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May. 13th, 2019 05:49 pmI’ve been bouncing this premise around since I was ten years old. I’ve never found a good way to use it, though:
They call us the mad ones, when they talk of us at all. They say we’re some kind of stunted elves. Shorter, fatter, far less graceful, with rounded ears that lack an elf’s leaf-like points. Probably disfigured in whatever magical accident destroyed our minds.
They call us crazy, because we know that another world came before this one. Before elves and mer and demons, there was a time when us mad ones were the only race. Our cities covered the planet. Our industries built ever-more-advanced techologies. Then the people around us started to shift, bodies and minds warping into new forms, and in a matter of months, they had forgotten their old lives. Forgotten us. They had no place for these strangers who claimed to be their friends and family, and no way to respond to our words, other than to call us mad.
They call us dangerous, because we see where the old world yet lingers. A wall in their world is solid, but in ours, it was never repaired, and we walk right through. A dragon spits fire, and we shimmer and vanish, safe in a world where there are no dragons. They say we’re so distorted, we can warp reality itself. Pull it out of shape to match our delusions. But we know we’re not the ones who’ve been deluded into seeing a false world.
Above all, they call us terrifying, because sometimes, we can make them see the old world, too.
They call us the mad ones, when they talk of us at all. They say we’re some kind of stunted elves. Shorter, fatter, far less graceful, with rounded ears that lack an elf’s leaf-like points. Probably disfigured in whatever magical accident destroyed our minds.
They call us crazy, because we know that another world came before this one. Before elves and mer and demons, there was a time when us mad ones were the only race. Our cities covered the planet. Our industries built ever-more-advanced techologies. Then the people around us started to shift, bodies and minds warping into new forms, and in a matter of months, they had forgotten their old lives. Forgotten us. They had no place for these strangers who claimed to be their friends and family, and no way to respond to our words, other than to call us mad.
They call us dangerous, because we see where the old world yet lingers. A wall in their world is solid, but in ours, it was never repaired, and we walk right through. A dragon spits fire, and we shimmer and vanish, safe in a world where there are no dragons. They say we’re so distorted, we can warp reality itself. Pull it out of shape to match our delusions. But we know we’re not the ones who’ve been deluded into seeing a false world.
Above all, they call us terrifying, because sometimes, we can make them see the old world, too.
