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The Dominion of Ezclus started off as a small bundle of ideas from the mind of a spectre who've donned many names throughout its years of living. This little spectre was born from the sun, but did not want to live out its existence as a being beyond the unknown. Instead, this spectre wanted to live a secluded life amongst a planet filled with life and people that were strange to it. A humble lifestyle it wanted to flow through before it was time to return, is all the spectre wanted at the beginning. Unfortunately, the world this little spectre first came across weren't so fond of so-called 'aliens' coming into their world and expecting to live like the original inhabitants, possessive of their world they were. This little spectre, within the span of a week, found itself running away from a flock of numerous village-folk that dwelled near mountain tops, where the little spectre occasionally wandered. Their unwarranted rage of the hunting village-folk was felt deep within this little spectre's core, far too much for him to understand at the time. It's mind still growing to what it'd eventually become today. Relentlessly did the village-volk hunt this little spectre down, until it was ultimately forced to abandon the mountain it came to enjoy.
Overwhelmed with grief and confusion from the out-pour of reactions, this little spectre collapsed to its knees aside the wall of a small cabin and began to pray. Praying to God of whom gave it life it did, for hours on in. The surrounding area kept quiet around him, as it nature itself was listening. Suddenly, the small door on the frontside of the cabin cracked open, young eyes peering through the opening. Then came an elderly and fatigued hand to fully open the door, it was an old man and a child that came into view. The old man looked from the door in search of where the words of prayer came from, as he and the child heard it from inside. It was like a dream to them, neither the old man nor the child knew of the language spoke by the little spectre. And upon spotting it, first approached did the child, curiosity filled her mind. The old man came afterwards, a bit worried of the confrontation that was about to o And then it happened, the child tapped the exposed shoulder of the little spectre, which oddly felt like smooth glass. This little spectre was caught off guard by this, and slowly turned about its head. The three eyes now locked on the child.
The old man and the child was thrown off by the simply facial features of the little spectre, which scared the child into running and hiding behind the old man's leg. Her expressions gave off the sense of fear, her little eyes grew wide. The child, behind the old man's leg, the pointed to the little spectre and recalled a dream she had that was about a similar figure. The old man couldn't speak as he was overall shocked by this, the little spectre just had its gaze on the child. A few moments of silence passed after the child finished re-telling the tale of her dream, it was now morning. As the sun began to rise, the old man found it within himself to ask the little spectre something he thought he was soon going to regret. "Why are you crying?", the old man asked in a quiet voice. Another moment of silence passed before this little spectre opened its mouth to speak. When the spectre spoke, it was in its cosmic tongue, which the old man and the child did not understand. Sensing the confusion, this little spectre drew a small whisk of air from the old man's mouth, hence borrowing the human tongue for the time being.
This time when this little spectre started to talk, the old man and the child quickly came to understand that this little spectre wasn't a fiend as they originally assumed it to be. The little spectre spilled its conflicted thoughts on the experience it had to cope with whilst escaping the mountain. And afterwards, the old man agreed to venture back where this little spectre came to work out the heated situation. It took weeks for the trio to venture back up the mountain, thirst and hunger dealt with through the eagles and other animal life they came across. Upon reaching the village from before, this little spectre held its small arms to its exposed chest, whimpering lightly. But was convinced by the old man and the girl to continue. Anger once again filled the village-folk as the saw the little spectre, but at the command of a tall fast-approaching figure, did not commence in attack. |