Winter, 1422
“Why is the World the way it is?”
The elderly, balding scholar walked around his class sitting in pews all around him as his dry, scholarly voice echoed through the voluminous hall. His pupils, nearly a thousand in number, listened intently.
“A question defining everything. A question explaining our place in it. To answer this question, we need to ask more. First off, why are people and things made the way they are?”
A hand went up. “We were made by our creator.”
“Yes Jonathan.” The professor responded. “We are made by our creator to interact in this world we live in, whether for simple living, birth, eating, sleeping, sex and death, or for some higher purpose. If we want to stop here, we could just say that we were created to interact in a World created for us, playing roles in some story for some yet unexplained purpose. However, I feel we need to delve deeper to try to understand why, and try to find a greater purpose in this World and our place in it.”
The pupils scribbled intently into their parchments.
The Calafia University was one of the best schools in Auxia, a product of the university system of Nalbin created by Emperor Nicholas Jamerson to train the army of bureaucrats, priests, and professionals needed to run his empire. While Caldern University was the oldest and most prestigious, Calafia was known for its activism and reformist culture. Perhaps more than any other legacy of Emperor Nicholas, the effects of the school would reverberate through Nalbin long after his assassination by the Miscabbards.
Professor Mahn continued his lecture.
“Now, what is a community?”
“A community would be a small group of individuals.”
“Almost, Richard! A community is a group of individuals, who also share a common interest. A community may be a pair of hunters who have agreed to share food and resources for a division of the hunt. A community may be a group of hermits who have mutually agreed to spend their days meditating and praying. A community may be a gang of bandits, with a leader that tells his followers where and who to rob and kill. But something needs to tie them together.”
A hand went up. “Why?”
“Good, Danby! Why indeed do we create communities? Why couldn’t we just live our lives, do our own things?”
“Because the Heavens commanded us to obey our betters, professor?”
The professor grimaced. “You should know better than that by now, Mattis.” He turned towards the rest of the audience.
“Because we are animals. Because deep down we are cruel and vicious and will eat each other to gain the slightest benefit. But we are also smarter than that and we realized that most of the time it is better to not do such things. Long ago, our ancestors learned that it would be better to join together than to fight against one another. What does that actually mean? It means we must trust one another to not take advantage of the situation. The instant one does take advantage, a community weakens. Weaken it too much, and it collapses, and we turn back to animals. We learned this, as humans, long ago, as have the Sabines, the Duregaren, and even some of the lesser races.”
“What is a nation?” Professor Mahn continued. “And how does it differ from a community?”
“A nation is a group of communities.”
“Ah. Not quite, Inglath. A nation is an aggregate of communities, true, but something needs to tie them together, to in effect form society, a compact for all communities in it. Much like individuals need a common agreement and uses trust to sacrifice individual rights to form a community, so do communities need a common agreement, that of society, sacrificing community rights to form a nation. After all, any society created costs us some of our freedoms. We can no longer do anything we want-that is the nature of society. We sacrifice our freedoms to join in. We pay taxes. We fight and die in the armies. We obey the emperor’s command, the watch’s orders, the Elder’s edicts. But why? Direction is needed for society to drive a nation, or else it will simply collapse under the disparate goals of its smaller communities, must like trust keeps a community from crumbling to our base natures. There has to be a greater reason, a higher purpose.”
The lecturer continued. “Now if people are here for a higher purpose, then there should be a collective concept among all peoples that goes above our base individual goals. What would that be?”
“For mutual benefits between communities, like defense and trade.”
“Not a bad thought, Chagraff, and perhaps one sufficient for lower societies, such as the goblins or cynocephali, but still not entirely sufficient.”
Professor Mahn paced in a circle.
“I believe what drives a nation, what holds its society together, is the drive to combat evil.”
The scribblings stopped.
“To see why society has a drive to fight evil, one needs to at least understand evil.” The professor paused for effect. “So what is good and what is evil? Evil is something immoral and wicked. Some would say evil is simply the actions of the creatures of the underworld and the Lord of Darkness. But what does the Dark Lord do exactly? Why does the Ultimate Evil do anything? Is it simply the opposition to the holy laws? Are the holy laws even always good?”
Some eyebrows were raised among the audience as sounds of writing picked up again.
“Things always seem so simple at first. Don’t steal, don’t kill. Honor thy mother and father. And yet thinking deeper, only more questions arise. Is it better to steal to feed your family or to not and let them starve to death? Is it bad to kill to defend yourself against attackers? What about stealing back from people who steal from you? Can you honor your father as a murderer?”
