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Day 140
It is still not over.
For these past days I have gone from my little tent outside, to the side of a spit where there is a shallow indent, sitting under a small overhand, my robe hung from a pointed rock
as a poor curtain. It has donethe rick in allowing me to hide. I've not been able to get something to eat. Some meat of the wasps come floating here. However, eating some makes me sick.
Teurzg please end this soon. Whatever this is for, please let it come to its resolution. Maybe I will find some confort in writing about my people. Anything for a distraction.
The Aogos wished nothing die, so they did not allow it. All beasts that died before were born again.
Some as other beasts, others as people. Elves, dwarves, and qin were
building fires, eating, and praying.
At this time they were still the children of the gods. They became tired of praying to that which they did not understand.
So they grew an army. Teurzg would learn death in life carries with it a sense of purpose with great assertion.
And so the children fought the gods in their way, climbing the banal rain, but when they reached the Far Halled Chamber,
they discovered no entryway. They knew no magic that would allow them in. The Aogos had always been, it seems,
commited to this place like a body to a crypt. The stones of its walls would not move. There was only silence there.
The children returned to the land. So began the struggle of the balance in our lives. We hold in us
the glory of Teurzg, but the need for the materials around us, and the stars in our ocean. We are bound to our brilliance.
This is our conflict, our strength, and our peace.
And so we built our own chamber - the Far Maze. The Elhannai found their religion there. Like the Hall,
it was a place most inaccessible to gathering for purposes other than prayer. The passages were long and symmetric,
but always split in three branches, as we are split in three.
Prayer grew and grew. In the Isles we were never for want of food or prayer, and though we had conflict, we dealt with it in our own way.
We spent most of our time praying to our god praying. It is still a little like that.
Then one day the first boats arrived. We had boats ourselves of course, but small ones. Many simply swam to the nearby islands in those days.
On the boats were people we could not understand. A few wished to war with us. Inside the Far Maze, they had difficulty accessing us.
When they would tire, we would offer all visitors help. It was our way.
It is said that it is a miracle that there was never a war in this time. In every other culture we meet, we know of great war in this era.
Perhaps Zoaraeos would not allow it. Maybe it was their holy ocean protecting us.
It was our golden age, truly, and perhaps why Elhannai still carry a spirit of optimism in living, culture, and accepting guests.
This is how we grew to accept all who came to us, all new gods, all new morals. Peace, I dare say.
In the ages beyond, the strength this grew would be tested. But for this time we met the shine suggested by the words Holy Isles. We really did.
I wish I could be there. I wish I could be gone from here. Teurzg hear me.
It is still not over.
For these past days I have gone from my little tent outside, to the side of a spit where there is a shallow indent, sitting under a small overhand, my robe hung from a pointed rock
as a poor curtain. It has donethe rick in allowing me to hide. I've not been able to get something to eat. Some meat of the wasps come floating here. However, eating some makes me sick.
Teurzg please end this soon. Whatever this is for, please let it come to its resolution. Maybe I will find some confort in writing about my people. Anything for a distraction.
The Aogos wished nothing die, so they did not allow it. All beasts that died before were born again.
Some as other beasts, others as people. Elves, dwarves, and qin were
building fires, eating, and praying.
At this time they were still the children of the gods. They became tired of praying to that which they did not understand.
So they grew an army. Teurzg would learn death in life carries with it a sense of purpose with great assertion.
And so the children fought the gods in their way, climbing the banal rain, but when they reached the Far Halled Chamber,
they discovered no entryway. They knew no magic that would allow them in. The Aogos had always been, it seems,
commited to this place like a body to a crypt. The stones of its walls would not move. There was only silence there.
The children returned to the land. So began the struggle of the balance in our lives. We hold in us
the glory of Teurzg, but the need for the materials around us, and the stars in our ocean. We are bound to our brilliance.
This is our conflict, our strength, and our peace.
And so we built our own chamber - the Far Maze. The Elhannai found their religion there. Like the Hall,
it was a place most inaccessible to gathering for purposes other than prayer. The passages were long and symmetric,
but always split in three branches, as we are split in three.
Prayer grew and grew. In the Isles we were never for want of food or prayer, and though we had conflict, we dealt with it in our own way.
We spent most of our time praying to our god praying. It is still a little like that.
Then one day the first boats arrived. We had boats ourselves of course, but small ones. Many simply swam to the nearby islands in those days.
On the boats were people we could not understand. A few wished to war with us. Inside the Far Maze, they had difficulty accessing us.
When they would tire, we would offer all visitors help. It was our way.
It is said that it is a miracle that there was never a war in this time. In every other culture we meet, we know of great war in this era.
Perhaps Zoaraeos would not allow it. Maybe it was their holy ocean protecting us.
It was our golden age, truly, and perhaps why Elhannai still carry a spirit of optimism in living, culture, and accepting guests.
This is how we grew to accept all who came to us, all new gods, all new morals. Peace, I dare say.
In the ages beyond, the strength this grew would be tested. But for this time we met the shine suggested by the words Holy Isles. We really did.
I wish I could be there. I wish I could be gone from here. Teurzg hear me.