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The time has long since passed when we fought our enemies with swords and axes. It has been centuries since we used daggers or arrows to bring down our foes. Ages since we used steel and chainmail to protect ourselves against the sharpened points of spears meeting our ribcages and beyond. Eons, it would seem. Yet I feel like that time should be just around the corner, like our guns and tasers will do us little good against our enemies now. It is not our enemies who have changed, only our means of fighting them. And that... feels wrong.
My mind, my heart tells me that it is time to don our armors again, to put on our helmets and grab our lovingly crafted weapons to take to a war that we couldn't vote on having.
A Storm is coming. I do not know what it will bring.
I have images in my head of the six of us. We stand in a circle around me, but not because I need protecting or because I am strongest, no. I am in the center because I feed you. You are all taking energy from me, because I stand in some water and it gives me the energy I need, that we all need, to fight whatever faces us. I am not, however, looking through my own eyes. I am looking at us, from the eyes of our foes. I know their intent, I know what they want, and now is not the time for guns and bombs. Now is time for Power, now is the time for old things we have forgotten. Things that should never have been forgotten. This is the beginnings of a war we cannot vote for or against.
A Storm is coming. If we aren't careful, we won't survive it.
My mind, my heart tells me that it is time to don our armors again, to put on our helmets and grab our lovingly crafted weapons to take to a war that we couldn't vote on having.
A Storm is coming. I do not know what it will bring.
I have images in my head of the six of us. We stand in a circle around me, but not because I need protecting or because I am strongest, no. I am in the center because I feed you. You are all taking energy from me, because I stand in some water and it gives me the energy I need, that we all need, to fight whatever faces us. I am not, however, looking through my own eyes. I am looking at us, from the eyes of our foes. I know their intent, I know what they want, and now is not the time for guns and bombs. Now is time for Power, now is the time for old things we have forgotten. Things that should never have been forgotten. This is the beginnings of a war we cannot vote for or against.
A Storm is coming. If we aren't careful, we won't survive it.