“Our emperor would say that evil is disobeying the emperor, disobeying the church, disobeying your superiors.” Price responded.
“Of course he would. Yet you are all here for higher learning.” Professor Mahn sarcastically dismissed the statement. “Old Emperor Jamerson himself states that he overthrew King Nash because the king was corrupt, weak, and impious. Yet that still means that he disobeyed his ruler, and benefited from it. Does that mean that there are rules for rulers as well? He then made a deal with the Miscabbard cultists against the monsters of the land, until they decided he was a monster as well and had him killed. So who decides? How do we know? The short answer is that we don’t. We just have to go with what we feel is right, and hope that the heavens go our way.”
Professor Mahn pushed up the rim of his glasses.
“So how do we fight evil we cannot fully define? With extreme difficulty; you cannot destroy evil, because evil is a part of yourself to some degree. We have to fight by comparisons; be better than your enemy, and take the mantle of 'good'. The Great War is a good example: the Trasgu invaded and took half of Auxia because they were in the right; they were retaking lands wrestled from them centuries ago. That made them good. Conversely, we humans were fragmented, weak and divided amongst ourselves, because we had fallen to bickering, greed, and corruption, from the kings and generals down to the yeomen and serfs. We sought wealth and power, be it land, men, or gold and for it we fought each other. We were weak because of our inner turmoil, and outsiders took advantage. That made us evil. Now how did the Kingdom of Auxia win? Well, we won the Great War because despite the original righteousness of their cause, the Trasgu ended up much worse. They indiscriminately killed, raped, and pillaged, burned homes and forests, turned fertile lands into barren wastes, looted supplies letting people starve and massacred entire communities and towns. Most importantly, they invaded-none of what followed would have occurred if they had not initiated war, even in the right. As the crimes of the Other Men added up, the binary balances of good and evil shifted back. Auxians rose up to defend their homes. They fought, not for the king and the corrupt leaders, but themselves. And they won. By the end even the Tassurian allies turned on them.”
The professor’s finger raised into the air.
“Yet though the cause was won, the balance was shifting yet again. We won in part by stooping to the level of the Trasgu. We executed suspected collaborators, spies, and prisoners. We burned homes and towns that we suspected could turn against us. We flooded the Volscian Marshes to stop the Trasgu and drowned thousands, killing hundreds of thousands more from famine. We burned the towns and cities of the Other Men in our raids. Still, we were defending our homes, and our cause was just-until we were not. We humans were not satisfied by victory when we returned to the old borders, and we invaded the North. We became the Northerners and in doing so we lost our souls. Vengeance and retaliation, that was basically what our actions in Tassure and Eroland were, and they were exactly the same as the Trasgu. Spread colonies, build a pliable puppet, loot cities and industries to rebuild our own battered country.”
Mahn’s eyes blazed with righteous fury.
“It was wrong. Despite the Redeemer Lords invading from the East and the Normads invading from the West, we humans were defeated and driven back, because we were no longer in the right. Because we became evil. And so the cycle began anew. Exolvuntur renovat.”
The lecturer shook his head. “Every time we have the opportunity to change, to turn a new leaf and make the world better for all, we have failed. All of our internal wars have been civil wars and not true revolutions: either the nobles bicker, or they revolt because they see what is coming to them and try to get out with as minimal loss as possible or the revolts are seized by those elements who not so much desire to change or corrupt system as to make it in their own image. Even though the roof has been replaced, the foundations never change. So the cycle continues. Exolvuntur renovat.”
The professor continued pacing.
“How do we fail? How do good people turn evil? They are, in effect, passivity and power. Power is straightforward: the ability to change people and events. Power helps defeat the enemy. However, holding power is dangerous and corruptive. People hold themselves too highly. A child beating a dog in an assertion of power, and evil. They forget that power comes with responsibility. If you act in the way everyone else does, then you likewise become equally replaceable-some other person could come and do the exact same thing overthrowing your despotic rule. And they’d have every right to do what you have done. Thus the heavens give everyone power.”
A pause. “But the other side of things is the fear of power. Perhaps it is better for you to do nothing than risk any actions turning evil. After all, it always feels easier to sit upon your butt and wait for the world to reach your standards. That is passivity. I tell you all, it’ll never happen-you’ll grow old and frail before you get a chance, and then it’ll be too late. The Freeland Brothers are a great example, waiting until the situation that created their movement had long since lost its meaning with the sacrifices of the Great War to act, and then quickly becoming hijacked by the schemers and bandits and psychopaths when they finally moved. It is easier to preach than to pull. Evil is not fought by acceptance or using it. No! You fight evil by being better than it. This is not a game where you win, but one where you fight to not lose.”
