Sodestra
: Suehay Genera. Year: 1135
Part I: Pora
As a child I, like all my age were subjected to an unwavering belief that our people are and always have been the dominant species, the only ones blessed (or would that be cursed) with sentience; A slave race subjugated by their own traditionalism, with each citizen submitting the masters of Pora.
Thinking that one entity created all, to think otherwise was heresy. A sense of importance, no matter how trivial had swept over my people; they came to feel they were chosen as the Sheppard's of this world. This single idea is what had guided my people and shaped the very society of which I have been forced into.
Our kind has been left to our devices through the passage of time by an absentee creator of an ambiguous intent. My people have come to know this visage as the silhouette, the shadow. This once great master has all but left our people fading to legend, an echo within the temple walls. Once a millennia ago (most likely sick of his stagnant existence) he came to the decision of our creation, to inhabit this planet, throughout my life I had often pondered the very reason as to why.
Even then at the age of seven I understood how fruitless this pursuit would be, searching for answers from a silent god. At this age every citizen is placed into a scholastic process in which all of these beliefs were deeply ingrained into each of our personalities over the course of three years. This process sought silence any possibility of uprising among the peoples of Sodestra and taught to never question that to which we were told. Looking back this is a truly barbaric thing to impose upon a child.
I began to question the intellects that taught us, this was met with little else but hostile responses and strict discipline. Being of a stringer will than most this response only strengthened my resolve, however knowing the more I pushed the less I would gain I chose silence (my time for answers would come); for I had come to know the truth of this world.
In my childhood I had a penance for being rather perceptive (the elders had taken note of this), especially in correlation to matters of existence however this had also proved to make me quite the nuisance. I had observed my people's lack of purpose how our people strived for more than purely being, reaching for anything that could give them purpose. They came to the conclusion that every living thing requires purpose from all the creatures of the sky to the livestock of this earth. How could it be this master creator had left us lacking?
This existence pained me, completely and utterly discontent with my lot in life, frustrated at our people (as well as for), and this creator who had turned his back on us. What reason do we have for existence other than a vacuum for depleting precious resources that the earth had gifted us?
Throughout my adolescence I became a rather troublesome child, always ready to question long standing beliefs and constantly challenging the elders, this hindered my goals of admittance in the hall of intellects.
The majority of my people had come to be somewhat irritated by me and my ceaseless questioning. Among my people I had already been cast out even from birth, due to my unconventional conception.
My mother was at a time a highly respected member of the religious order, being held to a solemn vow to commit fully her being to our creator (to which she was fully devout without question). Eleven years had passed by when she fell in love with the man that was to become my father. Now I know not the story of how my father came to meet my mother that day, the details were never fully explained to me. What I do know however is that due to my conception and consequential birth thereafter has forever been seen as an affront to our creator(more so the religious elders of the order). My mother was excommunicated from the order and consequently pushed to the fringes of society; stripped of title and forced towards a class of people that in a culture such as ours is only mentioned in passing, all due to the simple act of falling in love.
