03-19-2016, 08:16 PM
Eon rode across the savanna, the sun was still low on the horizon. The wind felt relaxing upon his face. He wasn't sure where he was going but knew it was better than staying in Carrefore. A halfway town filled with murderers and thieves, surrounded by cannibals and watched over by a seemingly oppressive Empire. Two want to kill you or eat you, while the other wants to draft you into their ranks which would honestly be worse... Granny was good though.
He felt bad for leaving her, she had shown him kindness and he wouldn't forget that. What a miserable existence she had though, created for only for one sole purpose. Didn't even have the ability to leave the forgotten tavern she was bound to.
The life of a Second is a meaningless one... if a fire were to start in that prison, Granny would be burnt alive. She couldn't even flee for her life because of the means of her creation. Chains that bind her. All Seconds are bound by chains though in the Omniverse. They may feel free but its a farce. Their lives hold little weight, just waiting for the time to die. In any other world this wouldn't be so awful, it would be a life worth living. But this world... this universe... the Omniverse... it was not made for Seconds. It was made for Omni, who brought Primes to it in order to amuse him and it was Primes that created these Seconds for their own bidding. They're born as slaves, they die believing they're free but their lives were never truly theirs to begin with. Primes are taken from their worlds, Seconds are created believing they had a world of their one... they live a lie. I could've ended Granny's suffering, and recreated her with the ability to leave that prison. I could have made her exactly as she was... but would that really have been her?
Eon thought to himself as he scanned the environment. Riding over dunes, every so often seeing wildlife or creatures in the distance. With his brethren at his side and his cross to bear he would cut a path through the Omniverse and ensure his survival.
He felt bad for leaving her, she had shown him kindness and he wouldn't forget that. What a miserable existence she had though, created for only for one sole purpose. Didn't even have the ability to leave the forgotten tavern she was bound to.
The life of a Second is a meaningless one... if a fire were to start in that prison, Granny would be burnt alive. She couldn't even flee for her life because of the means of her creation. Chains that bind her. All Seconds are bound by chains though in the Omniverse. They may feel free but its a farce. Their lives hold little weight, just waiting for the time to die. In any other world this wouldn't be so awful, it would be a life worth living. But this world... this universe... the Omniverse... it was not made for Seconds. It was made for Omni, who brought Primes to it in order to amuse him and it was Primes that created these Seconds for their own bidding. They're born as slaves, they die believing they're free but their lives were never truly theirs to begin with. Primes are taken from their worlds, Seconds are created believing they had a world of their one... they live a lie. I could've ended Granny's suffering, and recreated her with the ability to leave that prison. I could have made her exactly as she was... but would that really have been her?
Eon thought to himself as he scanned the environment. Riding over dunes, every so often seeing wildlife or creatures in the distance. With his brethren at his side and his cross to bear he would cut a path through the Omniverse and ensure his survival.
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