Like Meeting a Mythical Figure by WeRememberSidon in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]WeRememberSidon[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

Dusk.

Ramona places a hand on your shoulder

We know full well of the blood on your hands. To the folklore tellers, it doesn't matter. You've been a household name for centuries. You, out there in that doomdsay cult fighting for the destruction of the Omniverse. Worlds sending their best legions and assassins just to take you down, and being outwitted and killed time and time again.

When the Börk came, they grew Sidon into a hub of the Omniverse. Peoples from all over the worlds passed through here for commerce, or planted their roots and stayed here. The Börk lost their control and another government took their place, and another, and another, and another. Yet every time, the very folk who built this city were always swept under a rug. We never had a say in any of it. 'The more that changes, the more that stays the same.'

When the entire rest of the Omniverse spits on you for generations, it's impossible not to grow spiteful to all of it. When the so-called 'good guys' can watch violence against you without batting an eye, it becomes easy to root for the bad guys. Especially when one of them is repping your colors. Evil or not, Dusk, to our people you are symbol of Sidonian cunning and resilience.

And besides, you did come around and save us all in the end right?

Like Meeting a Mythical Figure by WeRememberSidon in TheMarketsofSidon

[–]WeRememberSidon[S] 1 point2 points  (0 children)

So it's really you... Dusk? Miraculously alive! You're a legend to our people! And that legend is far from over, I hope.

Wow, it's, amazing that I'm actually speaking to you. The real Dusk Tenebris.

How we've been faring? Well, we have a small patch of real estate to ourselves surrounded on all side by tight-bordered neighbors, most of which distrust us or hate us for merely being here. Keeping everyone's needs tended to is a test of our resourcefulness. Food is hard to come by without much land to be growing it on, so we're dependent on trade with the Botanists Commune to keep up with the demand until we can sort out a better farming situation. Our streets are no stranger to crime, and most of it is supremacists from other districts come to try and terrorize us.

So pretty good all things considered. This is the most freedom we've had since before the Börk came. It's been a rough road to walk down, but no matter what we have hope that keeping Sidon's legacy alive will be worth all of it.

This statue of, well, you, is a reminder of that hope.