Albonium

Volume VI - The New Isle

Book XII - The Effects of Martyrs

I - Manual

The goblin named Grish went back to his confinement, a gray concrete cell, of around a square six meters, comfortable, yet always in the threat of being less by the effects of tax, which sometimes forced a demolition, and a smaller rebuilding, and so he was always forced to be cautious and insecure, yet the constant danger became a comfort as things slowly became smaller, and so Man forced upon the Fell the effects of his greed, and the Orc became peasants that were unvengeful, who lacked a sense of inferiority, and felt not a dream that they could overthrow the merchant, the bourgeoisie, and the noble who took the fruits of their labor, and gave them tax, which served only for them to continue to work. Thus Grish recognized two poles, which were the Roman hands which gave them food and shelter, and enslaved them, and the invisible enemies which they heard of in the press and in the papers, the insurgent Fell, and the Elven, which had to be opposed, because if they were, the Orc-goblin was rewarded, and the Roman hand seemed to be the only one he could see. And as Polonius's face was put on posters, telling the remaining Fell how the Elven could only be defeated if they worked harder, and his bust was put everywhere, he who lived on one side of a wall could only see the perspective of that side, and that side was covered in a sickly shadow, or a blinding light.

Yet, Grish put the manuscript in front of him. He read it again. It said, An Appeal, to the Remaining Fell.

He read it, not writing anything. What was this? Clearly it was a work of the Fellic Insurgencies he had heard of, and that he had seen, when Orc-goblins, crazed-looking and starved admitted in the middle of the local square, in the direction of Babeltica, that they had tried to pray to the dark spirit, Tharizdun, and draw upon demons, or that they were in cooperation with Mageor, the Fellic bogeyman, and a dangerous human criminal.

Yet here, something emerged within him, which was that of a collective order, and a dream of hope that was within him, and so he saw, for a brief moment the coming of a third pole, himself and the rest of the Fell, and this manifesto was their creed, and it gave them their sovereignty, and he began to question about the tyranny of Lucius and Gnaeus.

What drove him? The Orc was not of sin, nor of virtue, unlike Man. He had no dreams for a better life, and had no moral ideology, and no symptoms of culture, which then created the state, and the inequality of Mankind, where then pride made one better than others, and greed made one try to become greater. Rather, it was because that the order of the Romans had seemed weak for a moment at the burning of Babeltica, when he saw the blue fire once of Cathulk-Kas, and then had an eye closed and an eye opened, and noticed how his cell was slowly becoming smaller and smaller, until it seemed suffocating, and how there seemed to be less and less Orc-goblins each day, for there seemed to be less Orc-goblin children, and although Rome tried to cover with statistics which were given, the Orc, like any other animal, cared for the bare necessities of his stomach first and foremost and not for any kind of virtue, and if the past could be rewritten, the present could not be, for Rome was his supplier of goods, and the goods became bare.

Thus, briefly Rome stopped becoming a friendly captor who was a shield against all the evils outside that could mislead him, and seemed to be a choking hand that strangled him, as if Orc women were taking away and so Orcs were bred out, and so Grish opened the manual, and realized a new world of newly closed and opened eyes, and he read as if he bought a new pen and wrote the words on the page.

II - The Appeal

He read what was given to him.

It started with an introduction, which became a dialogue:

Volume I - Truth

Once, I, great philosopher Socrates, a wanderer, came to a forum. I met with my friend Cephalus within, and we talked of politics, and of justice, and yet when we approached the subject of truth, he swayed away and made truth a tool to achieve justice or another ideal, justice which was to benefit the governed, or the sick, or the governing, and so truth became revealed, and was seen fickle and indeterminant.