(Drawing number 1)
As the dust settled and first signs of light began to approach, it had hit me at just how far I traveled to come back to what used to be. I remember this place as if it were yesterday, its beauty was matched only by that of the world most of us had taken an oath to protect. But, even then there was descention among the highest of watchers. What were we thinking? Letting their lies wash over us as truth...filling us with thoughts of betrayal from those we knew would never turn their backs on us.
(Drawing number 2)
As the shadow that encompassed the dark half of this place retreated from the light, an image before me cuts into me like a high yield "Plasma Lancer". The images of those screaming, and pushing others out of their way, running for their very lives....the sound of Caster blasts ringing out in the streets. Women, children...men TOO cowardly to take up arms and fight back...falling one after another. Why were we doing it? What made it seem so right to us?!? Did these people really mean to betray us? Were they really planning to step foot unto a place we were told to only protect? WHO had given the order to fire...who had given us the order to slay them where they stood? No armor, no weapons, no means to putting so much as a struggle....this was an order for genocide. And like blind mice we followed those orders.
(Drawing number 3)
The end result is the dead city that lay before me, just like the rest of this place. Silence...nothing but silence lives here now. No one has set foot back here since it happened...or maybe no one wants to come back? The time is coming where this place will have to see life once more. Over four billion years has since past, yet I still sense a presence here within its tattered structures. Something within me, hears a calling. Something....no...someone so familiar that even now stirs emotion inside me. Could she have survived the "cleansing"? I never thought about it till it was nearly over....though I can still remember shuttle after shuttle escaping the conflict.
If she had survived, then maybe it was her that made this place so marvelous...and now this city will be needed again. Though time has passed, the war still wages, and I fear that it will soon find its way here. To the place we swore to protect...the place that we failed...that I failed, but no longer. One "High-Guard" will keep that oath...now I must face my worst fears...those who I once served.
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Bless me indeed
Open wide my horizons to share your name
Bless me indeed
Let your hand keep me
from harm and pain