The Sister's Salvation
Gather Kin, and hear me. I tell you of the The Three Sisters who saved our people. Long Ago, after The Zut Invasion but well before The Great Shame, our people, then called K'vut were children, and the old. We wept for our parents and our lives on the shore of a great water so vast that none could cross it. From across this emptiness we saw the Spire at the Edge of the World crumble and sink into the waves. We wailed and begged the Makers for some kind of help. We were weak children.
But the ground shook and the sands trembled and a loud roar shook us. Gouts of liquid fire roared up through the waters and the waters retreated from the shaking ground. We shook and trembled as the ground. We were weak children.
Three girls, not yet women though they stood on the cusp, saw behind us that the Zut had advanced from the City and knew that our parents were dead. They roused us, shook us from our fear and dread and under their exhortations we ran into the flames and shaking ground. Three Girls saved our entire people before they were old enough to marry, their names: Za'ir, Ko'ir, Jor'ra.
The three girls led the children into the ground revealed by the shaking, burning land and retreating waters. They shepherded us through sharp and broken lands to the farthest edge of them while the elders struggled to keep up and hold the Zut back. The Elders stood a chance at neither, and urged us onward that we might live. The pain of more loss broke some, but the strong continued on. This broken land was our salvation, for we were smaller than the Zut and could cross it. As we crossed fully, the shaking and breaking continued.
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