| part 5: the sentinel |
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| back in medieval times there were people called sentinels. while the city slept they stood at the gates watching, always watching the blankness of the cold night in which they stood. and when enemies were coming they would raise the alarm, so no one was caught unprepared. there were such people in my time as well, and they warned us and warned us and warned us again... but we wanted to sleep, we wanted the murky comforts of our dreams. it was so much easier to believe that since we thought things had always been a certain way, they always would be. we could deal with our problems some other day, when it suited us to do so. there was no rush. and so we shunned our sentinels and ignored their dire prophecies because with withered hands and faces blackened by what they had seen, they told us all along that the threat came not from some foreign army storming our homelands they told us that we were the ones destroying ourselves. |
after the fall
