What's Missing?

With Rassilon and Pandak staring, I stood facing this unruly council of Lords, I could not grasp that I actually had to show physical proof that this council was wrong. So, I stood strong, with truth as my support, and vigor in my mind. I took a long inhalation of air, stood and said “You would also candidly allow that humans cross unsaid paths? Knowing what you know? With that in mind, I would say that humans that high up on a chain would automatically block any thought of this. That most would actually fight off such thoughts with such constraint that an act of dying is an only way out. You must put this thought away from your minds and away from your bosom. It will do nothing but harm virtuous minds. Stop now or it will kill all of humanity. I say to all of you, this is not a way to our salvation.” At that instant I sat back down in my chair with my hands over my brow and I start to pray that my words will start a firm plan of action, that this will all go away, that our cultural way of living will hold strong.

As I pray, my thoughts start to run. I first think of why this was all occurring and how painful it is to both factions. It all starts so long ago. It was a common sight, for us and humans standing in tranquility and living in harmony. At that point in our history, all was blissful. As I said, it was so long ago though. Sadly, I found out that unsaid truths quickly wilt away. It was always thought that humans struck first. That is how it would all start. With all information pointing towards that as truth, I still couldn’t stop inquiring for factual validity of this. Fact, in my mind, that could possibly modify our history by fifty fold. Did this occur? Or was it just partial truths passing through familial offspring. That’s what I must find out.  

               As I launch my virtually unavailing mission, I start in a most unusual location; my Granny’s attic. I always call to mind an old photo that I had found long ago. It was of my Granny and my Papa with a couple of humans. Just by quickly looking at it, joy was what you would first spot in this photo. I would ask about it. Shut your mouth, I was told. Do not talk of this again. My mom would quickly snatch it from my hand, rip it in half and throw it away. OUT!, My Mom would howl. Confusion would launch into my mind. Obviously that did not stop my curiosity. So that night, I go back into my Granny’s attic to find that torn photo. I find it, patch it up, and stow it away in my room. Unknowingly, this is now my starting point. This is how I will find the truth.

             Though months and months would pass; I would look at that photo daily. I still could not crack this conundrum. Just as I look up from my invocations I catch sight of Rani looking my way, communicating subliminally. "Why? Why, do you submit aid? Do humans look at you as sort of a savior from subjugation?"  "It's my calling." I would say. "If I didn't, who will?" "Although most don't know Who I am, I still must assist." As Rani turns away in disavow, Rassilon turns my way, grins, and says "Watch your thoughts “Doctor”, your support isn't a commonality among this administration."