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It’s a Norman Rockwell existence.  So many mundanes walk around, not knowing what is actually happening.  The humans that some of us try to protect, and some of us try to destroy…It would almost be funny, if it wasn’t so sad.  The mortals go about their daily existence while we, the beings of power, fight amongst ourselves to see who gets to destroy everything first. 

I watch.  I have watched the beings of this place, even before it was a place.  When it was a grove of trees and a burial mound, I watched.  I have watched everything come and go…and now, I watch these beings of power run around saving ‘themselves’ from the coming darkness. 

We bloodsuckers, at least accept our fate, slightly.  They still go about their power struggles, but there are some, like myself, who can see the times coming to an end, and have prepared. 

The Fae, they still act their part in keeping reality whole.  Though, they seem to be tiring.  There are many things that I would like to learn from my brethren, if I were able to. 

The magi…they are another story.  Could they have finally accepted the blame for their part in this?  They know about it and they, I think, can see where everything is going, but I don’t know what they are doing to stop it.  They hide themselves even from me, since their war has ended and a new one begun. 

The shifters are always the funniest.  They strut amongst the cattle and say that they are protecting them and that they are trying to protect the Earth Mother, when it was partially their fault that the end is coming.  Them, the Fae, and that damned Dream speaker. 

They wanted to stop the colonization.  They wanted to stop the settlers from coning out west.  So, they tried to erect a barrier.  They wanted a mystical wall that would stop the ‘White Man’ from coming through their territory.  Needless to say, it didn’t work.  The shifters and the Magi, the Fae, they all set this little time bomb because they didn’t want to share…How lovingly childish of them.  You could almost believe it of the Fae, but the others are supposed to be a little more mature, aren’t they? 

They would have succeeded, though, if it hadn’t been for that one little, last minute, addition that the Magi made.  He wanted to call up a demon, to guard the gate to the west.  When the demon appeared, none of the others were ready for it.  They fought against it coming through the portal that the Barabbi opened, and finally succeeded in pushing it back, only to lose everything in the coming battle with what else they had awakened with their devious machinations.  They each lost their lives in that battle, and the Earth Mother took a great wound. 

They started the prophecy of the end by opening that wound in Mother Earth.  They, in their two battles, cut open a great fault that runs under the place where they worked their ritual.  They set the great rivers to running backwards and nearly destroyed everything that they were working so hard to protect.  They didn’t do it then, but they opened the way for others to finish what they started. 

In the ritual, they used three mystical objects.  They were made with ore from a meteor of unknown origin.  It came from the sky with such force and power that we devious beings sought to harness that power in these three relics.  They were lost in the battles that followed the ritual, and none of us, not even I know where they all are. 

We now fight a war against the very destruction of everything.  The prophecies that warn us of times future, have come and gone with nothing coming to pass.  But, we may have been wrong.  It is not in our reasoning capabilities to understand the true nature of how things work.  We only watch and listen and hope that our preparations are enough and that the darkness is destroyed so that the brilliance of the next age can be revealed.