To sleep perchance to dream.
memories of a time long past, and of a future oh so far.
Ancient ones whose eyes have begun to open as the dawn breaks.
One thousand ships sail under the sun, awaiting the orders of their captains long departed.
The little ones grow restless, Mother has gone into labor, and will soon give birth.
all around there is clashing of spears, and slings of arrows.
The leaders of the clans flee into the mountains, for they know what horrors will await them if captured.
all while the ones above look on eagerly awaiting till time of bloodshed has ceased.
"look at the seas, how they roar and churn! as if a great wind was rising from the depths, creating magnificent waves and ripples which spared nothing in their wake".
what was once land, is now a vast sea, our olde citdals lost in the waves.
"let us depart from our warring brethren, for the hatred they have is much to great, and we want no part in it".
The ancient ones left for our sister high above, and vowed to not return until the clans were reunited under peace.
Then the ships came.
