfish humans… then it is an energy source. It provides power. Light. It is a beacon. An undeniable symbol of human authority. But to us it is something much smaller and simpler, yet no less important.

    Who are we? That’s another good question. We are the reason the ether was there in the first place. We are the imprisoned. The ones locked away for the safety of all.

    We could have remained in our prison, dwelling in the between forever. But the humans were the cause. They stole the ether, the lock to our prison. And when the lock to a door is gone, sooner or later those behind the door will figure out how to open it. And so we did. And now we are free to run through the world.

    I cannot describe us, because I do not see through human eyes. I am not human. None of us are. That is all I can tell you.

    There is something you must understand. I am not evil. I am not a monster. And I am not here to kill you.

    You probably don’t believe me. You’ve seen what my kind have done to your world. What they have done to your people. I don’t blame you. But please, hear me out before you dismiss me. Because the reality of my place here is very different.

    You see, there are forces behind the gates of the ether. Forces that are strong and powerful. But these forces understand the order of the universe. They understand that this world is yours. They are not good, nor are they evil. They are fair. They understand the order. They will give your world back to you if you allow them. They will help you if you listen to what I say.

    Call me cunning if you would like. Call me a liar. I do not feel the way you humans do. I will not be insulted.

    Make no mistake though, just because I do not feel the same emotions that you do does not mean I do not feel at all. Never confuse that, or you will lose sight of who I am, and why I am here.

    Who am I? A question worth asking.

    You may call me the dreamer. And I am here to save you.

 

 

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