the water is cold today when i bury myself inside it's belly. down below i see the small mud huts of the griffies. slowly i wade through the freezing water to the deep green plant infested waters. a griffy wades out to help me inside.
looking down upon entry i notice that the ground is glowing gold with small bubbles protruding through it.
"it's our heater," a griffy giggles. suddenly another griffy emerges from a tunnel installed in the ground.
"the princess!" the griffy exclaims in excitement. i can't help the smile cross my lips.
"i needed to talk to you all again about the outsiders," i ask. "please."
the room goes quiet and the creatures go white.
"there's nothing to trouble your pretty head about, i'm sure they are far from us now," says one griffy. the voice is higher pitched and i assume they must be female. my guess is confirmed with another griffy coins her mother.
"the outsiders are the ones that created us," one hisses.
"the outsiders are the ones coming to kill us," another states.
"the outsiders don't kill. the outsiders have other plans," another says in a greedy hollow voice.
"the outsiders do not have a physical form that we can discern," another says.
"they cannot be defeated," another says.
"we must keep the gate safe," another goes on. there's some sort of frenzy the creatures have begun. it's almost like they don't know what exactly is out there to get us so how do they know it's different from humans and alasians all together?
"who told you of the outsiders?" i close my eyes as i raise my voice. i hear the silence rise.
"the maker," the voice is old and raspy ,"although the maker came many centuries ago to us," he continues.
"and are the accounts written somewhere?" i can hear my heartbeat in my eardrums.
"our history lives in our tunnels underneath our lands," he snarls. "only the most sacred may enter the tomb."
"so why did the creatures destroy the other alasians history?" i ask. there is a cold icy chuckle that rebounds around me.
"history is culture. burn a culture and you burn their essence," the words are the coldest i've heard yet and nothing the glowing yellow floor can fix.
"does each of the creatures have a history?" i ask before i can stop myself.
"everyone has a version of alasia's history," the words sound as icy as the last.
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the game
General FictionBOOK 2 WARNING: VIOLENCE/DARK THEMES/GORE/DEATH All of us come face to face with death in our lifetimes. Betrayal, lying, and the vulnerability of choosing our dreams over what others want from us. We never fit the plan, and that is what this book i...
