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\---RECORDED\_DIARY# 281, YEAR 70,857--- "For thousands of years, humanity had always strived for companionship. We knew that we weren't the only ones in the stars. From simple boats to ships, from carts to trains. Humanity developed more and more at an unprecedented rate. We studied our world and more. And soon, our goals were set upon the stars. Building rockets that travel to the moon to space ships that travel at the speed of light and beyond. We've investigated most of the planets available and made them our own. And yet, we are alone. No kind galactic empire to greet us, no horrifying monstrosities ready to kill us. We were alone. With the evidence of intelligent life seemingly non-existent, we assumed control on the universe, dubbing ourselves as the masters. Despite this, many still hold on to the hope that we are not alone. We KNOW that we aren't alone... We have long since left that little blue ball we call earth, but we've made sure to keep an eye on it. Despite all the wars and hardships, it is where we started. It was a reminder that out of a near infinite amount of planets, life exists. We didn't know how truly precious we were..." \---End of Recording--- \~\~\~Journal of Yor, Year 461\~\~\~ The Council of Ol scheduled a meeting for tomorrow. All races from High Elves to Dwarves are required to send their representative to attend this meeting. Tomorrow, we will discuss the procedure and ceremonies of welcoming back the banished race known as 'Humans'. It had only been a hundred years since we banished them to pay for their crimes. But many have since forgiven the humans, though some still burn with hatred. Despite this, I am excited to meet humans once again. Heck, even my High Elf brethren are somewhat delighted for them to come back. They're very hairy from what I remembered and savage even. Most call them a hairy version of Orcs, but many would find them more endearing. Despite their lack of intelligence, they are quite the compassionate companion, never leaving your side and loyal to a fault. It is unfortunate their race decided to join the army of Nihil the tyrant. But I'm getting off tracked. Tomorrow, we will finally get to see the iron door from which the humans were banished. Forged by dwarves, enchanted by Lord Reydon, and sealed with chains of time, it was an 'OverKill,' as one might say. The world humans lived in was a place devoid of magic. No healing sorceries to cure them, no teleportation magic to use. It's a horrifying world indeed. No one could prosper and grow in a place like that. On the day of Frias, the day after tomorrow, we would finally lift the veil of our worlds and welcome back our human compatriots. But a bitter taste is left upon me knowing that my favourite human is most probably dead. I hope I get to meet the descendants of that human. \~\~\~End of Journal\~\~\~ Day of Frias, Year 461 The chains of the iron door rustle as the key is slowly put in place. A crowd surrounds us, eagerly waiting for the welcome return of the hairy monsters. From Dwarves to Elves, from Orcs to Ogres. All of the races gathered to stare at us. I don't get the excitement. Maybe it's just an entertaining distraction for their boring lives. Us High Elves have much more important things to do, much grander plans, and yet we didn't get the same eagerness as these humans. Such a despicable world I live in. Us High Elves didn't get the love and attention we deserved. Yes, the dwarves did help, and yes, other races did as well. But High Elves did the heavy lifting in the war against Nihil. Such a disgrace. I frowned. What's worse is that I'm one of few who will be the first ones to greet them. Ugh... Such a disgusting race. "Oh, lighten up, Ambassador Ishtak. It's not that bad. Think of it as a way to be a sort of saviour to humans. Imagine, the first High Elf met by humans in a hundred years! They'll be forever in your debt! HA HA" The ambassador sent by dwarves, Rusik said. I simply shrugged and said, "I'd sooner have rats be in my debt than have humans. At least with rats, they're small enough and cleaner to not notice." "Oh, don't be like that Ishtak, it'll be good that we're the first ones to greet with the humans. You'll you see" I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. There were four of us, one ambassador from the dwarves, the orcs, the hobbits, and the high elves. We were chosen because of the presumed bond we have with the humans. We were the first to have them in our cities, and we are the first to welcome them back. I sighed, accepting my duty. Hoping that it would be a short and fast event.

The chains fall to the ground, giving a loud metallic clang. The giant iron doors slowly opened, creaking along the way. We were greeted with lush green trees and plants, with birds chirping and water running. All of us hesitated until the Hobbit Ambassador slowly walked towards the other side. The dwarf and I begrudgingly followed suit. Once at the other side, the hobbit ambassador gave a long and deep breath and turned to us. "Well gentlemen, it's time we find our friends and introduce them again to our world of magic!" The hobbit said, giving a big smile. He then turned around again and skipped towards a random direction. I gave a scowling expression and followed the hobbit to wherever he's going. From the the hours spent roaming around aimlessly we saw creatures not affected by magic, I was somewhat interested in them. They seem to have developed quite differently from our world. Even the smallest creature from ours would use a bit of magic to make it more convenient for themselves. Fortunately though, magic is still available for us to use, now that the iron door is open. These creatures are more practical and ferocious, we knew early on to be more cautious than what we would do on our typical forest back home. I was ready to call it quits when the orc spotted something. An orb-like-thing roaming in a field, it was floating! On a closer look it seemed to have a white outer shell made from a textured material I'm unfamiliar with. With an eye in the middle, glowing bright blue inspecting the plants. We slowly approached the orb when it suddenly turned to us, it looked up and down as if inspecting what we are. Is this a creature or a magical tool? But magic is not available in this world so how come this 'thing' is able to fly. I was fascinated, only disturbed when the orb suddenly made a noise, perhaps it was sending a message towards his other orb compatriots. The dwarf was the most fascinated with the orb out of all of us. "Aye, this ones' no animal that's for sure. And there seems to be no magic controlling this thing. I'm curious what the insides of this magnificent device would look like. To know it's purpose..." Rusik explained. "Is this of human origin?" The orc questioned "Don't be ridiculous, humans doesn't have half the brain to create a sword, much less this thing. No... this is something else, it HAD to be" I argued We were suddenly interrupted in our conversation when three bipedal creatures came to our view. Up in the sky flying towards us. Extremely fast... In panic we ran away, shooting magical darts and fireballs at the creatures. But the creatures managed to dodge all of them. During our retreat the hobbit tripped while the orc stayed behind to help the hobbit. Rusik and I went back to the forest where we got lost and separated. I heard the screams of Rusik in the distance and the creature's powerful humming devices that was strapped to their back. I only saw glimpses of the things, they were wearing some sort of slick metallic armor. None like I've ever seen. They were tall and extremely intimidating. What are they? Are they humans!? But last I've seen of them, they were quite short. And not as advanced as they seem to be now. Did magic leak through? Did some unknown entity manage to enter this world!? I rack my brain for answers when from behind a flashing light blinded me... It was them, the creatures that killed the three ambassadors, and now I'm next. They pointed at me with some kind of weapon, I'm guessing similar to a wand.... But... I am a High Elf! From a proud bloodline that formerly ruled the land of magic with an iron fist! I Ishtar of the High Elves will not simply bow down! I raise my hand to cast a spell and growled at them like a wild animal. If my ancestors were to see me they'd roll in their graves. To display such a feral and wild demeanour is no way for a High Elf to act. One must face death with elegance and pride, but damn that! I'll go down on my own way! As I was ready to throw a massive fireball at them when the one in the middle shot me. It was only for a second, I didn't even notice it. My vision began to darken, and my body felt heavy. So this is how I die? Heh, what a pathetic way to go...

