He came as our savior. Promising deliverance to us meek who suffered the most in this world of hell. His light guided us, and for a time, life returned—birth returned. We elders watched as generations after ever grew out and became strong. For a time there was hope, until we were betrayed by our own, or rather he who pretended to be us. The great one. He became frenzy, and looked to us as his ripe garden. Hope was long lost when I too joined in on the feast.