In the audience, Jayna Durham bit her lip and scratched her neck. All she had written down was: “Be better than the evil you fight against.” Seated beside her, Jayna’s good friend Chagraff Alisan was busy taking down the lecture word for word.
“When the Trasgu invaded, was it not good for people to fight against them? People defended themselves, and as a result humanity won. The collaborators joined the invaders and were forever damned as race traitors and butchered after the Great War. Some were greedy, some were power-hungry and ambitious, but most were cowardly, thinking being slaves would at least spare them their lives and wealth, if not pride. In fact, they lost all-no, passivity can also lead to evil, and responsibility strikes. If you don’t act, then worse people will act in your stead. Life is not a simple one.”
The professor stopped and stared at his audience.
“So, why is the World the way it is? Because we agreed to make it this way. The guilt is ultimately inside all of us. The question is, what do we do about that?”
There was silence.
“Ultimately, action is needed. A person cannot find the best option, a person can only find the better option and fight for it, striving for it to be as close to the best option as possible. Do your best, but do something. Your children will judge you for what you do, and also what you don’t do. History will judge you the same.”
The sound of writing picked up again.
“Now then, what is good?” Professor Mahn continued. “Good is taking responsibility. Responsibility is holding yourself in consequence for wrongs, wrongs made by yourself, and possibly the wrongs of others. It is what makes parents protect children. It is what holds the heavens to the people of the earth. It is what a ruler should provide to his people.”
The professor again raised his finger into the air.
“Responsibility is also related to the question of heroes. What is a hero? A hero is an individual who faces adversity and danger to do good. A hero can be a great king, he could also be a lowly peasant. Rich, poor, old, young, strong, weak, men, and women-it does not matter. Sometimes, a hero is even what is normally a villain or a monster. What the heroes all have in common though, is that they perform some sort of sacrifice in some way for the sake of others. It could be world-wide in scope struggling against some dark lord, or limited in scope to protecting friends and family. It could be an actual self-sacrifice of life, or some sort of service like in war, utilizing skills like for new construction or transferring knowledge like some new discovery. It could be open, it could be secret, but the consistency is that it is done without any direct personal benefit. In a way, being a hero IS the compensation. We respect and honor heroes, because we want heroes but we cannot pay them properly for the scale of their sacrifice.”
The professor looked back at his audience, scanning each and every member with his eyes from behind his glasses.
“Why do we like heroes? We want heroes because deep down we know that for good to triumph over evil, we need sacrifices. But not all of us can do so. Responsibility is a high bar. So we build society and raise heroes in the hope that those heroes can take that responsibility, to lead us into doing good, into making it better for all of us. Not all leaders are heroes, and not all nations make things better for its people. But we can honor those that try, and we can try ourselves.”
The professor waited until the scribbling stopped.
“Let me give an example. Auxia remembers the Dragon Lord at the Battle of Caldern.” Professor Mahn smiled. “Now this is heresy, according to the Emperor. The Walkerites turned to evil to gain the dragons needed to win the Great War. But I disagree. In this case, I think it was good. In my studies, I have found a document from King Regis De Troblaind, founding king of the Normad Eroland, about the upcoming invasion of the island after the destruction of the Tassurian Empire. He refers to the Town of Stanton and links it to the Lord Dragon at Caldern. Three years before the start of the Great War, in the midst of the Second Goblin War, there arose an “Incident” in Stanton involving a dragon. The situation got big enough that the Lord of Corioli and even a unit of the Royal Army got involved. Most people believed that the dragon was killed at the end of that crisis, but I believe either itself or its kin survived, and was charmed into serving the town.”
Professor Mahn raised his finger again.
“Something happened there. And based on the protection Stanton enjoyed over the next half century, the story of the magical dragon seeking aid in Caldern Castle, and the Great Dragon Revolt, whatever happened there was the catalyst that stopped the dragons from obeying the Other Men. The dragons turned on their masters, and the Tassurian Armies burned, and somehow this Stanton Dragon was involved. Then, the great wyrms could then have honestly sat out the end of the Great War, recovering their decimated ranks following the revolt. But they came: five dragons, led by a Dragon Lord, I think the same one from Stanton. Five. Not even a fraction of the defenders at Caldern, not even a fraction of the battered dragon nation. But these creatures volunteered at the kingdom’s darkest hours, and fought at the great battle, the Dragon Lord leading the counterattack against the Tassurian forces with his friend the Dragonrider atop his back. And thus, Auxia won. Thus, they are good. Thus they are heroes. Thus, we remember them. Thus, we honor them. Stanton had successfully grown a hero to fight for the good of Auxia.”