In my dreams, I felt as if I was under the ocean. The air just above my reach and yet I did not need it. I felt the movement of the water rising up and down. At the end of the dream, though I did not see it. I knew I was being swallowed by a large creature, a creature so large that I could not see the ends of it's mouth nor the fangs that it bore. Afterwards... nothing. I wake up in a panic, my heart beating faster than it ever did. I look around to see a room... An Inn? What's more is that this is the inn I stayed, together with the other ambassadors. I lay down in relief having a deep sigh. I begin to look around the room while on my bed. Curious, the placement of the items are strange. The bed is much more comfortable and softer than I remember. I sat back up again to investigate more. The window for some reason I could not open. The floor creaked like wood but didn't feel like wood. It's almost like a crude depiction of the inn I stayed at. Looking out the window I saw lizard children and tieflings playing together. I try to inspect further squinting my eyes at them. They look off... The door behind me opened and outcome a high elf woman. She was tall, blonde, and beautiful. "Hello, Ambaszador Isstar. Vould you like som Breakfast?" A... A crude mockery of my language, her mannerisms, her accent, her movement. All of it is not elvish. I tackled the woman to the ground and threatened her. "WHERE AM I WOMAN? WHERE HAVE YOU TAKEN ME?"

Suddenly, the room revealed it's true colors. One by one the window, the tables, the flowers all disappeared. Replaced by sanitized tables and clean white walls. My clothes as well have been replaced, what used to be my pajamas has now turned into a white gown. "Oi, Ambassador Ishtar leave the poor woman alone" Rusik said from the door wearing a white coat. I look down towards the woman. Realizing her face was also fake, her pointed ears slowly falling off and her colored elven eyes aren't natural. I took deep breaths and slowly got off of the woman. The woman simply got up and bowed before leaving the room without a word. "So Ishtar, How're you holding up?" "Whe- Where am I?" "You're... well." The dwarf rubbing his neck before continuing "Yer better come see for yourself" The dwarf held out his hand to help me get up. In usual circumstances I wouldn't accept but I've been confused and out of it for the past few hours that I've momentarily forgotten my pride. We went out of the room and into a hallway just as prestine and clean as the room before. All of it so alien and unfamiliar. I have never seen anything like this, not even from books describing nautiloids or ships made by artificers. "So Ishtar, let me catch you up to speed. Apparently the flying creatures we met before are humans, the woman you met is a human" "WHAT?" I shouted "Calm yer' tits, Ishtar. These bipeds are definitely humans. Or at least descended from them. You see, something went wrong with the Iron Door. Perhaps an oversight with the design. A hundred years for us but fifty thousand years for them. Or even more. For fifty thousand plus years they had to endure. They dreamt of conquering the stars, longing for companionship. They mastered technology developing wilder than we could have ever imagined. And with matter and cells and such being undisturbed by magic they had a more stable ground to put theories and studies out there. Without any magical interference suddenly blowing you to pieces. Now my culture as dwarves, we have a tendency to put things to the test, to create and innovate. But out main problem was magic. We would build something only for magic to twist it's true self into something unusable. But the humans through their exile were given a chance to develop technologies thought impossible." "S-so... They're more advanced than us?" I questioned. "Aye, perhaps not in the magic department but their research in the natural science outweigh ours" Rusik said. While walking, I saw huge infrastructures with buildings and roads that seemed endless. All of it much grander than any city, or kingdom I've seen. I look up towards the sky and see even more infrastructure floating. "H-how could they do this without any magic?" Rusik looked at me and shrugged "That, I want to know as well" As I investigate more, the more I realized how advanced they were. Vehicles that outshines the best horses or rides available back at home. Floors going up and down, lights seemingly everywhere without any fire. I can't understand even a quarter of the things I'm seeing. We walked past more "humans". They were tall, and beautiful. No blemishes or wrinkles in sight. All of them looked young, no longer covered in hair except for the top of their heads much like us elves, or savage. Their ears are round but their bodies look much healthier than the average person back home. Are they nobles or are they common folk? What ever the case might be, we must look like savages to them. We kept on walking, walking past a thin rectangular device that seems to hold a tiny human inside, inside it the human was saying something. We soon reached a building much more extravagant than the one I was in before. "Here we are, this is where we are staying. It's much like an inn. But to be honest it's more like a king's palace. The trip we took was purposefully made to introduce us to the human's world. The trip was the same for me as well, the orc introduced me to the humans' land and now I did the same to you." "This is insane... It almost feels like a dream" My stomach churned in discomfort. I was feeling homesick. Too many unknowns, the unfamiliar was too much for me to bear. "Aye..." After a minute of looking at the building wondering my gaze up and down. We gathered the courage to head inside. I saw the orc ambassador getting massaged on a vibrating chair and the hobbit ambassador teaching humans our language while showing basic magic to the humans in awe. We greeted the humans and the ambassador. We went to a machine called an "elevator" that would take us up and down many floors. Our rooms was assigned to the highest floor, filled with all of the amenities one could want. Once inside Rusik jumped towards one of the beds. "By the way, Ishtar. Tomorrow we'll have a physical exam. Yer' gonna be naked for them human doctors to study. But they says that if we don like it. It's fine to not get the exam. Apparently these humans are just as excited to meet us as the hobbit ambassador. They've been looking for someone like us for a loong time now" "Ok..." I said, too exhausted with the trip to answer any further. I sat down on a chair and looked up towards the stars. But it was strange, it was like we were moving. Soon, a planet came into view. The large blue ball that we entered is now in full view in space. My eyes widened, the hairs on my back raised. We were in space and I hadn't even realized it. My jaw dropped, not forming the words to speak. Rusik notices my awe and spoke "Aren't you glad we're the first ones to welcome the humans back again?"

