But the cost in human suffering was enormous, and
after so many years I knew in my heart that an end was drawing nigh upon
it. For Nature carries its own purposes, and will not be denied in the
exercising of its sharp and merciful will.
'So it was that on a day whose horror I shall never be able to block
from my thoughts, the evil that had grown in Man finally and decisively
overcame the good. The mind that was given to create, used its cunning
instead to devise weapons so powerful and heedless that nothing on Earth
could stop them. And when fear took the hearts and minds of the
multitudes they were unleashed, thoughtlessly, one in answer to the
other, until all reasons for the conflict were lost among the fury and
panic of destruction.
'Only a handful survived. Six billion voices cried out to me, to save
them from the onslaught. But I haven't the power, young ones..... I
haven't the power.' The air grew thick and heavy around them.
'The seed of Man was all but destroyed, left to sleep for centuries
in the blackened voids of Time. It slept, and even had I wished to I
could not of my own will revive it. Only Nature heals the wounds of
time.' The Voice paused, as if gathering itself for a final effort.
'But now the flame is alive once more, cradled in your young and
willing hearts.
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