We weren’t there at the very beginning and we were never sure of the reasons for the war we were born to observe. Our sole purpose. There were many of us, but now there is only me… well us.
Who is us? We are the product created by the combined powers of the ‘creators’. The powers we were given caused our minds to spilt. The two powers were at opposite ends of the spectrum, some of us went mad with the conflicting personalities. Our creators became our destroyers, our numbers diminished little by little each passing day. It was a price forced upon us that we never chose.
Our purpose? We were the mediators between the opposing forces. Endless expanses of differently built creatures forever clashing in the name of their creators’. We had to make sure that the numbers and powers were balanced between the two factions. If they weren’t we had to ‘even out the numbers’ by whatever means necessary.
There was no imagination in the original creations bought to life, the only apparent difference was the wing designs… and their powers obviously. They walked on two legs much like we do and fought the other with the powers we were gifted with. If there was difference in gender it wasn’t very apparent. Very dreary, very simple, very uninteresting. When the next round of creations were made they were very much the same, save for some variation in physique. For me as a lighter personality it was just bearable to watch, the ‘other’ found it all very amusing. Well from our shared dreams I think she did…
Gradually the creatures showed signs of intelligence, these creations and the ones that followed began to question their purpose. When they came to us for answers we could not give them. Our kind existed to observe and balance not question. I felt sad for the dying creatures that approached us begging for help. One of our brethren could not take the suffering any longer and went to ask for a reason to this eternal curse. In answer our few number were gathered by the ‘dark’ creator at the south of the planet. The individual was brought to the front of the group. The dark being tied their hands to their body and a dark band was placed around his head. Horror filled our being as I watched a wisp of black fire caught the bottom of his robe. All of us were forced to stand and watch as the fire licked its way up his body. He began begging for forgiveness, liquid seeped from his eyes as he pleaded with the black creator. His pleads for life quickly turned to screams of agony as the fire consumed him. The cries still haunt me in my rest periods, I don’t know how my opposite reacted to the execution since I was the one to watch.
When he was finally no more the dark spoke with their low gravelly tone, “The punishment for any who question our actions will suffer a similar fate. Let this be a warning to you all.”
From then on we watched on, never daring to talk to the creations. Those of us who formed attachments hid them. I tried my best to not feel for the changing creatures but, it was hopeless. All I could do was put a mask on and watch the endless carnage.
There came a time where some of the survivors did approach their creators to ask for a reason. They were never heard from again. The next thing I remember is being ordered to destroy all the other beings. I did not take part in that battle but, I do dream of agonised faces as blades of darkness cut them down. I would like to think that the feeling of joy that surged through me as each life is ended was all in my imagination…
With the eradication of the ‘old’ beings new ones were made. The new ones moved closer to the ground and had no true communication. Some were huge and could breathe gouts of flames down upon the others. These battles were harder to control and keep even due to the nature of the newer beings. Most of the time I kept our eyes averted to the ground, wincing at the sounds of ripping and tearing mixed with dying cries. From then on I do not remember a huge amount, from this and the dreams I can only guess that my other half had control for most of it.
The next time I woke the ground was nothing more than a large black and white smear scattered with decomposing corpses. The stink from the decaying husks of flesh was enough to make me double over dry retching. Glancing around I caught glimpses of others, grim looks fixed on their faces. On the horizon I could see the next wave approaching from either side of the field. Once again the wave was different, mixed in were strange beings that appeared to be a mash of two creatures. Some could even change their shape into a completely different one. The war raged on and rest periods passed. My admiration and sadness rose and fell, every clash was the same. Meaningless and bloody. One day I woke and found our surroundings to be different. Our hands were bound and the world around me was black. The area around me stank of freshly dug dirt. Soon we were dragged out of our holding place. Scanning our surroundings I found dome like structures, in the centre of the ring the rest of my kind were gathered. My eyes immediately trained on the bands wrapping their wrists behind their backs. I stopped at the back of the closest one and peered over their shoulder at the light haired male that was approaching from behind a dome. Behind him his white wings unfurled and extended, I shrunk back under his cold gaze.
He was their leader, they planned to put a stop to the creators and that we were going to help them whether we liked it or not. We, my kind, all agreed instantly wanting and dreaming for an end, to these battles more than they would ever know. They planned to use our combined power with some symbols they had designed to trap the creators at either poles of the planet. We were released and split into two groups. The one we were put into were responsible for trapping the ‘light’ being. We travelled over many rest periods to the land mass at the northern end of the globe. The ground of the land was cold and covered in a crunchy, white substance. Our bare feet quickly grew numb from walking over the white vast land, strange drooping structures hung limp over our heads as we advanced up the path. Bone chilling gusts blew through our loose robes, most of us cried out with surprise. The looming structures were shaken free of their white covers, revealing green ovals attached to stiff thick brown sticks. I stopped and marvelled at the odd assembly of colour, it was alien to us. Continuing we trudged up the path, as we climbed slowly began to get warmer and the wind stopped howling. At the end of the walkway we were confronted with the ‘light’ creator, there were no words exchanged between us and them. We barely had time to react when bolts of burning light were fired from their fingertips. The older creatures countered with their own light while we started digging the symbols we were shown into the ground.