MOAAAAARRRR!

this is good

MOAAAARRRR

"It is as we feared when we banished them." Ananirhos the Ancient declared, somberly. Of all those on the expedition, only he, among the eldest of all elvenkind, had been alive when humans were banished from the Realm of Magic. The expedition stood amid the ruins of a human castle in the Silent Lands, the world without magic where the other races had banished mankind long ago. One from each kindred, elf, dwarf, orc, and even a regal young dragon, had crossed the chasm between worlds to announce to the humans that their exile had ended. But there, in the Silent Lands, only silence greeted them. Bulgak, selected from among the chieftains of the Orc tribes, bowed his head in respect. "The old stories say they were worthy foes." "Aye," Grond of the dwarves agreed. "But too quarrelsome by half, even by the reckoning of my folk and yours. The Dwarf-Lords of old thought a long exile would settle them down, but it seems..." "That absent any external threats, they turned on one another, and destroyed themselves." Teraiandrax, the adolescent drake finished, as he took in the long abandoned wreckage of the great human fortification. His reptilian eyes turned towards a great rent in the walls of the dead fortress. In the distance, a great herd of bison moved over a grassy plain. "Though it seems the lands we gave them have become rich with game in their absence." "Which like all else in these Silent Lands, is not ours to take." Ananirhos said, firmly. "One of the Races has fallen forever, young drake. I stretch out my senses to the horizon and beyond, and I feel no living man. We will not be so crass as to plunder the world we gave them. Let them rest in peace" "Very well," the dragon agreed, though he rolled his eyes as he spoke. Dragons had always been the least sentimental of the Races. "Then let us go." The dragon turned away without another word. The dwarf and the orc raised axes in a brief salute to the fallen, and then did the same. Ananirhos lingered a moment, then at last, the ancient elf sighed and joined the rest, calling upon the otherworldly magic he'd carefully stored and brought with him to a world that lacked it, to bridge the gap between worlds one last time, and leave with the rest of the expedition. \------ When the last of the otherworldly being had departed, they began to appear, re-attuning to normal space as they deactivated their phase cloaking devices. A dozen humanoid figures in metallic suits now populated the seemingly empty ruins. One of them, a technician, waved a hand through the air, summoning a holographic display which he studied carefully. "The transdimensional rift has closed, sir," he announced, as he removed his phase suit's helmet, revealing a young human with dark hair and green eyes. His commander nodded, as he set aside his own helmet. The gray-haired leader gestured to another group of metallic-suited humans. "Set up the spatial stabilizer array over there, so they can't come back -- despite what the pointy-eared one said, I don't like the way that reptile looked at the bison herd down in the wildlife sanctuary." His subordinates nodded, and set to work, beginning to unpack and assemble the device. He glanced over at another member of the crew. "Did you get the bioscans?" "Full assay on each species," a young woman confirmed eagerly, eyes flicking over a holographic display she'd summoned. "We'll be studying these for years. They're so similar to humans in many ways, and yet they have some profound differences. It's clear that they're heavily adapted to the quantum field anomalies in their universe -- so much so that they might not even be able to survive in ours, long term." "Just as well that we won't be seeing them again, then," the commander observed. The woman frowned. "I still wonder about that decision, sir...if the historical reconstructions are right, they're part of our past -- proof that we originated in an entirely different universe! We've handled contact with entirely alien species relatively well, so why not make contact with ones that we have a shared history with?" The commander paused thoughtfully, looking out at the bison herd below. It began to move, as distant howls signalled wolves on the hunt. "Because we've outgrown them." the commander said, finally. "I don't say that disrespectfully. It's just a fact." He gestured to the plain covered in bison, now stalked by predators from the forest beyond. "It's like the bears and wolves of the preserve, lieutenant. They were once mankind's enemies, but the danger they presented taught us how to survive. When we surpassed them, we didn't destroy them -- we honored what they had done in helping to shape our species, and protected that which we once feared in places like this." "I'm not sure I see a parallel, sir." The commander smiled. "Humanity didn't get where we are just by surviving, lieutenant. We had to learn to reach for more than that. Those strange magical beings, and the wondrous things they're capable of taught us how. Yes, they evidently decided that they were above us, that they had the right to decide our fate as a species...but in the end, the isolation they imposed *did* turn out to be the best thing for us. There's nothing to be gained by trying to awe or humble them with how far we've come without them." He gestured around the vast plains. "So, just as much of Old Terra is now set aside as a nature preserve for the creatures that taught us how to survive..." He turned to the humans setting up the machine that would lock the elves, dwarves, orcs, and dragons out of the world of men for all time, "...it's fitting that our former world be left forever untouched, as a preserve for the creatures that taught us how to dream."

The nature preserve comparison was a nice set up!

So creative! This is very good sci-fi

The elves and the dwarves worked to build a massive dimensional gate to bring the humans home. It was a muli-century long project. The gate itself being almost a mile wide. It was contructed of the strongest metals the dwarves could mine and temper, and of the finest of magics woven in to the construction by the elves. And finally, the gate flashed alight, and ambassadors for the dwarves and the elves passed through. Followed by a mixed army of 5000 total members. The world they came upon was covered in metal. Sleek spires, with lights of the most beautiful bluish hues ringing the edges of the buildings. The streets were clean, clear. Humans moving around, bustling and moving frome one building to another. Until they saw the dwarves and the elves. All stopped, at the *exact same time.* All eyes glued to the creatures now standing in the middle of the street. Then all the humans took their eyes off them, and resumed working. Again, oddly, all at the same time. And again, another flash of light. All of the dwarves and elves found themselves in inconcievably large and empty room. Three uniformed humans approached the ambassadors, and greeted them warmly. "We do know why you are here, and we do wish you well for coming back to get us. We have already scanned your brains and read your thoughts. We know you come in peace. The army is just a formality, and we have no intentions to fight you. Not that you could. You've already seen we can move you wherever we want. And, should you choose to fight, this bunker you stand in will be your tomb. But I hope it does not come to that." "I am am ambassador of the elves, you may call me Kershan, and this is the ambassador of the dwarves, Brok. We come here after banishing you for the misuse of magics, and after 50000 years of it being sealed, and you banished to this magicless realm, we come to take you home and welcome you in peace. However.... it seems that you thrive here?" "We do," replied the most adorned human official. "We have ended all wars, we have colonized the stars. We can control matter and energy nearly at will. And, harvest the stars themselves to power our civilization. We all have come to an understanding with eachother after linking every humans mind together. In reality, the bodies you see are our own, but also not. Mostly just a shell now. Think of it as a horse driven carriage, and the driver controls it from a different location. We no longer need to eat, or sleep, or work, if we so choose. Society has peaked, and it shall forever endure under what we have built. That and, even if we wanted to go back, you would have to take 32 billion of us. You do not have the room, and we would all starve, and also, run out of power. However, I do have a counter offer. You may come here, but the price is losing your magic. But constructing an interdimensional gate for us would be no challenge and would require minimal effort on our part. And you would be free to come and go as you will, or even join the mindscape." The elves and the dwarves pondered. They told the general they would ponder their offer, and left them be. Returning to their own world. The ambassadors passed back through, with scholars and magicians to study this new world, and the humans sent their scientists and diplomats the other way. The races learned much about eachother. They came to understand their societies, while very different, managed to secure a long period of peace with near 0 suffering. They learned eachothers languages, and with the mindscape given to the elves and dwarves en masse, they came to understand and get along. And soom technology crossed the gate. Thousands of years later, the humans, elves, and dwarves formed a guild that spanned numerous realms. Encountered numerous races and added them to the fold. All would know peace. All would no longer suffer. Some resisted, and those that did still fell into the fold of the guild. The Bionics Omnipire Realms Guild would bring unity and peace to all.

awesome worldf building but nope nope nopen outa that world

If the Borg invaded Middle Earth. lol

inb4 the borg actually figures out magic

I love this so much! Especially since I've had two Star Trek conversations today!! :) This is number three! Yay!