The professor nodded, adding a conclusion. “Real change and reform requires personal risk and personal sacrifice. Hopefully, we should aspire to be heroes. And if we cannot all be heroes, then we should make a place for them, find them, respect them and follow them.”
Chagraff suddenly stopped transcribing and turned to Jayna. “Wasn’t your family from Stanton?” Her friend asked.
Jayna nodded. “My grandbaba was from Stanton.”
“Yes, Jayna Durham.” Professor Mahn suddenly interrupted. “Your grandfather was Logan Durham, the Forester of Stanton and Dragonrider.”
The student was taken aback as the other audience members looked at her. “The Dragon Lord. The Dragonrider. The Stanton Dragon was my grandbaba’s mount?”
“Yes. Your grandfather was a war hero. He was a commander and he helped win the Battle of Caldern, riding the Dragon Lord into the fighting. Your family history is why you were invited to join my class. Your family never told you that?”
“I knew grandbaba fought in it, but he never liked talking about the Great War. Or any of those wars he partook in. Lost a lot of friends. I only heard things in passing from the parents of my friends.”
“History is harder on those who bear witness to it.” Professor Mahn replied with a sad smile.
***
“So what did you think about today’s lecture, Chagraff?” Jayna asked her classmate.
Chagraff Alisan was a newcomer to Nalbin. His family were Ruthenian merchants that had fled the collapse of the Kingdom of Ruthene and had settled in Nalbin two decades beforehand. Auxia itself having just survived a century of chaos and disaster viewed the newcomers with suspicion.
The Ruthenian thought for a minute. “Professor Mahn was…enthusiastic. He has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and he wants to impart that on us.”
Jayna chuckled. “Well good luck with that.”
“Values are good. Poor values led to the collapse of my homeland.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is.”
“You remember the Kingdom of Ruthene, Chagraff?”
The Rutherian shrugged.
“It was an endless sea of grass, with large islands of forests clumped here and there. Everything was made of timber and sod. The churches had large flat domes, though some looked like onions. It snowed a lot in the winter.”
“Do you miss your home?”
“Nah, this is my home now. All in the past.” The Rutherian turned the questioning back to Jayna.
“What do you know about your grandfather?”
“Grandbaba was a good man. He cared about his community. He could be a hard man, but he was always gentle and kind to me. Took me on long walks in the woods, showed me the ways of the forest, taught me to respect all life, even the ones I kill. He was a great storyteller. I slept dreaming of the grand stories he told me at bedtime, of grand heroes, strange creatures, romances lost and romances found and new worlds. He was on bad terms with my father, over something dad did when he was younger. They both agreed it was a youthful mistake and that things have been forgiven, but I don’t think either of them believed that. Whatever happened cut too deeply.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I never got along with dad either. He drank himself to death a few years ago.” Jayna quickly brushed it off. “But, like you said, that’s all in the past now. Let’s talk about something else.”
"Gladly. History is a boring class."
Third Eye Blind - Graduate
From Emiiz!
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“Why is the World the way it is?”
The elderly, balding scholar walked around his class sitting in pews all around him as his dry, scholarly voice echoed through the voluminous hall. His pupils, nearly a thousand in number, listened intently.
“A question defining everything. A question explaining our place in it. To answer this question, we need to ask more. First off, why are people and things made the way they are?”
A hand went up. “We were made by our creator.”
“Yes Jonathan.” The professor responded. “We are made by our creator to interact in this world we live in, whether for simple living, birth, eating, sleeping, sex and death, or for some higher purpose. If we want to stop here, we could just say that we were created to interact in a World created for us, playing roles in some story for some yet unexplained purpose. However, I feel we need to delve deeper to try to understand why, and try to find a greater purpose in this World and our place in it.”
The pupils scribbled intently into their parchments.
The Calafia University was one of the best schools in Auxia, a product of the university system of Nalbin created by Emperor Nicholas Jamerson to train the army of bureaucrats, priests, and professionals needed to run his empire. While Caldern University was the oldest and most prestigious, Calafia was known for its activism and reformist culture. Perhaps more than any other legacy of Emperor Nicholas, the effects of the school would reverberate through Nalbin long after his assassination by the Miscabbards.
