I would have lived in peace. But my enemies brought me war.
I watch twelve hundred of their strongest sons and daughters.
Listening to a pitiless Golden man speak between great marble
pillars. Listening to the beast who brought the ame that gnaws at
my heart.
“All men are not created equal,” he declares. Tall, imperious, an
eagle of a man. “The weak have deceived you. They would say the
meek should inherit the Earth. That the strong should nurture the
gentle. This is the Noble Lie of Demokracy. The cancer that
poisoned mankind.”
His eyes pierce the gathered students. “You and I are Gold. We
are the end of the evolutionary line. We tower above the esh heap
of man, shepherding the lesser Colors. You have inherited this
legacy,” he pauses, studying faces in the assembly. “But it is not
free.
“Power must be claimed. Wealth won. Rule, dominion, empire
purchased with blood. You scarless children deserve nothing. You
do not know pain. You do not know what your forefathers sacriced
to place you on these heights. But soon, you will. Soon, we will
teach you why Gold rules mankind. And I promise, of those among
you, only those t for power will survive.”
But I am no Gold. I am a Red.
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He thinks men like me weak. He thinks me dumb, feeble,
subhuman. I was not raised in palaces. I did not ride horses through
meadows and eat meals of hummingbird tongues. I was forged in
the bowels of this hard world. Sharpened by hate. Strengthened by
love.
He is wrong.
None of them will survive.
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