These are not the stories small children are told in the evenings by the fire. They are definitely not the stories used to send babes to sleep across Thylea. The frescoes in the mausoleum show blood thirsty men, men buying favour with gold, men selling their souls to the Titans. We all saw it coming but I for one didn’t quite want to believe it. We all saw the leftovers of the battle Estor waged against the gygans, almost erasing them from this land. As vicious as they may be, there is very little reason to wipe out a whole race. Yet, so strong are the stories we’ve been told we refused to see the reality of his cold blooded massacre. And as much as I mock Kyrah she’s truly done a great job of that.
Desperation in defending your own kind is almost understandable as a reason behind their actions. Money and power aren’t but they are weaknesses we all share. Selling your soul to Sydon truly makes very little sense. So how far can you fall? And how? They say that he who fights monsters should see to it that he himself does not become a monster. What does that mean for us, is it a warning or a prophecy for our future?