Of the race of Vaettir, I, Huirach, am alone. I am the beginning and the end. I was born from the need of the earth for an eye to see its enemies. The wind blew, the eyeless trees screamed, the roots twisted in the dark rocks. The roots screamed and the rocks cracked and I was Huirach.
I remember the day that we doomed the world, the human infection that caused us to behave so childishly, the bloody wars that led us there and the terrible sacrifices that we made in penance. We never considered the consequences as we crafted away at the darkness so arrogantly, a shadow had crept over our souls and planted the seeds of hatred in our hearts.
Until that point in our history, we were above such petty endeavours and rivalries but something about the rapidly expanding human plague began to change us; a metamorphosis that would ultimately be realised by our own foolish meddling. Yet still even after our own self-imposed destruction, we remain superior to the parasite races that swarm across this world endlessly devouring it and giving nothing in return.
We should have seen the dangers earlier but we were blinded by our own self-importance. We taught the gods the way of things and in return, they sowed the seeds that led us to this tragedy. We are keeping a watchful eye in all corners of the land and never again will we allow any creature to escape our scrutiny, the human menace proved that even the tiniest pebble is capable of toppling mountains. We accept our failure for allowing them to thrive unhindered, we should have intervened so long ago and it is our mistake that doomed the world.
A mistake we will never make again.