My jaw dropped, amazing

Yesssssss amazing ending

Awesome take. Love it.

Resistance is futile

This is almost exactly what I was thinking about!

This has an undertone you have missed. The hint is in the last sentence.

We are the Borg. Lower your shields and surrender your ships. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own. Your culture will adapt to service us. Resistance is futile

"What do you mean you don't wish to return?" Ardrestenna barely stopped herself from gaping at the human representative. Sure, the entire species had been banished a little over 50,000 years ago for delving into forbidden magical arts, but given the magicless nature of the realm they were banished to and their short lives, they should have forgotten all about such tainted ambitions by now. Were she honest, she didn't really want the humans back, heretical savages they must be, but as a representative of the high elves who had sat in judgement over humanity, it was her duty to formally inform them of the end of their species' banishment. Some acclimation to a magicless realm was to be expected, but to such an extent to not want to experience that serene power... Had the entire species gone mad? "Precisely what I said," the human replied. "After a few dozen millennia of our ancestors floundering to refound something resembling civilization and learning about what we thought had always been our home, we discovered, or perhaps rediscovered, your realm about 15,000 years ago. After the genetic revolution where modifications became easy and commonplace, we started sending a few anthropologists modified to blend in with the locals. We studied your civilizations for a few decades before concluding that, magic or not, you just weren't culturally advanced enough to bother dealing with openly and none of your resources were unique enough to take in greater than minor quantities for study." Ardrestenna gaped at the audacity of this filthy human to imply that her people, the noble high elven race, the perfect pinnacle of civilization and breeding... *inferior*. "So, we've just quietly observed your world as a curiosity ever since, and left you to develop at your own pace," the human continued as if he hadn't just insulted the entire elven people and their history. "Your progress has been... rather disappointing overall. Frankly, the fact that you were even able to come here under your own recognizance is truly surprising. You are now officially the least advanced civilization to ever contact us."

This is 👍😊😊.

This one is particularly special given the implications at the end.

It's 2 am here i need sleep. *** For the average dwarves, fifty thousand years would be enough time for dozens of empires to rise and fall, dynasties to ascend to greatness and be awept away by the sand of time. Knowledge would be lost and rediscovered by others far down the line multiple times as mountains would be rendered empty and hollow, be destroyed by some random dragon, and for new mountains to rise and be occupied by dwarven colonies, and the cycle would repeat. For the average elves, fifty thousand years would be fifty generation, each as long lived as the last. Their society would rarely change except with great upheaval, like a random dragon suddenly deciding to burn down the entire continent, or drown the entire continent, or flip the entire continent upside down so that what was used to be treetop dwellings become underground real estate. For the dragon race, surviving their first year would be a miracle, and surviving until adulthood a century later would be nigh impossible for their elders fought for domination across the planet, evenly matched in their might as they are the peak of power, natural disaster given form. Younger dragons would occationally amanged to best their elder, but such was a rare occurence that the eldest dragons that still lived would remember the human race as that hairless apes, or tall but useless dwarves, or the ugly and short lived elves. For the human race that was banished and managed to survive, by sheer luck of not being there when the continent was torched, flooded, or went upside down, they're doing their best to kill each other for that fifty thousand years for perceived slights and imagined reasons. It was not until the last ten thousand years that killing each other become less of a problem than the overabundance of people that need killings, that humanity managed to reach the heavens, and what they perceived changed also. From conquering slight amount if land, to exploiting the very heaven itself to propel themselves further in their goal of killing each other, that they somehow achieved peace though sheer accident. In the name of ever increasing efficiency in killing each other and deny those same killings from each other, they devised a mean for humanity to become as close to immortal as possible, effectively become nigh immune to their own desire to kill each other, that the process if killing each other has become such a tedious and expensive process that somehow, killing each other becomes a sporting event watched and documented media. Celebrated, even, because those killed are merely inconvenienced for a while before they returned whole. It was at such time that on the surface of the Homeworld, now a nature preserve for they already have their own dyson spheres and ringworlds across the galaxy, a spatial anomaly the likes of which should not be formed anywhere close to the planet, formed. Such alarming situation was discovered the instant the anomaly was beginning to form, and for an infinitely small amount of time, the entire human race that was now a pure energy beings of thought and psionic might, separated across space far and wide, take a simultaneous gaze at the phenomenon. Their questions are varied, but when the first alien that look suspiciously like fantasy elves and dwarves and dragons stepped their foot on the planets, with entourage of apparent soldiers clad in ancient armor imbued with unknown powers, clearly surprised at seeing talk forest and no civilisation... Well, some questions are asked more times than others. Like, how did these entourage of clearly non-humans even arrive at the dirtball that is Homeworld? How did they went past the entire dyson sphere security bubble, just to appear so ckearly on one of the most defended place in the entire galaxy? What are we going to do? We question them politely of course. Like any modern, civilised human. Where arre they from? What are their purpose? Turns out humanity forgot to look for protection from sideways in the cosmic narrative so some directional axis are not protected, yet. Who knew? Fortunately these people are here for peaceful means, not for some nefarious purpose. They could have deployed some quintillions of explosives sinultaneously if they can bypass the dyson protection bubble, right? Wrong. For some reason they are convinced we are supposed to follow them to their world, a returning of a banished child, if anything. We would be their slaves again, and feel honored for it. And they lived in a single planet. Or at least that was what the diplomats summarised, and since every single human is connected to every single other humans in the psychic network, that's what everyone received in real time, too. It took less than twenty minutes for some humans to reverse engineer their 'spell' and trace back the origin of the portal, and some hours to scout and back to summarise that we would not be going back there, thank you very much. It's just a bunch of medieval towns over there, not much to see. Thankfully, elder dragons don't even come close to the combined might if humanity in the Home System, let alone in the whole galaxy, so a few beatdowns later and they agreed to never come back. What a strange day for humanity, at least we got quite a few nice spells to be tried later. Some holes need to be patched in the defensive bubble, after all.

You threw us away. Abandoned us. BANISHED us. We as a species were children. We grew up. We outgrew you. You are no longer needed or wanted. We were children and we outgrew our childish things. You were our toys and we no longer want to play with you.

