Post by "Aria} on Mar 29, 2009 21:04:44 GMT -7
There was once an elite group of people.
They lived far, far down below, hidden within the earth’s crust. They were unlike humanity up above, they were better in all their ways, but in their higher knowledge they were more humble than any other people. They knew nothing of Outsiders, and the Outsiders knew nothing of them. They were the Taro Race, the first people, and according to my father they must die. I wish I could tell you stories of them. Of their amazing accomplishments in health, science, and powers of the mind. I sincerely wish I could, but they are gone now. And all their knowledge, culture, and their grand traditions are gone, gone with these amazing people. Killed by my father, the Scourge. He was trained by a group of Outsiders, one’s who had betrayed the Taro. Now he lives forever, ever searching for the remant of the once proud people.
I hate my father. I will never betray my people, for I am not an Outsider, but neither am I all Taro.
He killed my mother, but he will not kill my mother’s kin. I will hide them, and it will be easy for me because I know my father. In addition the Taro are a crafty race, and have been hunted before in their history. They have a plan to save themselves. They will call up the Chosen. Children born into this world with a mark, the mark of the white sun.
I will gather these children unto me, and the two Taro teachers I have with me will teach them the meaning of their strange powers, and these children will protect us, protect us from the Scourge.
They lived far, far down below, hidden within the earth’s crust. They were unlike humanity up above, they were better in all their ways, but in their higher knowledge they were more humble than any other people. They knew nothing of Outsiders, and the Outsiders knew nothing of them. They were the Taro Race, the first people, and according to my father they must die. I wish I could tell you stories of them. Of their amazing accomplishments in health, science, and powers of the mind. I sincerely wish I could, but they are gone now. And all their knowledge, culture, and their grand traditions are gone, gone with these amazing people. Killed by my father, the Scourge. He was trained by a group of Outsiders, one’s who had betrayed the Taro. Now he lives forever, ever searching for the remant of the once proud people.
I hate my father. I will never betray my people, for I am not an Outsider, but neither am I all Taro.
He killed my mother, but he will not kill my mother’s kin. I will hide them, and it will be easy for me because I know my father. In addition the Taro are a crafty race, and have been hunted before in their history. They have a plan to save themselves. They will call up the Chosen. Children born into this world with a mark, the mark of the white sun.
I will gather these children unto me, and the two Taro teachers I have with me will teach them the meaning of their strange powers, and these children will protect us, protect us from the Scourge.
Sincerely,
Josie Thatcher, AKA Yy daughter of Ily