Kirret 241 // 6 // 005OWL

My generation. We are the stuff of legends. The truth deemed painful and horrific enough to be worth remembering. We saw the first fires start, and we'll be the ones to see them burn out. We saw our parents as they were cut down at their knees by vicious rulers.

First, I am not a traitor.
I have been given a plan from the gods, and that plan makes no mention to the government we have running us.
They, the government, who refuses to do anything. They, who do not deserve their power. They, bribed and biased, who don't deserve to be saved.
But I've got the plans. And I'm going to change the world.
No, that's a lie. I'm going to change everything.

Second, the compass.
It stopped being true at around the time when we ran out of oil, clean drinking water and patience. It feels like an eternity has passed since, but it hasn't. It happened a mere 30 rotations ago
My Papi gave the broken compass to me as a gift, with the notion that I could fix it the way I fix everything else.
He wasn't wrong, I did indeed fix it, but the only problem is that is doesn't work on Our Earth.
It's ready for the stars.

Third, Olympus is a lie.
The ships itself exists and is ready to go whenever we are. Which we never truly will be. Naturally, I know all about how it works - a delicate combination of both light and magic. Not party magic either. The real stuff.
The dangerous stuff.

But Olympus and everything it stands for... it is a lie.
A clever lie designed to give hope to a society that is already dead.

My Mama, before she was burned atom by atom, she believed in hope. She believed that the Last War really would be the last one. She believed that the government wouldn't lead us astray. She believed that there was something out there worth finding.

But there's not.

There's nothing.

Nothing amongst the burning rubble of Our Earth.
Nothing hidden behind the stars and asteroid belts.

Nothing.

Nothing but a broken compass, tentative hope and a sketchy-looking plan written out by the gods.

When history repeats itself - and it will - no one will remember my name. And perhaps that's for the best. The things that my generation has seen, the things that we've survived... no one should have to live with that.

But, when. It comes down to it...
You will remember what I did.

I was the one who stood tall in front of a corrupt government and told them the truth.
The truth that if they don't change.

We will.

Because that's what my generation does. We change, and we adapt to the hell we've been given.
We are the children of a war-torn planet who survive despite the world dying under our very fingertips.
We are the legends that will be remembered.
We are the hope.

We are the Olympians.

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The gods of old are gone
And so, bleeds out the earth
We've stripped her of her resources
She has nothing left of worth
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