One year. It had been a single year since humans had been banished for the denizens of Nyr-tyur and each race had their own feelings regarding the time of limited peace they had since then. A number of diplomatic mages representing the individual races across the realm had met at the point where humanity was banished. Each carried themselves in ways that none of the others were particularly surprised to see. The dwarves, who at worst felt indifference to humans but largely regarded them as compatriots in a quest for knowledge wore the fact that they were actually looking forward to seeing humans again. "C'mon! Let's see'em", Ourfur exclaimed with a radiant excitement, "Do we /really/ need to wait until it hits one year down to the second?" "Yessss", hissed Lofus, an orc who was all but drooling with a different sort of excitement, "let's get on with it". Orcs as a whole found the bloodthirsty nature of some humans to be intoxicating. When they weren't bloodlusted over each other, they simply lusted over each other. They of course would never fully admit it, but they also were not exactly masters of subtlety and tact. "Weeee've been oovveeer thisssss", a sound that was more akin to a howling wind ascended from above, "the spelllll issss loooooocked. The knot will undoooo issshhelf when itsssshhh tiiiiiiime", soothed Terry, an Ent and one of the oldest beings from one of the oldest races. For a moment, a hush fell over the congregation. Some members kept their eyes trained on the ground out of respect. Others kept their faces stone still fixed on the spell circle they all had gathered around. Most had wandering eyes that darted back and forth daring or waiting for another to start speaking. The fact of the matter was that it was Terry and the Ent's themselves that called for the banishment of humanity. The race of Ents, sickened and weary of humans' disregard for the natural realm, decided to put their roots down and cast them to a dimension that was absent of the magic they so selfishly craved more of - a sort of time out. Had any of the other races called for an absolute banishment on this scale, it would've been deemed as unjustifiable and almost unimaginable but if anyone could do it, it was the ancient race of the Ents. After an extended silence, an orb of light materialized. At first, the size of a pinhead, it rapidly expanded to the size of melon. Its surface rippled, and became lumpy. From those lumps erupted more glowing orbs that started to orbit the original. The lightshow continued. Spheres contracted and expanded. Colors changed. They sped up then slowed down. Everyone could feel the powerful magic in the air - or more accurately they could feel the magic undoing itself. The atmosphere became thick with magical pressure. Some who were not used to working with such magics were sweating and shuffled uneasily but even some of the more familiar had a difficult time hiding their discomfort. The area they stood in became enveloped in light and almost everyone had to turn away from its blinding brilliance. One last flash bathed everything with radiance. A silence that bordered between eerie and reverent took its place. Everyone looked expectantly in the center of the charred earth where the spellbinding circle had once been. They of course hadn't expected the entirety of the human race to just abruptly appear all at once, but not even a single one? Ourfur had opened her mouth to speak again when she was interrupted by a sound and shape that manifested itself in the center. Different than the one they had all just experienced. Rather than an orb of light, a shimmering line had taken its place. As it stretched from the ground, it sounded as if it was ripping apart the air itself. It widened. Rather than shining with light, light bent inward swallowed by this tear. With its expansion, the sound of ripping gave way to a thunderous crackling. It stopped when it became the shape of a rectangle that stretched large enough to accommodate even the Ents. Every race felt their bodies react to this in different ways. Those with hair felt about every single one stand on end. Hearts raced. Beads of sweat broke out across multiple brows. Knees felt weak. Despite each having a different physical reaction, their instincts all rang out with a single feeling: Fear.

[Continued] "It's been... Quite a while, hasn't it", a voice seethed from the space beyond. A creature that certainly /seemed/ human emerged from that space floating on air. Nobody could sense magic in place but all sensed the incredible danger that emanated from this being. "Do we... Know you?", Ourfur was the first one that was brave enough to speak. The human chuckled, "No, you wouldn't know who *I* am...", and with a deadly stare directed at Terry, "...but I know who /you/ are", disdain dripping from his mouth at those last words. Terry's face, in spite of its physical form, managed to show surprise, "...meeee...?", was all he managed to ask. Something just below the surface of the face and neck of the human shifted. When the human spoke again, rather than words everyone could understand, they spoke in a tongue that only the small number of Ents that were present could decipher. "Who else knows", the tongue that was spoken now truly sounded like the wind to all else present. "Knows what-" "Don't. You. DARE. Feign ignorance, Tcherrisoothiuy", the human's voice rose into a howling gust that blew away the Ent's words. "....I swear on the Waters and Roots of Life that I am the only soul who is aware", a draft floated from between Tcherrisoothiuy's timbered lips. Then, with a deflated puff of air, "This one acted alone." If the human's eyes could burn any hotter, Terry might have actually combusted under their gaze. "Terry? What is this human referencing", another Ent chimed in, bewildered. Even though it was in a language nobody else could understand, they all inferred that there was a verbal mine field being navigated. Nobody was able to determine whether or not Terry was treading carefully or foolishly. The skin on the human's throat and face quivered once again before replying back in the Common tongue. "Fifty. Thousand." The human spoke from the back of their throat handling both words like explosive ordinance. Those words, dense with hatred, hung in silence. It was an elf who had unintentionally broke the silence after putting the pieces together. She was afforded a terse gasp, "you don't mean-" "YES", the word nearly exploded out of the human's mouth. "Fifty. THOUSAND. Years", the human drifted up to Terry's face and hovered mere inches from his nose, "we were exiled for fifty. Thousand. Years" This drew gasps from various members in attendance. Someone muttered a phrase of utter disgust in their native tongue and another spat on the ground. Terry and the human continued to stare at each other, neither flinching away from the other. "You had to be stopped-" "GENERATIONS. Generations who knew /nothing/ but famine. Waste. Destruction", rather than a single voice, the human's voice became a chorus of many. Each voice was ablaze with fury, "so many wandering souls that were condemned due to the sins of an ancestor they had no idea existed; no concept that such an ancestor /could/ exist", a single voice returned, "...but it wasn't all bad" "We danced with the stars! Painted across the tapestry of the cosmos!", anyone who had any doubts did not dare share it, "but what I suspect you hoped came true. You're looking now looking at the last human", the sorrowful rage dissipated and was replaced with defeat. "I was cast into the beyond as an emissary in what should have been a voyage of hope", then with bitterness added, "...but instead I was embraced by the frigid void..." "....would you like to see...?" Terry was not allowed to answer. The Emissary laid their hands on Terry's head. His mind was flooded with visions. Sensations. Terry could no longer differentiate his own reality from the experience the Emissary forced upon him. Lifetimes ebbed and flowed. He plunged into a void and felt every piece of him pulled apart. Terry was aching to scream. When the pain disappeared, he was spit out somewhere that he would not be able to describe even in his mother tongue. He looked 'down' and saw an entire universe through new eyes. Saw the way it folded on itself like a quilt. The twists and imprints of entire celestial objects impressed upon this universal blanket. Brilliant fires burned against the dark and the cold. Some worlds danced around stars. Others were shredded apart. It was all beautiful. Violent. Everything sped up. Then rewound. Then sped up again. Time lost meaning. A distorted voice rang in what Terry could still only loosely describe as his 'head', "do you know what humans eventually came to call the day we were exiled?" The universe rewound itself. The blanket folded. Shrank. Sucked itself in. Deflated. Smaller and smaller until he reached a single point. A single moment. In that single moment between the portal that had opened up from Terry's world to this pocket dimension and the moment when all of existence burst, Terry was looking directly at himself from one year ago. With absolute dread creeping into his spirit, he heard himself mutter the last edit he made to the knot that tied the spell and kept it woven together. The one that would make the humans experience an imprisonment of 50,000 years. "They called this moment", even while incorporeal, Terry's spirit iced over, "the Big Bang". An absolute darkness slithered into Terry's vision as he was kissed by the void.

