As promised folk….The Book (Working Title: The Patchwork Warriors). To aid continuity, I’m recording these as if they were issues of comics; thus ‘Issue #1’ contains a Prologue and Commentary, setting the scene. Here we go then…..
They were lost to the World Physical; The Lord God’s Jewel and thus in common with many things became legends, foundations for sayings or arguments for one point or another. For once anyone is seized by History they no longer have any say in their subsequent identities.
Some would have argued since they were all dead it did no matter one jot.
Others contended there was no particular evidence for that status, but they only voiced these thoughts in whispers; speaking such sentiments out loud would at best call question on your sanity, at worse draw your identity to the attention of those charged with maintaining the stability of the realm.
And those so charged would argue, with some justification that stability had been hard fought for. They would say the age of these legends had been one of dangerous foolhardiness. In those days too many had thought they controlled forces which had no business being in the World Physical; The Lord God’s Jewel. They would maintain it had been a time of too much superficiality about the handling of crises and portents. There had been too much tolerance. Even if there had been warnings a’ plenty for far earlier times, but no one had learnt the lessons. In The Age of Conceits.
All this they would say had led to The Age of Retributions; the times when the very existence of Humanity had once more been in doubt. Not just because of the dreadful angers of Nature’s weathers, but from creatures. Creatures of many shapes and diverse cunnings, some native to that blight, others once Humanity contorted by its influence. But it was preached, by faith diligent, courage forbearance and casting off these blighted forces survival had been earned; with no help from any legendary figures, it was said.
Thus the aftermath of The Age of Retributions was proclaimed The Age of Remorse, in which people were now taught ever to be mindful of the path which had nearly led to destruction. They were warned there would be no thinking of legendary figures with fond regard, there would no be wallowing in nostalgia for a time of folly. There would be no, talk of the vague, treacherous and unnatural blight, The Ethereal, now known as The Stommigheid. Taken from an ancient northern coastal tongue it translates into Foolishness, a suitable description the authorities thought, with enough of the ominous into its pronunciation to yet again remind folk that the legends had been based on irresponsible and careless folk.
This was thus how matters should have been in this Age of Remorse.
Save for the constant, which is there are always those who will use any means to gain power or advantage; some out of ignorance, others being gamblers, some calculators and always those of twisted perspectives.
Which brought about the unfortunate comedy of those responsible for the maintenance of the Empire had to make exceptions to rules by using whatever means they could, believing in the adage I Know Best.
While in amongst all this convolution were those who romanced with The Past. Those who yearned for a brighter future having believed they had learnt lessons from past mistakes.
In short these rules, laws and conventions only worked for those who had no knowledge of, or wished to be involved with The Ethereal in the first place
A few very quiet and wise commentators would shake their heads and draw the conclusion that in truth nothing in all of Humanity’s long and turbulent history had really changed. The only question being, had Humanity finally run out of Last Chances?
Had the barriers between the realms finally become so fragile? Would there finally be the often predicted rupture allowing the true agents of annihilation to have their sport?
Meanwhile even fewer thought about those who did not intend to become caught up in events anyway.
The kind whose natures gave them no say in the matter.
Yeah, well that’s one way of looking at it I suppose. I had the benefit of being there. The that Age of Retributions. Right at the centre of it all, as it happened, so things appear a little bit different to me. But there again time goes on and folk settle events in ways and means which they find more comfortable, so I shouldn’t really judge them. After all they’ve been the ones who survived all that and still kept the old Oakhostian running. So, good for them.
Now I won’t be giving you my name, nor will I pop up in the tale with quips, quotes or observations. My time on the stage is over and I’m very happy to say so. My role here is to give you a sort of outline, an opinion on how histories can be made.
Ours was a bit frantic and loud, if you like. They’ve made a lot of us out to be heroes, important, or grand villains and maybe they have some sort of point, on account of us not having the good sense to get out of the way, nor keep our mouths shut. You’ll read something about us and those journals our antics were recorded in. Have to tell you, it wasn’t all fun and frolics like those books told it. Why they were written that way I couldn’t tell you, me being classified as dead at the time.
You should know though, histories don’t always work out with Heroes or Grand Villains from start to finish, always in constant conflict while lots of little folk run about the place trying to keep up with the Big Folk, or trying not to get stepped on.
Sometimes it all starts off with accidents and maybe small folk getting caught up, then trying to do the best they can. Maybe there are some who knows what going on, but since they are way down the chain of authority they are only doing the routine work, to begin with. Then you get The Chancers, the ones who are hoping for the quick way up the mountain of Success, mix them with those looking only to make coin anywhere anyhow and of course the obligatory idiots who think they have stumbled on the secrets or forbidden knowledge and you have a poisonous problem.
All of this can fester along on its own odd little way before it comes to the attention of those who reckon themselves powerful and in authority, which means you have a bit of a crisis and they have to play catch up.
This tale started in a sort similar style. Ordinary folk becoming not so ordinary up against a bunch of Chancers, while in the background those with responsibility began to make their moves hoping to keep out those with authority but also the ability to make a complete mess out if. A slow start, on the Heroic scale if you know what I mean. Some of it was even funny.
Naturally, nothing went according to anyone’s plans.