When the symbols were complete encircling the creator, they began to glow and an odd sensation spread through us. It was like our very soul was being sucked out through the palms of our hands. The creator yelled and began targeting our kind while we knelt helpless in the dirt. Everything appeared to be moving in slow motion as our brethren were disintegrated. I stared up at the monstrous being as it finally levelled its gaze in my direction. Our eyes closed in anticipation for the end. But nothing came. Our eyes crept open and we looked up, the creator had been turned to stone along with the symbol that our hands rested upon. We attempted to stand, only to fall back to the ground. Blackness overtook our vision and everything went silent.
When we next woke we were greeted with praise and thanks from the older beings. I was sad to find that I was the only one to survive the skirmish of the monsters. Heavy hearted we journeyed back to the blood stained fields, to begin the hard task of bringing peace.
The wars ended and harmony spreading throughout the world, green shoots began sprout. Groups banded together to build a new way of life, free from violence. The younger generations looked to the elders for guidance and security. The elder beings decided upon a name for their new world; Unitas.
The beings only continued to evolve as the landscape changed. Young ones were soon born and the past battles were gradually forgotten. The pure ones took their leave, choosing to live as guards at the poles. Hot and cold times came in patches, we thought this was due to the shift in souls as creatures died but we were not sure.
Time passed in the blink of an eye and I came to realise that we were not needed. The balance was now correcting itself and we had no purpose. The council at the time suggested a type of hibernation. Special symbols were carved into a primitive case. The twisted markings would put us into a deep sleep and we would waken when we were needed again.
The thought of never waking fazed me a little but, the idea of having no purpose or place worried me more.
I don’t know how much time passed. In our time unconscious memories surfaced and receded, some I had experienced personally while others came from the ‘other’ consciousness.
Our first wakening was not pleasant. Arcs of energy surged through our body jerking it and one of us into awareness. The landscape had changed, vast fields of greenery like I had never seen stretched on and on. The air no longer stank of stale rotting corpses, for the first time I took a breath without suffocating. Elated I clambered from my box, wanting to see the new world. Stumbling I climbed a rise. At the top I found myself confused, the scent of freshly turned ground rose to meet me as I stared down at multiple brown mounds. On top of each pile was a flat piece of stone. I approached them cautiously, a bad feeling sinking into my soul. Each stone had odd shapes carved into their surface. Sounds of movement caught my attention, swivelling around I found myself studying a species I had not seen before. They shrieked at me across the field, their words making little sense. When I didn’t move they began to advance toward me, still shrieking. Slowly the shrieks twisted in my mind, forming words that I could understand. Startled by the sudden clarity of speech I stepped back, falling onto the mound beneath my feet. It stood over me and continued to yell, even as I scrambled to stand.
Eventually I managed to communicate with the creature and found out that what I was standing amongst was buried corpses. With this in mind I instructed them to take me to their council. Yellowing patches of green itched my feet as I followed the wary creature back to its settlement. The structures that greeted me upon arrival were much different from the mud domes from when I went to sleep. They were much more rigid and were composed of stone and sticks. Some of the creatures that stared out from the protection were familiar while others were not.
From the meeting I was given a guide and was told to travel to where the ‘rulers’ resided. The guide was but a mere boy from the Caninus clan. We travelled in silence for the most part. In this time I was able to study the beauty of the tall dark brown and green plants that lined the road. Flying, multi-coloured creatures moved swiftly amongst the tops. Their calls and songs echoed around my mind. The world had truly changed in my absence.
Two rest periods later we were standing before opposing walls of wood and stone. I was ushered inside the walls and the boy was sent back home. I was escorted past many structures of different sizes and shapes. I was shown into a room in the largest dwelling. It was here that I was informed that the clans were at war. Another battle, another night mare.
The world had moved on from trading to use of a primitive exchange of shiny pebbles. We slept in our casket so the need for the decorations was virtually non-existent… although small amounts did seem to accumulate inside with us when I wasn’t in control. I chose to ignore the shared memories of the other. But I have a fair idea how the stones were collected.
I wish the next time that I could find out what it means to have proper ties to people and not be needed for just destruction…