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Part 2: Photonic History
Wednesday, January 11th, 2006 by admiralThe time is not known to any who, in mortal flesh, still draw breath. We who dare to remember our history, still to tell it, place its beginning in spring without regard for season because spring is the best time to talk of birth in the midst of the fading stench of death. Each new world rises by feeding on the rotting corpse of the one that came before it. This is no less true of our world than any before or since. Conflict cannot be avoided while both the newborn and the dying cling to the same life.
In that time, men who would come to be called monsters by the reasoning of monsters, came to life in the light that could no longer be seen by the world around them. Their younger years were offered up to a disease which had no name. Neither mind nor body knew health even as both were stronger in these few than most others in the world that claimed them. It could be said true that they were no more claimed by their world than they claimed the age to which they were born. These chosen few were born to lay waste to the poison that was killing the world around them.
Their leader is now known by many names because even he, in his time, had forgotten his true name. Far from the strongest of his clan, his mark on history is that he saw the disease for what it was. He saw in his brothers a sickness of the soul. They had been born to a time which knew no future and feared purpose. Giving his clan a drive to live made Joshua the most noted and least known part of the history of his time.