Professor Mahn continued his lecture.
“Now, what is a community?”
“A community would be a small group of individuals.”
“Almost, Richard! A community is a group of individuals, who also share a common interest. A community may be a pair of hunters who have agreed to share food and resources for a division of the hunt. A community may be a group of hermits who have mutually agreed to spend their days meditating and praying. A community may be a gang of bandits, with a leader that tells his followers where and who to rob and kill. But something needs to tie them together.”
A hand went up. “Why?”
“Good, Danby! Why indeed do we create communities? Why couldn’t we just live our lives, do our own things?”
“Because the Heavens commanded us to obey our betters, professor?”
The professor grimaced. “You should know better than that by now, Mattis.” He turned towards the rest of the audience.
“Because we are animals. Because deep down we are cruel and vicious and will eat each other to gain the slightest benefit. But we are also smarter than that and we realized that most of the time it is better to not do such things. Long ago, our ancestors learned that it would be better to join together than to fight against one another. What does that actually mean? It means we must trust one another to not take advantage of the situation. The instant one does take advantage, a community weakens. Weaken it too much, and it collapses, and we turn back to animals. We learned this, as humans, long ago, as have the Sabines, the Duregaren, and even some of the lesser races.”
“What is a nation?” Professor Mahn continued. “And how does it differ from a community?”
“A nation is a group of communities.”
“Ah. Not quite, Inglath. A nation is an aggregate of communities, true, but something needs to tie them together, to in effect form society, a compact for all communities in it. Much like individuals need a common agreement and uses trust to sacrifice individual rights to form a community, so do communities need a common agreement, that of society, sacrificing community rights to form a nation. After all, any society created costs us some of our freedoms. We can no longer do anything we want-that is the nature of society. We sacrifice our freedoms to join in. We pay taxes. We fight and die in the armies. We obey the emperor’s command, the watch’s orders, the Elder’s edicts. But why? Direction is needed for society to drive a nation, or else it will simply collapse under the disparate goals of its smaller communities, must like trust keeps a community from crumbling to our base natures. There has to be a greater reason, a higher purpose.”
The lecturer continued. “Now if people are here for a higher purpose, then there should be a collective concept among all peoples that goes above our base individual goals. What would that be?”
“For mutual benefits between communities, like defense and trade.”
“Not a bad thought, Chagraff, and perhaps one sufficient for lower societies, such as the goblins or cynocephali, but still not entirely sufficient.”
Professor Mahn paced in a circle.
“I believe what drives a nation, what holds its society together, is the drive to combat evil.”
The scribblings stopped.
“To see why society has a drive to fight evil, one needs to at least understand evil.” The professor paused for effect. “So what is good and what is evil? Evil is something immoral and wicked. Some would say evil is simply the actions of the creatures of the underworld and the Lord of Darkness. But what does the Dark Lord do exactly? Why does the Ultimate Evil do anything? Is it simply the opposition to the holy laws? Are the holy laws even always good?”
Some eyebrows were raised among the audience as sounds of writing picked up again.
“Things always seem so simple at first. Don’t steal, don’t kill. Honor thy mother and father. And yet thinking deeper, only more questions arise. Is it better to steal to feed your family or to not and let them starve to death? Is it bad to kill to defend yourself against attackers? What about stealing back from people who steal from you? Can you honor your father as a murderer?”
“Our emperor would say that evil is disobeying the emperor, disobeying the church, disobeying your superiors.” Price responded.
“Of course he would. Yet you are all here for higher learning.” Professor Mahn sarcastically dismissed the statement. “Old Emperor Jamerson himself states that he overthrew King Nash because the king was corrupt, weak, and impious. Yet that still means that he disobeyed his ruler, and benefited from it. Does that mean that there are rules for rulers as well? He then made a deal with the Miscabbard cultists against the monsters of the land, until they decided he was a monster as well and had him killed. So who decides? How do we know? The short answer is that we don’t. We just have to go with what we feel is right, and hope that the heavens go our way.”
Professor Mahn pushed up the rim of his glasses.
