//------------------------------// // TimeframeError: Log-End 3 // Story: Remnants, Forgotten. // by AnkhOmega //------------------------------// ..||.. Personal Log: High Overseer Vaark'un. … … … Attention. Unauthorised access to this article shall be treated as high treason. … … … Log-End-3: I've been putting this off. It's a dishonourable action considering what I must do after I finish. But I will not die before I finish this. As I have said, we were getting desperate. It's clear to me how the idea came about, we were sacrificing so much already and having such little effect. So why not sacrifice more? Kill ourselves off before Galaxia could wipe us out? One colony wove a spell linked to the lifeforce of every living being on it's surface. It took Galaxia's wing, but left a dead world behind. We finally had a way to hurt it. We were ecstatic. We ignored the loss of a colony for the result of a hit. We didn't think about the fact that Galaxia might become angry, like any wounded beast. It swept through all that we had until we had twenty worlds left. I ordered seven closest colonies to Elseria to copy the spell, fully intent on sacrificing them to stop the creature for our vengeance. I let the outer worlds fall, drawing it in. The sundering spell unleashed simultaneously, seven beams of glorious light burst from dying worlds. They struck with furious anger and, we thought, destroyed the creature. It exploded. The shockwave of energy swept through what was left of the our worlds. It knocked our networks offline, we were completely blind and unable to talk to any other worlds, but we celebrated. Trillions were dead, but we cheered at the death of our enemy. We thought we could rebuild. We thought we had time now that our foe was vanquished. That was when the Aspects hit. I do not know what they are, but they look like miniature versions of Galaxia. Two of them hit Elseria, the Aspect of Light and the Aspect of Dark. Light was another pale white, billowing mane, horn and large wings. Dark was a little smaller, dark blue in colour with a mane that seemed to hold the stars within it. I presume the remaining colonies suffered similar fates. I doubt we were lucky enough to only create two of these horrors. We were cautious when they crashed into us, paranoid even. We mobilised every weapon we had, to try and prevent them from attacking first. It wasn't enough. They may only have a fraction of the power of Galaxia, but it was more than enough. Our military was destroyed within the week. Within the month the Aspect of Light had seized our sun, Dark had our moon. Our tides rose at Dark's whim, flooding our homes and bases. Our crops burned under the sun as Light boiled our seas and burned our cities. Within the year, we were gone. There was barely a city left, no villages, no towns, nothing. Just a scattering of hidden emergency bunkers. I was stored away in Bunker Alpha, our oldest and strongest. They wiped out our race. As far as I know, I am the only one left. Forgive me for being brief, but I have already dwelt on this as much as I care to. If you really must know everything, and if the library still stands...The access to to the restricted archives is VU-201-EKJ-746. Be wary. Most of that knowledge is sealed for a reason. Now I must be off. This shall be my last log. It's time to pay the price for my failures. In her name. End-of-log … … … ..//..