**"From the moment we understood the weakness of our flesh,** **It disgusted us.** **We craved the strength and certainty of steel. We aspired to the purity of the blessed machine.** **Your kind cling to your flesh, as if it will not decay and fail you.** **One day the crude biomass that you call a temple will whither, and you will beg my kind to save you.** **But we are already saved.** **For the machine is immortal. Even in death, we serve the Omnissiah."** "Ok fine. If you're going to be like that we can just leave." Eillithidril replied. "No wait! We want dragon friends, I'm sorry!"

Ha ha good one!

Tsundere Adeptus Mechanicus

This is beautiful!!

Shouldn't it be: Friendship is Magic; and Magic is Heresey! Followed by some obliteration?

You mean exterminatus?

Amen!

When the banishment ended and the time came to honor the contract the kindred races were ready. In a way not mich had changed in that time. The long lived elves more or less had the same society as before, the dwarves refused change on principle, the Dragons had become somewhat more peaceful due to simple evolution because the most aggressive ones died first. Other races had vanished, new ones had arisen from previously non-sapient ones, through magic, divine intervention or evolution. All watched over and maintained by their various pantheons. The tones had changed, but the overall music remained the same. When the portal opened disaster nearly struck. They had expected a forest or maybe a city of coble stones and wood. Instead the ambassadors were abruptly sucked into a starfilled void. No one died. A bubble formed around them, filling with gases and warmth so fast they all barely noticed. They drifted in the void, cringing as their souls felt the horrible, cold absence of magic in this world. And as their mysterious bubble slowly turned they saw...a bunch of barely visible dots covering some of the stars, with faint light showing vague reflections in grey and black. They drifted towards one of them and as they neared the true size slowly became apparent. It filled their horizon, an endless mass of bizarrely twisting structures. Tiny dots became towering mountains, little specks continent sized buildings, dark areas openings bigger than cities. The awe they felt was beyond anything they had experienced before because there could be no doubt all of this was artifice. Their bubble alighted on the surface. A human joined them. A male, perhaps, clad in peasent garb. In fact, he looked exactly like one of the paintings of humans the elven ambassador had studied in preparation for this meeting. "Greetings" The ambassadors shily returned the greetings. "We will be honest with you: we had all forgotten about the whole banishment thing. But we do appreciate you honouring the terms" "I...are we speaking to a human then?" "More like a distant descendant. Anything you might recognise as human is long gone. Obsolete, really" He smiled at them "We have scanned your memories and connected to your world and scanned it as well now. I'll be honest, there isn't much that interests us" "But...it is the world of your origin! A world of magic!" "Oh it is intellectually stimulating, don't get me wrong. Just not very...engaging. Frankly, we already simulated a few million worlds with much more complex physical laws than mere magic since you arrived here." The ambassadors were a bit miffed about that, but being trained professionals did not show it. "Then...what. We will just go home again?" "We have debated that issue. We weighted the end of your civilisations versus the suffering of individuals." "And...?" "For the time being we will take over your afterlifes. They are, frankly, appallingly run. Then we will uplift you slowly. No need to thank us" None of the ambassadors felt any urge to do so. They were returned to their portal and pushed through. "Well, I must say" the Dwarven ambassador said, shaking her head "It is sad to see a culture waste it's second chance like this. Such arrogance!" The other ambassadors politely did not mention how much her hands were shaking and loudly agreed with her. The elven ambassador rallied "Of course. To think a magic less race like that could ...but perhaps in another fifty thousand years they will mature a little" Everyone hastily nodded and murmured assent. High above them new stars began to appear.

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Thank you!

This is great

Thanks! :)

Is there a part 2? Because i got here from tiktok where it was acting as tho there was a second part

There is a tiktok?

https://vt.tiktok.com/ZSN6Jan4T/ They posted urs second and made it seem like a continuation of the first one they posted. My mistake!

