Dear Diary 15
July 16th 2009 20:26
Dear Diary,
I'm exhausted. The day was long and hot; summer is definitely setting in. It will be a brutal summer. The fighting is so tiring, such sweaty work. My eyes are drooping but I have things I need to say; things I must get out of my mind, thoughts I must let loose into the world.
Life is a beautiful thing... why must we destroy it? The Demon seeks to control all life, but this is not his place. He cannot have that kind of power. No God or Goddess holds that power; not even Astarael, the most powerful Goddess, who rules the entire realm of Death, is that powerful. They are not meant to be. Whoever created the Great Council all those milennia ago intended for the Gods to work together.
They wanted the Gods to have to work together to control life, to make things happen. And the Gods created us Elves as allies more than servants. It is the humans who are the true servants; the Demon simply wants them all to be his servants.
But why? Why would he want to control it? I do not understand this lust for power. I do not even seek the throne of my own people, though if it falls to me I will take the throne with honour. What is so alluring about controlling the entire world? For this is always what the Demon has truly wanted. It was simply not meant to be. Though the Council created all the races, whoever created them gave them guidelines; among these was that the sects have different kingdoms.
They worked together on our creation, but we are more friends than followers. Though we do not all know the Gods closely, and we do worship them, we are closer to their level of power; this was as it was intended to be. And then they separated into groups to work on the kingdoms.
It was when the Demon said that those who truly worshipped him would be powerful and those who did not truly follow would be enslaved by the others that the fighting in the Council began. When the system of slavery in Fidolius was built, the Council began to fall apart. Finally, he gave up; he would not change his mind and he would not change theirs. And so he and the Shadow left the council permanently, and there was nothing left.
The Demon and the Shadow once sat on seats now left empty in the great Council hall in Phoenix. It was after they left that Rasie ascended to become a Goddess, that Astarael was born from the ashes of their destruction.
At first the different sects of the Gods had peace. They were still allies, but no longer the same group; they no longer worked so closely together. They simply focused on building their separate groups of humans, but still spoke, and occasionally still met with each other when work needed to be done that neither group could do alone.
And then the Demon got greedy. He watched Appollinia being built, very slowly over centuries; he watched their people go from roaming groups to farmers, eventually building a kingdom. A bloodline was planted by the Triad which would rule for centuries, a very powerful magical human line that the Fidolians simply did not match.
He wanted them to follow him. He wanted worship, and not just from his people. For their worship was strong, but the more a God is worshipped, the more that God becomes stronger. And he wants strength. The Demon wants to overpower our Gods, who look down upon his savage ways; who disapprove his cruelty. In his mind he is better than they are, than they ever will be, because the rich are satisfied. Those who follow him devoutly gain power and riches.
He wants to prove to them that he is 'better'. But he does not understand that neither group is truly better-both are needed. Both have a purpose, and they are separate purposes; and both have separate ideals. He thinks he is better because the rich are so loyal to him, but he does not see the difference between the nations for what it truly is.
In Appollinia, no man or woman is forced to worship the Gods; there are no slaves. But the humans of Appollinia worship the Gods because they are kind, because they are really there. The Gods do not reveal themselves to just anyone-but enough have seen them. And though not all of their most devout worshippers are rich, they are all satisfied by the kindness the Gods show.
The Demon does not see what this truly means, and I doubt he ever will. He will keep trying to destroy Appollinia, to conquer it, to control all three races until he has either succeeded or been destroyed entirely. I do not know how one goes about destroying a God; but I fear that that is the only way he will ever truly stop fighting to control Appollinia.
These are things I have been thinking about since last night; things I have wondered. Things I will never figure out to any extent more than what I have already realized. But things I needed to get out onto paper before I could sleep peacefully.
Now I am finished. My mind can rest for a night, and that is what it needs at this moment in time.
~Alaendril
I'm exhausted. The day was long and hot; summer is definitely setting in. It will be a brutal summer. The fighting is so tiring, such sweaty work. My eyes are drooping but I have things I need to say; things I must get out of my mind, thoughts I must let loose into the world.
Life is a beautiful thing... why must we destroy it? The Demon seeks to control all life, but this is not his place. He cannot have that kind of power. No God or Goddess holds that power; not even Astarael, the most powerful Goddess, who rules the entire realm of Death, is that powerful. They are not meant to be. Whoever created the Great Council all those milennia ago intended for the Gods to work together.
They wanted the Gods to have to work together to control life, to make things happen. And the Gods created us Elves as allies more than servants. It is the humans who are the true servants; the Demon simply wants them all to be his servants.
But why? Why would he want to control it? I do not understand this lust for power. I do not even seek the throne of my own people, though if it falls to me I will take the throne with honour. What is so alluring about controlling the entire world? For this is always what the Demon has truly wanted. It was simply not meant to be. Though the Council created all the races, whoever created them gave them guidelines; among these was that the sects have different kingdoms.
They worked together on our creation, but we are more friends than followers. Though we do not all know the Gods closely, and we do worship them, we are closer to their level of power; this was as it was intended to be. And then they separated into groups to work on the kingdoms.
It was when the Demon said that those who truly worshipped him would be powerful and those who did not truly follow would be enslaved by the others that the fighting in the Council began. When the system of slavery in Fidolius was built, the Council began to fall apart. Finally, he gave up; he would not change his mind and he would not change theirs. And so he and the Shadow left the council permanently, and there was nothing left.
The Demon and the Shadow once sat on seats now left empty in the great Council hall in Phoenix. It was after they left that Rasie ascended to become a Goddess, that Astarael was born from the ashes of their destruction.
At first the different sects of the Gods had peace. They were still allies, but no longer the same group; they no longer worked so closely together. They simply focused on building their separate groups of humans, but still spoke, and occasionally still met with each other when work needed to be done that neither group could do alone.
And then the Demon got greedy. He watched Appollinia being built, very slowly over centuries; he watched their people go from roaming groups to farmers, eventually building a kingdom. A bloodline was planted by the Triad which would rule for centuries, a very powerful magical human line that the Fidolians simply did not match.
He wanted them to follow him. He wanted worship, and not just from his people. For their worship was strong, but the more a God is worshipped, the more that God becomes stronger. And he wants strength. The Demon wants to overpower our Gods, who look down upon his savage ways; who disapprove his cruelty. In his mind he is better than they are, than they ever will be, because the rich are satisfied. Those who follow him devoutly gain power and riches.
He wants to prove to them that he is 'better'. But he does not understand that neither group is truly better-both are needed. Both have a purpose, and they are separate purposes; and both have separate ideals. He thinks he is better because the rich are so loyal to him, but he does not see the difference between the nations for what it truly is.
In Appollinia, no man or woman is forced to worship the Gods; there are no slaves. But the humans of Appollinia worship the Gods because they are kind, because they are really there. The Gods do not reveal themselves to just anyone-but enough have seen them. And though not all of their most devout worshippers are rich, they are all satisfied by the kindness the Gods show.
The Demon does not see what this truly means, and I doubt he ever will. He will keep trying to destroy Appollinia, to conquer it, to control all three races until he has either succeeded or been destroyed entirely. I do not know how one goes about destroying a God; but I fear that that is the only way he will ever truly stop fighting to control Appollinia.
These are things I have been thinking about since last night; things I have wondered. Things I will never figure out to any extent more than what I have already realized. But things I needed to get out onto paper before I could sleep peacefully.
Now I am finished. My mind can rest for a night, and that is what it needs at this moment in time.
~Alaendril
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