Story Old as Time

It takes the whole nation to make a tyrant. And it takes a tyrant to make the whole nation wake up.

I want to tell you a story, about a corrupt human being drunk on power and gold (is there anyone who can't be corrupted by those two?) and I want you to listen carefully, even though the entity of history has this story written over and over again. We still fell for that king, so the story needs to be told again.

No one was immune to the seduction of the United Throne. It sat at the heart of the human continent. Surrounded by shining cities like jewels stitched to the night sky. He wasn't the only one to try and take it by force. But he was the smartest, he played on the fears of the people, the hate simmering just beneath the surface. He played at the sleep-walking subjects doing what they've been told to do with no objection. He played at the cynics, crying that no power could derange the current of time, no human was able to take the stylus of history and write whatever he wanted.

But night always comes to dawn. And the darkest times are the labor of the brightest lights. And so when he took the throne by force, a ripple went through the threads of time. It shook continents awake. It was, as everyone remembers it, the time to look in a daze at their surroundings, and to decide that this is not the way History will be written. And that that stylus is most honest when many hands join together to hold it.

I'll tell you a story old as time. I want you to stay awake, from start to finish, and then keep yourself awake after that. Because this story should never be forgotten.