|Over the Hill
Author: Aesc PM
Nightmares...or maybe not.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Horror - Chapters: 2 - Words: 511 - Reviews: 1 - Updated: 03-03-05 - Published: 12-14-04 - id: 1782409
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They were old before time begun, and sleeping, dreamed us into being. We are their children, children of a sort, if you will.
And time, as it always does, passed, and we grew, and learned, becoming more than what they made us, more than merely toys, pets, servants. And they watched, but did nothing; for our maturation suited their needs, better servants, more intelligent pets. So they smiled at us, condescending, a mere child race, as dust in their immortal eye.
In their arrogance, their confidence in their superiority, sure that we adored them; they did not see the discontent that grew as we did. We saw that they had, and we had not, and we wanted. Desire. They did not see past the artificial smiles, the poison hiding behind a façade of innocence. Or at least if they saw, they refused to believe. And it became too much.
It brought about revolution. One day it became too much, so intolerable, so unbearable that we rose against them, taking what we could, destroying what we could not. There was war then, their amusement turning quick into distrust. We, of course had long despised them, but it had been hidden well, skilled deceivers that we were. As to be expected, there were those that protected their former masters, and vice versa, but such were few and far between, for soon there was too much blood shed to forgive.
Thus war (of a sort) was waged, for unused as we were to surviving on our own, outside palace walls and silk sheets we died like flies. Since our only advantage lay in numbers, they hardly had to lift a finger to be rid of us. This 'war' dragged on for years, generations for us, but doubtless only a blink of an eye for them.
Unsurprisingly, we lost. When we realised that our numbers had dwindled to barely a few hundred, we fled desperation driving us to work what little magic we knew to walk the spaces between the worlds. And when we finally found a land suited to our needs we settled there in an uneasy peace, eking out a living, jumping at shadows and always, always looking over our shoulders, ready to run at a moments notice.