The Story of Vegala

Chapter Three: As The Lights Go Out

This feeling locked in tattered spirits...
Has such a turmoil ever been felt before?

Overt awareness to the galaxy became the forefront of Tyrant, like he could see every single deception. And all it took was being scorned by powers above his own. He knew this could not last, the people needed to know the truth. He grabs his cloak and marches out of his recluse.

He belonged to the crimson colony, among several more. These tribes are beholders of great power, to which their existence rests on one day becoming a god, taking charge of a new birth planet after the last was to perish. It was on the day of Vegala Infinity the people were to be told of unspoken gospels hailed from new perspectives.

But alas, while Tyrant's prestige and strong will kept grounded and persistent... The crimson colony would howl and chortle at his heeded warnings, laughter filled and erupted as it surrounded Tyrant, drowning him in a roaring sea of tragedy.

The tribe was not ready to hear his truth, and with this failed attempt he drags his heels back home, locking himself inside. He had kept his bravado intact throughout the tribe for as long as he truly lived, and his one and only chance to put down the vail once the show begins was met with shame. Failure filled in his mind, scars opening and a deep bludgeoning of anxiety pierces his heart...

His lights went out...
And thus he slumbers...