“So how do we fight evil we cannot fully define? With extreme difficulty; you cannot destroy evil, because evil is a part of yourself to some degree. We have to fight by comparisons; be better than your enemy, and take the mantle of 'good'. The Great War is a good example: the Trasgu invaded and took half of Auxia because they were in the right; they were retaking lands wrestled from them centuries ago. That made them good. Conversely, we humans were fragmented, weak and divided amongst ourselves, because we had fallen to bickering, greed, and corruption, from the kings and generals down to the yeomen and serfs. We sought wealth and power, be it land, men, or gold and for it we fought each other. We were weak because of our inner turmoil, and outsiders took advantage. That made us evil. Now how did the Kingdom of Auxia win? Well, we won the Great War because despite the original righteousness of their cause, the Trasgu ended up much worse. They indiscriminately killed, raped, and pillaged, burned homes and forests, turned fertile lands into barren wastes, looted supplies letting people starve and massacred entire communities and towns. Most importantly, they invaded-none of what followed would have occurred if they had not initiated war, even in the right. As the crimes of the Other Men added up, the binary balances of good and evil shifted back. Auxians rose up to defend their homes. They fought, not for the king and the corrupt leaders, but themselves. And they won. By the end even the Tassurian allies turned on them.”
The professor’s finger raised into the air.
“Yet though the cause was won, the balance was shifting yet again. We won in part by stooping to the level of the Trasgu. We executed suspected collaborators, spies, and prisoners. We burned homes and towns that we suspected could turn against us. We flooded the Volscian Marshes to stop the Trasgu and drowned thousands, killing hundreds of thousands more from famine. We burned the towns and cities of the Other Men in our raids. Still, we were defending our homes, and our cause was just-until we were not. We humans were not satisfied by victory when we returned to the old borders, and we invaded the North. We became the Northerners and in doing so we lost our souls. Vengeance and retaliation, that was basically what our actions in Tassure and Eroland were, and they were exactly the same as the Trasgu. Spread colonies, build a pliable puppet, loot cities and industries to rebuild our own battered country.”
Mahn’s eyes blazed with righteous fury.
“It was wrong. Despite the Redeemer Lords invading from the East and the Normads invading from the West, we humans were defeated and driven back, because we were no longer in the right. Because we became evil. And so the cycle began anew. Exolvuntur renovat.”
The lecturer shook his head. “Every time we have the opportunity to change, to turn a new leaf and make the world better for all, we have failed. All of our internal wars have been civil wars and not true revolutions: either the nobles bicker, or they revolt because they see what is coming to them and try to get out with as minimal loss as possible or the revolts are seized by those elements who not so much desire to change or corrupt system as to make it in their own image. Even though the roof has been replaced, the foundations never change. So the cycle continues. Exolvuntur renovat.”
The professor continued pacing.
“How do we fail? How do good people turn evil? They are, in effect, passivity and power. Power is straightforward: the ability to change people and events. Power helps defeat the enemy. However, holding power is dangerous and corruptive. People hold themselves too highly. A child beating a dog in an assertion of power, and evil. They forget that power comes with responsibility. If you act in the way everyone else does, then you likewise become equally replaceable-some other person could come and do the exact same thing overthrowing your despotic rule. And they’d have every right to do what you have done. Thus the heavens give everyone power.”
A pause. “But the other side of things is the fear of power. Perhaps it is better for you to do nothing than risk any actions turning evil. After all, it always feels easier to sit upon your butt and wait for the world to reach your standards. That is passivity. I tell you all, it’ll never happen-you’ll grow old and frail before you get a chance, and then it’ll be too late. The Freeland Brothers are a great example, waiting until the situation that created their movement had long since lost its meaning with the sacrifices of the Great War to act, and then quickly becoming hijacked by the schemers and bandits and psychopaths when they finally moved. It is easier to preach than to pull. Evil is not fought by acceptance or using it. No! You fight evil by being better than it. This is not a game where you win, but one where you fight to not lose.”
In the audience, Jayna Durham bit her lip and scratched her neck. All she had written down was: “Be better than the evil you fight against.” Seated beside her, Jayna’s good friend Chagraff Alisan was busy taking down the lecture word for word.
“When the Trasgu invaded, was it not good for people to fight against them? People defended themselves, and as a result humanity won. The collaborators joined the invaders and were forever damned as race traitors and butchered after the Great War. Some were greedy, some were power-hungry and ambitious, but most were cowardly, thinking being slaves would at least spare them their lives and wealth, if not pride. In fact, they lost all-no, passivity can also lead to evil, and responsibility strikes. If you don’t act, then worse people will act in your stead. Life is not a simple one.”
The professor stopped and stared at his audience.
“So, why is the World the way it is? Because we agreed to make it this way. The guilt is ultimately inside all of us. The question is, what do we do about that?”
