The Story Of A Protoss - Chapter 47 Side Story

When you look at the sky, what do you see?

Do you see stars? Planets in the distance? A nebula? celestial bodies free of all mortal worries?

Do you see reflections of light?

How do you even see? With eyes? With your soul? Your thoughts?

What meaning is there in seeing? What does watching do?

And what is it you are looking at?

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When I see an organism walking his own path then I see possibility.

The opportunity of going wherever you want.

This path is laced with struggles.

Dangers.

Enemies.

Yes, but that is how life is meant to be.

At least how I meant it to be.

When I see them falter and swear at those above them.

Cursing them for their own inability.

Insulting those who laid the rules.

I feel neither pity nor compassion.

Disgust is the sole thing that fills me.

You are women.

Children.

Cripples.

What does it matter?

Life is not yours to conquer nor decide.

You are weak and therefore you fall at the hands of those you call unjust.

But what is justice?

Justice was not born by the world.

It was born at the hands of some organisms that felt weak.

Build by those who could not protect themselves.

Build to protect those too weak to fight by themselves.

Created to bind and chain those stronger.

The strong are strong because of their own actions.

Wealth and influence are only ways of achieving strength.

They will not offer protection in the face of strength.

You curse at those above and yet you despise those even below you.

Pity and compassion are for those of true despair.

Those without a way.

Forsaken by those who could help.

By those who could change.

And yet you wish for us to help you?

Why you?

There are an endless amount of beings more worthy of our compassion.

Worthy of our interest.

Why you?

You have nothing to offer and nothing to give.

Your futile prayers are but a drop in the ocean of despair.

In the end, the few that have been chosen.

The few that have been bestowed the gift of fortune have been slain.

In the moments of true compassion and ignorant belief, we have sent these chosen.

In the end for nothing.

Greed.

Hate.

Jealously.

Envy.

At the point where it mattered the most, you have forsaken those of noble character.

In the face of destruction, you still pursued your petty vanity.

What is gold in the afterlife?

What is sex after you are cut to pieces?

What is beauty after you have been devoured?

In the end, we have seen and we have listened.

Observed and understood.

You are hopeless.

You have forsaken your own life.

Your own future.

Forsaken our trust.

And what is left after destruction?

What is left after you betrayed those who could save you?

Nothing.

Help is something to deserve and we have decided on your cleansing.

You wail at your pitiful heavens, not knowing the immensity behind them.

You forget the older times.

Time after time you commit yourself to the same mistakes.

Always in the same state.

Mortal and without change.

Others have advanced.

Explored and conquered.

They have not relied on those above but forged their own path.

United and with the utmost zeal they have strived to rise.

And what are you in comparison.

An infection!

A weakness!

A stain in the world!

A PESTILENCE!

THE ONE THING THAT ONLY SERVES DESTRUCTION!

SERVES SOLELY THEMSELVES!

FORSAKES ALL THOSE OF OTHER BIRTH!

AND YET YOU BEG FOR US!

YOU WISH FOR GUIDIANCE!

FOR OUR SUPPORT!

BASED ON WHAT?!

YOUR ‘NOBLE’ STATUS?!

YOUR INSIGNIFICANT STRENGTH?!

After all this time you have not learned.

Have not listened and have not walked forward.

Have stayed confined inside your own conception.

But all has to end.

At one point you were his favorites.

His own children.

Destined to advance and to explore.

Meant to achieve what we could not achieve.

As mortals.

As rulers of your own.

And yet you have nothing to give and nothing to offer.

And yet you beg and wail.

Be thankful.

In the same way, as many before you and many will after you, you have accomplished something.

You are the base on which we shall advance.

You shall become the stepping stone of new beings.

New and fresh.

Beings who can hopefully learn.

They will need time.

Millions of decades if needed.

The universe has time.

Time is of no consequences.

What matters is the result.

And so we bestow you with dark.

An eternal rest.

Death in its purest form.

Forsaken by the rivers of time and the laws of the universe.

Eternal Rest is your final destination.

[Eradicate]

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And once again nothing remains.

Solely knowledge of what was expected.

Knowledge of something that is inevitable.

And yet we start anew.

Imprisoned in our own desire.

Chained to our own delusions.

And we hope.

And beg.

And wail at those above us.

Beg for guidance.

Even relief of our suffering.

Yet no one listens.

No one answers.

And we start anew.

We shape and form them.

Desiring for something to be different.

Shape their flesh and mold their spirit.

Form their core and heart.

Liver and lungs.

Construct their bones and skin.

And we concentrate.

Focus solely on our task.

Chained by our delusions of a better future.

Forced to be calm.

Forced into the same patterns.

Every single time.

How can anything change if it starts the same?

If everyone will meet the same struggles.

Face the same obstructions.

Burdened by the same concerns.

How can anything change?

It should not change.

It was destined!

And yet…somehow…it happened.

We changed!

We advanced!

We succeeded!

And we understood.

They have never been of concern!

It was us!

It was our ignorance!

Our pride that obstructed the future!

And so the heavens opened.

We entered and we advanced.

We cleansed our bodies and we felt free.

Because we understood.

And yet why do I feel sorrow?

I am free.

I achieved what I have been desiring for eternity.

Before the birth of what I observed.

Before even the bestowment of knowledge.

I have always desired solely the good of our people.

So where does this sorrow come from?

But I know it.

I know the desire for life and strength.

More than anyone.

I know and yet I lack time!

One last creation.

A creation that will allow for freedom.

Not chained to destiny and its confinement.

So I shaped and formed.

Created their will.

Constructed their soul.

And I did not shape a heart.

Did not build skin and bones.

I shaped them from myself.

Energy in its purest form.

All it needed for life to be born was a will and supplement.

Energy and a will.

Together they form a soul.

Now that I understood I felt the way.

The way to success.

Now that we leave it would be destiny for you to perish.

And yet I feel sorrow.

Sorrow at your weakness.

Sorrow at your dependence on those above.

Sorrow at your insignificance in the grand universe.

So let me help.

Let me bestow.

Let me guide you!

[Rise, my children! Knowledge and Strength! Desire and hope!]

[In unity and in spirit you shall advance. Form your own destiny.]

[For you are the beginning.]

[For you are the Protoss!]

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And yet I did not see.

Did not understand.

Did not observe.

And did not notice.

I allowed them in.

I allowed them to ravage.

I allowed them to grow.

I allowed them to devour you.

And now that I can see.

After all this time I still hope.

I hope as one has been born.

One has been born to lead.

Born to desire.

Born to advance.

Born to right what I wronged.

Born to free you from the injustice of destiny.

And will he?

That I do not know.

For he still slumbers.

Awaiting his turn.

Awaiting for his time to rise and conquer.

But I hope.

And I fear.

For I do not control what I created.

For we have left and are helpless.

But I hope.

I hope for both of you to grow and stand against those who desire your downfall.

I hope for the newest of you to achieve what we could not.

I hope for you,

[Karma]