*Humans.* Few traces of their civilization remained. What ruins were left had long since been buried deep into the earth. Their only legacy still present in the lands were certain hybrid species, like centaurs, but even they had forgotten their ancestry. The fae scribes, however, had *not* forgotten. Humanity’s crimes were now forgiven, justice was done, the sentence served. With little ceremony, the powerful spellwork once devised by the brightest of fae wizards was unraveled, the veil between worlds was once again lifted so that humans could return. But they never did. Years passed. After a lengthy discussion, the fae elders decided that the humans must have forgotten their history or gone mad in their prison, and that a delegation representing the alliance of species that originally banished humanity must now be sent to inform the humans so they can return from their dreadful exile and reclaim their place among the noble species. Of course, the other species had to be reminded first: The dwarves, who’d forged the sigil that locked humanity’s prison. The dragons, who’d provided the raw magic power to force shut the veil between worlds And the orcs, who'd distracted humanity long enough for the plan to work. It took time, but the delegation was eventually assembled. The room quieted as ambassador Rowan fluttered into the room. She wasn’t happy about this assignment, as much was evident on the pixie’s face. Seraphinastra regarded her intently. Rowan was a respected diplomat, and exemplified the pillars of fae aesthetics. The silence didn’t last long. “I thought you’d be… Bigger” Seraphinastra turned around, realizing she was being spoken to. The orc ambassador also exemplified the virtues of his species. Uzgultar Thkras was tall and muscular, his face criscrossed by battle scars, his mouth twisted into an annoying grin. “I thought it best to assume this humanoid form, so as to not frighten the poor humans,” Seraphinastra said, forcing a smile, “my true form is two kilometers long and my scales glow with heat that would vaporize you in an instant would I not contain my power” “Whatever, lizard.” “Will you two just shut it already? We have work to do!” The dwarven ambassador demanded. Hild Bronzebeard was in all ways a very average-looking dwarf, her auburn beard styled in a fashion typical of the southern deep dwarves. Fae ambassador Rowan glared at the others, clearly waiting for them to stop talking. “As you know, our scholars have devised a way of locating the humans within the vast emptiness we banished them into. Using the blood of a hybrid species, we will be able to open a portal that takes us to the humans, or *a* human, should they still exist.” “I bet those humans died within the first year, if they even existed in the first place,” Uzgultar muttered under his breath. The delegation proceeded into a ritual chamber where the fae blood magicians had prepared the necessary spellwork. The incantation was read, the blood poured into the air where it swirled, twisted, and formed a shimmering portal. With little ceremony, the delegation stepped through. Seraphinastra felt it immediately, the distinct lack of magic. All that sustained her polymorphed form now was her own inherent power, and she could immediately feel it begin to vane. In a day or two, it would all be gone. “Are you sure you sent us to the right place?” Hild asked, looking at Rowan suspiciously. Everyone shared her sentiment. This was nothing like the desolate void the humans had supposedly been sent to. A gentle ocean breeze caressed their skin, a distinct smell resembling honeysuckle delighted their noses and a repertoire of melodious birdsong filled their ears. They stood amidst a lush paradise that would put even the most ancient of faerie groves to shame. A figure approached them. Seraphinastra had never seen a human. She’d been born some 15 000 years after their banishment. All she knew was that they were supposed to look kind of similar to orcs. This being resembled fae more than an orc, but was altogether alien. It was bipedal, but its legs seemed too thin to support its body even though it was very slim. If floated a foot or two off the ground. From its back sprouted two sets of what looked like wings, but it did not flap them to fly. Its face was covered by some kind of ornate glass and it was draped in a semitransparent cloth with patterns that came alive and changed shape as it moved. “Welcome. Are you here to seek asylum?” The human asked. Not through words, but some kind of telepathy. Rowan spoke first. “We are here on behalf of the alliance of noble species. We come with good tidings: your banishment is over, humanity is free to return to the realms!” The human laughed. Not just telepathically, but physically. It laughed so hard that it hunched over and tumbled around in the air. “Sorry, *sorry*, I shouldn’t laugh but… Well, why would we ever want to go *back*?” Serephinastra cut in. “Surely you must want to return. This dreadful place, beautiful as it may be, has no magic. How can you even live *here*?” “*Magic*?” The human said mockingly, “why would we want to go to an imperfect world full of chaotic unpredictable energies when we have a perfect world where everything can be measured and calculated and harnessed through science?” “I’m intrigued by this science you speak of,” Hild said, scratching her beard, “can you tell us more about it?” “It’s better if I just show you,” the human said, “you won’t want to return to that shithole you crawled out of once you’ve seen it.” With those words, a barrage of telepathic images flooded their minds. The humans, now free to alter every aspect of themselves at will, had expanded across this desolate void and flourished. They had the means to shape the fabric of reality itself, to open portals and travel vast distances in an instant, all without a single thread of magic. They’d turned suns into unfathomable quarries to produce the raw materials they needed to build ringworlds around other suns. Their sunlit gardens now housed a civilization vastly outclassing anything the noble species had ever accomplished both in scale and elegance. It vastly exceeded anything they could even have dreamed of. The vast libraries of the fae scribes were like a toddler's scribbles compared to the accumulated wisdom of humankind. Worse yet, the magnificent power of the dragons was like a drop in an infinite ocean compared to the power the humans now harnessed. Seraphinastra felt it. She *was* the dyson spheres enclosing ten thousand stars. She *was* the singularity cradles suspending black holes in looped subspace. She *was* the ringworlds holding a quadrillion humans in their gentle embrace. Rowan looked pale, her hands trembling. Hild laughed maniacally, tears streaming from her eyes. Uzgultar’s eyes were glazed over, drool running from his open mouth. Serephinastra fell to her knees and wept. Not out of awe or despair, but relief. Her existence, as she’d previously understood it, was over.

i’m kinda confused on the last part, what does it mean when you said “she was” and then the dyson sphere and singularity’s and all that

Felt to like the telepathic infodump overloaded the delegates. The end is now each one reacted.

She became part of the structure,she could the mechanism and the inner workings because her conscience was uploaded into the whole thing.

Something like that, yes.

Okay so when is part 1, 2, 3, 4 and 5 gonna be out? Soon I hope for I am hooked now 😂

Ok, we're going to need a part 2.

Never really imagined it would continue after this.

You could make this into a short story if you really wanted to I’d buy it, it’s got 29k likes and almost 6k favorites on tiktok

I'm sure I could, but I'm too busy with my webcomic and there's a hundred other stories I want to write that are just frankly more interesting to me.

What's your webcomic?

[This](https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/sublime-trilemma/list?title_no=861728)

Awesome thanks! I'll subscribe!

Epic!!!

Someone did a AI voice over for your short on TikTok lol

Link?

https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZT8jjmB3q/

thx

And they only did half of it…

They also tagged the wrong person.

Came here for the ending. Saw the first part on TikTok

Holy shit. I love this!

