The Old Ways

It was the beginning and yet some clung to the old ways. The council knew that something had to be done. But what? Why the others were unable to accept the new ways was a closely guarded secret. Perhaps the Elder's knew. Even we, the great guardians of the pillars of hope and life were unable to pierce the veil of secrecy surrounding it. But we had a plan. Put together in complete secrecy and hopeful of it's potential success. All we needed was to convince one of the others to convert to the new ways. A test subject so that we could delve deeper into the minds of the others. To slowly convert them all to the new ways. We found the perfect test subject. Willing, though somewhat hesitant in his committment. Not completely unexpected, since the other's are not known for... I'm sorry, I've said to much. But we felt bad for them, wanted to give them a chance. Although it is not spoken anymore, they were once like us. And so the transformation began.

It failed. Terribly. Maybe it was a mistake to try to help them, to show them the new ways, but we had to try. We must move on. The others, they will surely not last very long. The old ways have no place here in the New Age. This will never be spoken of again. Project "Brushway" has failed and all of the records have been destroyed. As for our test subject, he won't remember a thing. The old ways were too strong in that one.

And so it begins...