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As with most things, our story begins with an end. The Great Collapse brought an empire to its knees and left every soul it touched devastated and disoriented in the aftermath. How does one begin from nothing? Communication systems were rendered useless. Transportation was impossible as the war had obliterated the road systems and fuel stores. The financial system imploded almost overnight after decades of abuse in the form of debt, corruption, endless fighting and outright theft. This systemic event thrust the entire population back into a near primitive era. 

So they did what all living things do. They awoke each day with the intent of surviving and concentrated on the task that presented the greatest opportunity to do so. Often there were too many of them to count. Large numbers succumbed to the unrelenting waves of necessity that just could not be met. Food scarcity, exposure to the elements, illness and overwhelming shock claimed so many. But slowly over time, routines were built, methods of barter and trade developed, skill sets were fine tuned and routines emerged. The survivors of one of the darkest periods of history became the elders.  

The elders retained and retold the stories regarding the conditions that led to the war and the they now found themselves in. They wrote, they painted, they sang and sometimes they fought against the new power structure that inevitably rose out of the chaos. Most importantly, they made sure that when the time was right, the details of their history would be revealed to those who came after. Their suffering would not be in vain. You see, history is nothing more than a series of cycles. Those who know can easily triumph over those who do not. 

Most of the elders were captured and killed. Generations went by. Cycles repeated. But this time the have nots were given a fighting chance. That is when the images and the ancient texts began to circulate. This is where our story begins. 

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