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Of Pain, Persecution, and Promise
Chapter 00
We never saw it coming, not really. Sure it was inevitable; a simple track of human history would have alerted us to that fact. We thought we were safe. We thought we were hidden. We thought as long as we remained peaceful nothing would come of a discovery.
You found out, you that call yourself humans. You found a way to discover what we are. The vampires. The Fae. The witches. The werewolves. All of us. You found us and nothing was safe, may never be safe again. We didn’t know. Couldn’t know.
Historians thought the witch trials and burnings were bad. They were wrong. This, this took everything that anyone had know and magnified it. It didn’t matter what we were, we weren’t human, not to you. You found a way, we don’t know how, to tell what we are, a way to know if we were something more than human, a way to bring out the worst in us.
We never got a chance to explain, never got the opportunity to tell you we weren’t monsters. You wouldn’t have listened anyway. Not after it started. It wouldn’t have been possible to convince the public that the raging wolf larger than any they had seen that was just brought out, wasn’t anything to fear. Even more so when you found a way to “take care” of us.
It wasn’t war, that implies both parties are participating in the fight. It was genocide, mass genocide of anything that wasn’t human. We didn’t fight back, couldn’t fight back. For all of your fear of us, we were the ones who died.
You forced the change on us, brought out the worst, made it impossible to hide. Staying home became suspicious. Going out became dangerous. One by one we were found. One by one we were exposed. One by one we were killed.
The things that were precious to us became even more so. Our mates. Our families. Our lives. Nothing was safe. Hiding wasn’t an option. Fighting wasn’t an option. Fleeing wasn’t an option. Dying seemed to be the only option.
Then you found him. You labeled him crazy, completely human but “mentally unstable with a hint of schizophrenia”. Our precious Quieter, the center of our pack, sang us to safety under the cover of mental illness. His songs kept our Beasts asleep, puzzled your scanners, foiled your drugs and allowed us to escape to freedom. You saw a family with a deeply troubled young man not a pack fleeing for their lives against all instinct.
You started this war. You drew first blood. You made us into the hunted. You caused all of this pain, but we, we will end this. You do not know what it is you have done, but we will show you. You are overjoyed by the great unity humanity is experiencing against a threat for the first time in human history, but you are not the only ones. You do not know what you have unleashed.
You will pay for what they have done. You, who should have done so long ago. You who are worse than us. You who do not see the creatures lurking deep within yourselves. You who do things a pack would never do. You who do things a seethe would never do. You who do things a coven would never do. You who speak of laws and rules but live by none. You will never understand us, you will never try.
We have heard your message loud and clear. Only one of us will be allowed to exist on this planet. You think it will be you. Let us let you in on a little secret. This land was ours long before it was yours. You are invaders, uninvited guests in our land. What you think was yours was never so in the first place. We allowed to you to live beside us. We allowed you to feel peace. We allowed you to think that nothing could harm the world you had constructed. We do so no more.
You think you have won. You have not. We are not defeated. We will return. We will take back what is ours. And you, you creatures that are worse than those that you persecute, you will fall.
You will not win this war.
You never could.
AN: So this is the start or end for a book that is like two books down the line in my Of Flesh series. I love this universe so much that I think it will probably be the one that gets me back into writing again. This is something the muses gave me long long ago and is where I have always seen this particular universe heading. So yeah... Hope you enjoyed it!
Of Pain, Persecution, and Promise
Chapter 00
We never saw it coming, not really. Sure it was inevitable; a simple track of human history would have alerted us to that fact. We thought we were safe. We thought we were hidden. We thought as long as we remained peaceful nothing would come of a discovery.
You found out, you that call yourself humans. You found a way to discover what we are. The vampires. The Fae. The witches. The werewolves. All of us. You found us and nothing was safe, may never be safe again. We didn’t know. Couldn’t know.
Historians thought the witch trials and burnings were bad. They were wrong. This, this took everything that anyone had know and magnified it. It didn’t matter what we were, we weren’t human, not to you. You found a way, we don’t know how, to tell what we are, a way to know if we were something more than human, a way to bring out the worst in us.
We never got a chance to explain, never got the opportunity to tell you we weren’t monsters. You wouldn’t have listened anyway. Not after it started. It wouldn’t have been possible to convince the public that the raging wolf larger than any they had seen that was just brought out, wasn’t anything to fear. Even more so when you found a way to “take care” of us.
It wasn’t war, that implies both parties are participating in the fight. It was genocide, mass genocide of anything that wasn’t human. We didn’t fight back, couldn’t fight back. For all of your fear of us, we were the ones who died.
You forced the change on us, brought out the worst, made it impossible to hide. Staying home became suspicious. Going out became dangerous. One by one we were found. One by one we were exposed. One by one we were killed.
The things that were precious to us became even more so. Our mates. Our families. Our lives. Nothing was safe. Hiding wasn’t an option. Fighting wasn’t an option. Fleeing wasn’t an option. Dying seemed to be the only option.
Then you found him. You labeled him crazy, completely human but “mentally unstable with a hint of schizophrenia”. Our precious Quieter, the center of our pack, sang us to safety under the cover of mental illness. His songs kept our Beasts asleep, puzzled your scanners, foiled your drugs and allowed us to escape to freedom. You saw a family with a deeply troubled young man not a pack fleeing for their lives against all instinct.
You started this war. You drew first blood. You made us into the hunted. You caused all of this pain, but we, we will end this. You do not know what it is you have done, but we will show you. You are overjoyed by the great unity humanity is experiencing against a threat for the first time in human history, but you are not the only ones. You do not know what you have unleashed.
You will pay for what they have done. You, who should have done so long ago. You who are worse than us. You who do not see the creatures lurking deep within yourselves. You who do things a pack would never do. You who do things a seethe would never do. You who do things a coven would never do. You who speak of laws and rules but live by none. You will never understand us, you will never try.
We have heard your message loud and clear. Only one of us will be allowed to exist on this planet. You think it will be you. Let us let you in on a little secret. This land was ours long before it was yours. You are invaders, uninvited guests in our land. What you think was yours was never so in the first place. We allowed to you to live beside us. We allowed you to feel peace. We allowed you to think that nothing could harm the world you had constructed. We do so no more.
You think you have won. You have not. We are not defeated. We will return. We will take back what is ours. And you, you creatures that are worse than those that you persecute, you will fall.
You will not win this war.
You never could.
AN: So this is the start or end for a book that is like two books down the line in my Of Flesh series. I love this universe so much that I think it will probably be the one that gets me back into writing again. This is something the muses gave me long long ago and is where I have always seen this particular universe heading. So yeah... Hope you enjoyed it!