The Mundane Chronicles - Talzin Fremblade (I)

It has been 10 days since the purge.

Talzin Fremblade trudged himself towards a weathered path north of Til 'Zen Citadel, a path many called the "path of exile". Using only a small fraction of his strength in a bid to save energy for the upcoming trek, he turned his tiny head and observed others closely: human forces rallying other fellow beetlekin, beetlekin putting up futile acts of resistance, and the younglings crying for their parents ... he had seen them all. Being forcefully evicted from his hometown of Ingot Port, he felt their suffering, but could do nothing about it. Stripped of his weapons, and purposefully starved to reduce the likelihood of resistance, Talzin and other beetlekin could do nothing but wait for the trek up towards Freyara.

"..."

"Hey, you! Move!"

Talzin felt a spear pierce what remained of his clothes. A human knight was standing directly behind him, her armour shining red as the Blood Moon descended upon the evening. Despite not meeting her before, her hate-filled eyes stared at Talzin's, and for a moment flashed a single moment of remorse and pity. This was, however, quickly superseded by a booming voice that loomed over the gathering point.

"To those who support the cause of New Sirius ... Today marks the day of our new beginning."