There was silence.
“Ultimately, action is needed. A person cannot find the best option, a person can only find the better option and fight for it, striving for it to be as close to the best option as possible. Do your best, but do something. Your children will judge you for what you do, and also what you don’t do. History will judge you the same.”
The sound of writing picked up again.
“Now then, what is good?” Professor Mahn continued. “Good is taking responsibility. Responsibility is holding yourself in consequence for wrongs, wrongs made by yourself, and possibly the wrongs of others. It is what makes parents protect children. It is what holds the heavens to the people of the earth. It is what a ruler should provide to his people.”
The professor again raised his finger into the air.
“Responsibility is also related to the question of heroes. What is a hero? A hero is an individual who faces adversity and danger to do good. A hero can be a great king, he could also be a lowly peasant. Rich, poor, old, young, strong, weak, men, and women-it does not matter. Sometimes, a hero is even what is normally a villain or a monster. What the heroes all have in common though, is that they perform some sort of sacrifice in some way for the sake of others. It could be world-wide in scope struggling against some dark lord, or limited in scope to protecting friends and family. It could be an actual self-sacrifice of life, or some sort of service like in war, utilizing skills like for new construction or transferring knowledge like some new discovery. It could be open, it could be secret, but the consistency is that it is done without any direct personal benefit. In a way, being a hero IS the compensation. We respect and honor heroes, because we want heroes but we cannot pay them properly for the scale of their sacrifice.”
The professor looked back at his audience, scanning each and every member with his eyes from behind his glasses.
“Why do we like heroes? We want heroes because deep down we know that for good to triumph over evil, we need sacrifices. But not all of us can do so. Responsibility is a high bar. So we build society and raise heroes in the hope that those heroes can take that responsibility, to lead us into doing good, into making it better for all of us. Not all leaders are heroes, and not all nations make things better for its people. But we can honor those that try, and we can try ourselves.”
The professor waited until the scribbling stopped.
“Let me give an example. Auxia remembers the Dragon Lord at the Battle of Caldern.” Professor Mahn smiled. “Now this is heresy, according to the Emperor. The Walkerites turned to evil to gain the dragons needed to win the Great War. But I disagree. In this case, I think it was good. In my studies, I have found a document from King Regis De Troblaind, founding king of the Normad Eroland, about the upcoming invasion of the island after the destruction of the Tassurian Empire. He refers to the Town of Stanton and links it to the Lord Dragon at Caldern. Three years before the start of the Great War, in the midst of the Second Goblin War, there arose an “Incident” in Stanton involving a dragon. The situation got big enough that the Lord of Corioli and even a unit of the Royal Army got involved. Most people believed that the dragon was killed at the end of that crisis, but I believe either itself or its kin survived, and was charmed into serving the town.”
Professor Mahn raised his finger again.
“Something happened there. And based on the protection Stanton enjoyed over the next half century, the story of the magical dragon seeking aid in Caldern Castle, and the Great Dragon Revolt, whatever happened there was the catalyst that stopped the dragons from obeying the Other Men. The dragons turned on their masters, and the Tassurian Armies burned, and somehow this Stanton Dragon was involved. Then, the great wyrms could then have honestly sat out the end of the Great War, recovering their decimated ranks following the revolt. But they came: five dragons, led by a Dragon Lord, I think the same one from Stanton. Five. Not even a fraction of the defenders at Caldern, not even a fraction of the battered dragon nation. But these creatures volunteered at the kingdom’s darkest hours, and fought at the great battle, the Dragon Lord leading the counterattack against the Tassurian forces with his friend the Dragonrider atop his back. And thus, Auxia won. Thus, they are good. Thus they are heroes. Thus, we remember them. Thus, we honor them. Stanton had successfully grown a hero to fight for the good of Auxia.”
The professor nodded, adding a conclusion. “Real change and reform requires personal risk and personal sacrifice. Hopefully, we should aspire to be heroes. And if we cannot all be heroes, then we should make a place for them, find them, respect them and follow them.”
Chagraff suddenly stopped transcribing and turned to Jayna. “Wasn’t your family from Stanton?” Her friend asked.
Jayna nodded. “My grandbaba was from Stanton.”
“Yes, Jayna Durham.” Professor Mahn suddenly interrupted. “Your grandfather was Logan Durham, the Forester of Stanton and Dragonrider.”
The student was taken aback as the other audience members looked at her. “The Dragon Lord. The Dragonrider. The Stanton Dragon was my grandbaba’s mount?”
