Giant armored spiders and tiny little-legged treaders ran for their lives from the Grottan caves.
They, the Ascendancy, had lost. Their blood boiled to think of the weak gefling who would soon completly infest their home caves.
Some already did. One Silk Spinner came upon a ruined Gelfing as as they escaped.
But this spinner was different from the others. They did not view the gelfings as just their enemy, but fellow beings of Thra. Any lost to Thra hurt them.
To pay respects, they halted their escape and came closer to the hut.
And then, despite the explosion and screams around them, they heard the music of a baby's laughter.
Although all life in Thra played a different song, all babies played the same. For all babies were innocent.
Crawling closer into the hut, blackened by fire and roof caved in, The Spinner found a little basket.
Peaking inside, they saw a green-hued gelfing baby, eyes dark and big.
It reached out towards the spinner.
Nearby sat the remains of two adult gelfings.
Picking the baby up with one of its legs, the Spinner quickly weaved a little bag for a babe, cushioning it with a webby pillow, placing the carrier and child on its back, the Spinner slowly made its way out of the rubble of war, out into the future.
It was a dark future for the Arathim. But the Baby's laugh shone a light.
And somewhere, deep in the crystal castle, something cracked.
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I am the Ascendancy
RomanceAt the end of the Arathim wars, a gelfing babe was orphaned and taken by the hive mind. Years later, as the Arathim side with the skekis to gain back their caves, not all of the Ascendancy are in agreement. But Cavra doesn't care about the skekis, g...