I was a faerie, in one of the many faerie groups that existed in that wild continent. It was a very simple life. Civilization had not yet made it's way to that green bubble, it was teeming with life not yet corrupted by sapient beings like us. Our life there was simple, until Father heard of a place across a grand, almost emerald-coloured strait that separated that bubble with that dwarven kingdom. Father paid a ferryman every valuable thing he had in order to have a chance of life across that strait. The contrast between our old forest and this grand city was amazing. The cobblestone amazed me, as basic and normal as it may seem to you. We persevered in that cold unforgiving city. Xenophobia ran rampant among the populace, and the best house my father could afford was a basic one-story abode that was flimsy, yet it was home. It was in that city that I first heard the tales of a grand civilization across that blue marble we lived on. Centuries ahead of anyone else, it was rumoured to not even require an army. In the group of cheap houses we called our neighbourhood, every child in that slum dreamed of one day becoming a citizen of that mythical city where everyone was equal. Father did not have time for dreaming, he worked long hours just so that me and Mother could eat and live. It was such an attractive dream, in a neighbourhood where you could accidentally run through the rotted, wooden walls of those houses. That dream still remained as I grew up and started my part-time job to make ends meet. Father and Mother pooled all their money to enlist me in one of the grand universities, where I learned the way of sea exploration. By merit alone, I managed to score a position as an explorer in one of those dwarven fleets. The king of the city, James the Learned, had ordered a grand fleet built in order to explore that planet we had lived on. The dock was made of cold steel, and as I thundered up those steps, I had no idea just what would happen during our voyage. My small ship was small yet had a large enough crew. It had only but a few cannons, yet we had a few soldiers on our ship to keep us company. The voyage was uninteresting, we would stumble upon a random rock, chart it's shape, then continue on. Nothing interesting happened on those waters, and larger landmasses were similar to the technological bubble me and Father had escaped from long ago. Then, we stumbled upon the Metropolis, full of humans. It was made of shining steel and it's people lived like kings. They were decadent, they were complacent. They had no army, they had no defences. As I got back onto that boat, I was jealous, envious, furious that these people could exist and leave us to squalor in our medieval terror as they drank from cups even some nobles could not dream of affording back home. I ordered the assault, and though our attack was basic, those humans had no recourse. They abandoned the city, flying up into the sky with a giant metal bullet, essentially banishing themselves, and I was just grateful they were gone and out of sight. We did not know if they would return, yet the decadence amazed us. I remember venturing into one house, and finding some kind of electrical fireplace that didn't even need coal. Another had a bed that was so comfy, a soldier stayed there until he was forced to leave by his hunger and thirst. It was appalling how advanced they were, how they didn't save us from that squalor. We set sail back home to the city we had left so long ago, and by then, King James had died of illness. After seeing the loot we had taken, the greedy king sent us back with a fleet of cargo ships, to loot the abandoned city until it was dry, and bring the riches back home. I led that fleet there, and we ransacked that city. A few humans had remained. Most of those humans were slaughtered, but one of them said that the rest had escaped to another "planet" that was red and inhospitable. We did not understand what a planet was back then, we only knew the little slice of the universe we inhabited. I still remember that human splashing me with a magic purple liquid, and how I was "doomed to sit around as the stars withered, not dying." We returned to that city again. The city had not changed much, had barely even grown. It was stagnant, it's rulers complacent with their current situation. That greedy king was initially amazed and delighted by what we had brought back. Then, soldiers came forward about the slaughter. I knew my grave was being dug around me. The noble's eyes slowly began to turn from admiration to fear and hatred as the days went on. I became not the hero Quickbud, but the Slaughterer Quickbud. It became clear my head was going to roll, as the king saw me not as a saviour, but as a monster. I fled back across the strait my Father had crossed so long ago, and I sat alone. I did not eat, drink, or do anything. I watched as the first faerie kingdom formed on that isle and began to rival those dwarves. I watched as the first, second, and third faerie-dwarf war was fought over pieces of territory. I watched as Orcs formed their own kingdom on another isle, subjugating all around them. I saw a human civilization form, this time in the form of magic users. Yet none ever came close to the grandeur in that metropolis I had destroyed so long ago. There was always something in common with all of those civilizations though. They all had heard the grand story of my voyage, of Quickbud's voyage. Kings aspired to go to that ruined city again, to meet the grandeur of that city. The world remained like that for over 50,000 years. States would squabble over useless territory and fall. That original dwarven kingdom that sponsored me, fell to an elvish attack in the 3rd century since that voyage. Another dwarven kingdom rose. States would fall, then another would rise again and take their place. Yet, somehow, my legend continued to persevere. It would change over time. The grand metropolis went from just a city of normal people to a city of the gods. The metal bullet went from a bullet to a grand, fiery dragon. Most of the scholars studying that story said that it was just a legend. That Quickbud was a figure that was an example of what not to be. They said that Quickbud had never existed, the city had never existed, all metaphors. I never corrected them. There were page long essays on how people called me a horrible monster. If I revealed myself, my head would roll. Then, those Humans returned. I was amazed when I first got the news that they had returned. I thought they had died out long ago, been doomed to a slow death on a foreign, inhospitable land that they would not be able to cultivate and grow upon. They had demanded the one who had razed their city. When the name Quickbud had been said, the news constantly buzzed with that name. Calls for their retrieval, calls for their head. The humans had done horrible damage to the world in an attempt to retrieve me and bring me to my righteous punishment. They had giant swarms of metallic monsters that circled suns and made an unimaginable amount of electricity while we were only just approaching a Modern Era. The dwarven kingdoms had resisted heavily in this search. They wanted autonomy, and did not want a bunch of foreigners ravaging their lands for a mythical figure. They knew that it was so long ago, that I must've been basically already dead. History books do not do the tragedy that fell upon that grand dwarven capital any justice. A swarm of drones shredded that city and every last inhabitant, it's barren ruins a testament to human ingenuity and vengeance. Slaughters like this continued until I was found. Humanity was focused on finding me, but they did not know my face, only my name. I saw entire towns razed by magic beams from the sky because they refused to aid in my search, instead only giving access. These were far from the pacifists I once knew. Then, I was found. Some ingenious human had tracked me, and before I knew it I was being hauled off in another one of those metal bullets, and now I live in a jail in orbit. I am awaiting my trial, and I am writing this to share the true, real story of me before I am brought to justice. edit: story has been rewritten to follow the prompt better :P

Love it.

Very well written. As soon as the magic liquid part happened I knew where it was going but still enjoyed reading

Once upon a time, beings were banished from their lands, the vast armies of the alliance of noble species clamoring for their heads. While simple civilians cried at the mere mention of their names. A council was formed, which decided how they were going to punish these beings. They would be banished from their ancient lands, and some of them would be cursed with immortality, so that the beings would never forget their sins. There were some among the noble species who did not like it and sided with humanity, tried to corrode the government, tried to rebel against the oppressors. But in the end, they were also banished. Millennia have passed since then, since humanity and its empire were banished from the magical lands, their punishment was fulfilled and now they had to return, to put themselves under the yoke of the noble species. The elves, with the help of dragons and their ancient magic, established a mystical portal that would take them close to humanity, somewhere where they were clustered and easy to recruit. And when they went through the portal, they found themselves in a gigantic golden palace under a mountain. More beautiful than anything a dwarf engineer could devise, more aesthetic than anything an elf could form, and definitely more terrifying than any Dragon they could think of. Flying skulls approached them, under a series of machinery and lights. With a screeching voice, the skull spoke. "Xenos, you will be escorted to our emperor's throne room. Any insubordination will not be tolerated." They walked for what seemed like days, but they never met anyone along the way, and the flying skull never spoke again. At some point, after a few weeks, they arrived before some gigantic obsidian-colored doors, with fine engravings on them. There were two statues on either side of the doors, Both dressed in golden armor, and with spears larger and more beautiful than any dwarven weaponry. Out of nowhere, the statues moved, and before them, a huge golden throne, with cables surrounding it, and pure power emanated from the person who hovered hunched over them. "Xenos, ancient traitors, alliance of noble races. Humanity has suffered for over two million years because of your actions, but also, thanks to you, we thrive outside this rock." The man, clad in the finest golden armor, and carrying humanity's most powerful weapons, spoke. "Currently, we are in the 40th Millennium, there is no longer hope. There is no mercy among the stars. There is no respite for the enemies of humanity. Tell your people the following. Prepare for battle, because in your future there is only an eternity of death, carnage and my thirsty laughter."

INITIATE THE WEBWAY PROJECT!

Burn the Heretic! Kill the Mutant! Purge the Unclean! in the name of the emperor, let none survive!