The Few

For as long as I can remember we have always been many. A large group of individuals who all had a part to play and knew their place. A well oiled machine in need of no maintenance. I have always admired that about us. Our many, our machine has always been the only thing I had ever known. Until our many turned to our few. All hope, all sense of life and survival was lost. Without our many, the few of us that remained did not know how to survive. And we would not have.. If I had not stepped up. My name is Mirha, and I am the keeper of the few.