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It's never quiet.
Most of us have lost the ability to hear yet still we yell our screeching silent cries.
Once we had names or maybe designations like stars on an admiral's jacket. We were an army. Vast and deep as the ocean. We huddled in our ignorance. Cold and stone-like. Forgotten and dumb.
Until she came.
Soul as black as the night with no stars. Eyes like emerald chips. Burning. Always burning. We followed that fire and were warmed.
She gave us flight. She gave us wind and sky and screeching battle.
She did not give us light. She never promised us that.
We killed as she willed. She had only to point a green finger and something would die. She gave us thirst only blood quenched.
We were content in the gray dark sky.
Then light came. Red flame. A lion's roar. The scorch of hay and stink of oil.
Dark all of us dark now. In that pitch black we emerged from. Punished forevermore. We remember.
Born to darkness. Born to pain and blind howling misery. Born to remember.
We die and are reborn. We remember rending and eating our brothers. The taste of their bone and flesh in our mouths. We remember when our death comes. Fangs and spit in our eyes. Spidery paws pulling our skin apart.
Above all we remember our mistress. Her death in that acid hollow. Her bones and skin melting as she screamed for us. For her there was an end.
For us there will never be.
We are creatures made of her will and we have failed her.