The following is what I, affectionately, term the Manifesto. It started out, as most of the things in this section do; I sat down and just started to write. All of a sudden, my pen took on a life of its own and what it produced follows here:
There is no honor, no loyalty, no trust among the race they, affectionatly, call "Man." Men have no gift for poetry; no heart capable of love; no mind with which to think even one genuine, original thought.
So why? Please, just tell me why we, the ones that men consider "fairy tail creatures," must endure an existance in which we must pretend to be one of them? Are our hearts no made of stronger, more durable stuff? Is not the knowledge that we would give freely coveted by humans so that they may use it to destroy one another?
They think that they are the ones who create are and poetry but they delude themselves. We are the ones who create, who whisper in the ears of those few gems of the race who stop to listen to us.
Dwarven craftsmen; Elven bards; Valkyrie warriors and Dragon protectors all waiting for the time when we may shed our human guises and reclaim the world we helped to create.
Humans area ignorant to the concepts of creation and love, thou they think they understand the terms. No. In truth, humans know only destruction and hatred. They are incapable of hte others. Don't believe me? Check the history books. We didn't start the wars of Earth; humans did. We didn't invent weapons that kill the planet; humans did. And we are not responsible for the rapid decline of our environment; humans are.
Oh, we've tried to warn them of what could happen, but do they listen? No. Not to us anyway. And those who do listen are destroyed for their opposition; crushed under the fee of those who "think" they know the answers.
"Humanity." The very word reeks of the double standard created by men to justify their wrong deeds by making up right ones. How can they be so blind as to not see what's going on right in front of them? The answer is simple: they've lived with their blinders on for so long that they no longer know how to take them off. And, even if they could, they're too afraid of what they might find to even try.
No, in truth, the race of man is a weak and fragile one. Yet they alone are the only race with the capacity to destroy the world as we know it.
"Human kindness;" "human decency;" they're all myths; fantasies; illusions that men create to justify that which they do by malicious and underhanded means. No. These things which humans claim to have are nothing more than empty words and false pretenses. And nothing can come from them save the promise of thise world's slow destruction.
Why then have we chosen to take on the form of those who scorn us? Did we think to change the way humands think by moving among them? Maybe we did at one time, but few of us can still remember. No. The truth is that we were ensnared in these forms by those who lost faith in us; those who've stopped listening to us; and those who no longer believe in us.
Yet we persist. Futile as it may be at times, we can still
see the future as it rushes to meet what is and what was. And we know that,
someday, we; Elves and Dwarves; Dragons and Gryphons; Fairies and Unicorns;
and all other creatures who walk among the humans will return to power; to
right that which humans have corrupted. And then, those who wish to will hear
our songs again.
