Post by Barrelex on Jun 18, 2007 11:53:47 GMT -5
Everyone has a legend. Whether it be the well known ones, or the ballads of great heros long forgotten, there is at least one that everyone knows. The Pankeru are such a group.
The evening of the Great Arrival, we Pankeru had been aboard our boats on the back of mighty Kerua. Our prophets had fortold this night to be the night that the second half of the prophecy be fulfilled.
Although quick and sudden, the newcomers had arrived. They rode mighty silver whales, emblazoned with text and symbols none could read.The first whale struck our aquatic body, and the wave that came shook us all. On the land, many whales landed from the depths of Neos, some penetrating the earth, others dying in balls of fire that they summoned.
After the landing, we waited for them to open with the life our prophets had proclaimed. The one nearest us here on the ocean's back, hissed open, and we were greeted by one of the children of steel. The red-haired youngling (as we guessed) hopped unstably out, then waved at us making a gesture on her face using the mouth on an arc. We returned it, attempting to keep the gesture on us.
Many more crawled out, all in new shades and colors.They reminded me of the elves that lived in the forests and the dwarves who mined in the tunnels. I approached the largest one, holding out my paw. He returned the favour, and bond was made. Pankeru and Whale-Child. The prophecy was arriving.
The evening of the Great Arrival, we Pankeru had been aboard our boats on the back of mighty Kerua. Our prophets had fortold this night to be the night that the second half of the prophecy be fulfilled.
Although quick and sudden, the newcomers had arrived. They rode mighty silver whales, emblazoned with text and symbols none could read.The first whale struck our aquatic body, and the wave that came shook us all. On the land, many whales landed from the depths of Neos, some penetrating the earth, others dying in balls of fire that they summoned.
After the landing, we waited for them to open with the life our prophets had proclaimed. The one nearest us here on the ocean's back, hissed open, and we were greeted by one of the children of steel. The red-haired youngling (as we guessed) hopped unstably out, then waved at us making a gesture on her face using the mouth on an arc. We returned it, attempting to keep the gesture on us.
Many more crawled out, all in new shades and colors.They reminded me of the elves that lived in the forests and the dwarves who mined in the tunnels. I approached the largest one, holding out my paw. He returned the favour, and bond was made. Pankeru and Whale-Child. The prophecy was arriving.