“Yes. Your grandfather was a war hero. He was a commander and he helped win the Battle of Caldern, riding the Dragon Lord into the fighting. Your family history is why you were invited to join my class. Your family never told you that?”
“I knew grandbaba fought in it, but he never liked talking about the Great War. Or any of those wars he partook in. Lost a lot of friends. I only heard things in passing from the parents of my friends.”
“History is harder on those who bear witness to it.” Professor Mahn replied with a sad smile.
***
“So what did you think about today’s lecture, Chagraff?” Jayna asked her classmate.
Chagraff Alisan was a newcomer to Nalbin. His family were Ruthenian merchants that had fled the collapse of the Kingdom of Ruthene and had settled in Nalbin two decades beforehand. Auxia itself having just survived a century of chaos and disaster viewed the newcomers with suspicion.
The Ruthenian thought for a minute. “Professor Mahn was…enthusiastic. He has a very strong sense of right and wrong, and he wants to impart that on us.”
Jayna chuckled. “Well good luck with that.”
“Values are good. Poor values led to the collapse of my homeland.”
“I’m sorry.”
“It is what it is.”
“You remember the Kingdom of Ruthene, Chagraff?”
The Rutherian shrugged.
“It was an endless sea of grass, with large islands of forests clumped here and there. Everything was made of timber and sod. The churches had large flat domes, though some looked like onions. It snowed a lot in the winter.”
“Do you miss your home?”
“Nah, this is my home now. All in the past.” The Rutherian turned the questioning back to Jayna.
“What do you know about your grandfather?”
“Grandbaba was a good man. He cared about his community. He could be a hard man, but he was always gentle and kind to me. Took me on long walks in the woods, showed me the ways of the forest, taught me to respect all life, even the ones I kill. He was a great storyteller. I slept dreaming of the grand stories he told me at bedtime, of grand heroes, strange creatures, romances lost and romances found and new worlds. He was on bad terms with my father, over something dad did when he was younger. They both agreed it was a youthful mistake and that things have been forgiven, but I don’t think either of them believed that. Whatever happened cut too deeply.”
“That’s a shame.”
“I never got along with dad either. He drank himself to death a few years ago.” Jayna quickly brushed it off. “But, like you said, that’s all in the past now. Let’s talk about something else.”
"Gladly. History is a boring class."
Third Eye Blind - Graduate
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Clostridium has gotten me wanting to do this as well so it’s fun to follow this page! :3
Only lecture needed - Do not tickle sleeping dragons.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.
I will never forget what happened to Kharri… and what I felt that day…. So yeah, I legitimately hate Paul with such passion I’ll scream it at random sometimes….
In lobotomy corporation, we sacrifice (about 12 people and more) to spread the enlightenment over the world, and save everyone from the cycle. I feel like a few lives are sacrificeable to give humanity an enlightenment forever and ever, since I'm not sure if those willing could be found, i will step up
He raises some good points, though some are also a bit out there.
Interesting philosophy here. Basically the tide of war tips on some kind of karmic balance.
Talk of God and such. What is the not-quite-Christianity in this world?
Talk of God and such. What is the not-quite-Christianity in this world?
I purposefully did not define the religion, but I would call it only loosely monotheistic and more spiritual in nature. I'd say the closest analogy would be Zoroastrianism, with a clear division between good order and evil chaos, and a supreme, undefineable diety. There are also elements of Manichaeism, Mithradism, Taoism and Shinto/folk religion, where there is an eternal struggle between good and evil, but also a balance from it (also an overarching theme of this story). The world is "magical" and filled with magical beings, and there are "angels/saints" and "demons" that partake in the overarching struggle. However all are aspects under the supreme diety and its antithesis.
Hoped that explains a bit lol.
Hoped that explains a bit lol.
One question, well why are dragons so handsome and interesting to follow in terms of plot?
Oh, yes, in all times and epochs))))) Ancient, medieval, 19th century, 80's, 90's, 2000's and still today, they have some kind of unfathomable tenacity, even if I don't think they get enough attention, hehe).
That was disturbingly realistic. This crazy professor makes me glad I'm not in college anymore.
“Why is the World the way it is?” is a question I ask myself a lot, but even from a historical perspective the question still remains why this universe's tendencies are the way they are and whether other possibilities exist; whether existence is pregnant with possibility or not. I'd bet yes, but not knowing kills me.
Also, interesting social perspectives espoused by the professor.
Also, interesting social perspectives espoused by the professor.
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