Disclaimers:
1) This is an Archived post, it was originally written and published in 2013
2) This is a side story for my fictional universe for which no comprehensive unifying work exists. But it may be interesting anyway.
Klick.
The broadcast ended, leaving several dozens of people baffled. The
tallest man in their ranks flapped to the ground. Karen slowly turned
her head, looking at the man sitting on the ground, hanging his head.
“Mastakov, who was that woman?” she mumbled. Slowly the tall man
looked up “That, was Pan Laifgaim. And he was a colleague of mine.
No! A friend. Once, a long time ago.” tears started to run down his
face “Thousands of years ago, he was there with me when we split
the world, and made new rules for it.” Karen was baffled. This was
the first time she had seen that man cry. The very man that appointed
so many people as new wardens to watch the world in his stead, the
very man that had let them run into their misery, question themselves
and allowed them to hurt others. Seeing that man just sit there, with
tears on his face was not only new, it was also unreal, like
something not meant to be that way. “That Karen, was a Temporal
Herald.” said Senzaro, a young man of about Karen's size. He walked
up to Karen and laid his hand on her shoulder “And don't worry
about the pronouns, remember, we're not a bigendered culture, and as
we are practically genderless, so is that man, if you want to call
him that. He describes the empathist's downfall, he is what happens
when Timewardens move away from their path of empathy. When they have
to fill the hole in their hearts with something else.” quickly
Karen turned around, facing the man “What is it about this empathy
thing anyway?” she turned around to face the rest of the group of
people in the room. Another young man with scruffy dark brown hair, a
much smaller white haired boy in the corner of the room, silently
watching the scene, and a woman with orange hair, about a head
smaller than Karen. Her girlfriend Mina. “Cydric” she looked at
the boy in the corner “you told me this culture is about empathy
and love, how can people like that man exist? That sadist talked
about killing my people, and trampling over their corpses without so
much as a whimper.”
