“My Beloved Kronospasts!”
The Whenvern’s voice boomed, echoing across the sky, transmitted to every screen and radio that would accept it.
“I come to you today, in your time of need. You are weak. You are quiet. You are broken. You have been living enclosed lives, sealed off from the rest of the universe. You may not be living in squalor, but you are not living to your full potential. You should be ruling as gods, not hiding away like escaped slaves!”
Those who had screens could see the Whenvern in all his glory, his colossal wings filling the sky, his glistening silver and blue scales shining brilliantly in the sunlight. A being of both pure beauty and pure power.
Kronospasts with a keener eye may have spotted where the Whenvern was speaking from. In every shot, the spires of the Gold Tower, the heart of Kronospast society, could be seen. The Whenvern was talking from the top of the ruling centre of the entire Kronospast species. It was obvious that their leaders had in some way agreed to letting the Whenvern speak out like this.
“I believe it is time to end your hiding. It is time to float back to the top, to reclaim your thrones.”
Many Kronospasts agreed with this statement. They knew that not everything had been going right. The feelings of power and nostalgia from when they were on top bothered a large number of the population. Many dreamed of a day where they were not weakened militarily, struggling with sanctions from other species and denied the right to rule as they pleased.
“You cannot do this on your own. The other Gods, they seek to help other races, stop us from doing our duties, fulfilling our destinies. They want to stop us from reclaiming our thrones. They want to stop the Kronospasts. Perhaps even destroy us.”
But a few Kronospasts worried. They had followed the Whenvern before. He had never been completely true to them. The last time the Kronospasts had failed, the Whenvern had been working alongside them, only to be driven away at the last minute.
“The other Gods drove me away, but I came back for you. I want to protect you. I want to nurture you. I want to help you grow back into the powerful society you once were. You are Kronospasts. The most powerful Deiton species to ever exist. You have survived through everything that has been thrown at you. But together, we can go further than ever before.”
The Whenvern’s words echoed further, trickling into the hearts and minds of every Kronospast who listened in. Even the most strong-willed and pessimistic of Kronospasts couldn’t help but feel a tingle of hope. The desire to be on top burned deeply inside them.
“I already have the support of your leaders and rulers. All I ask is your support, your assistance, your faith. I ask of you to believe in me, the way I believe in you. Do you believe in me?”
Across the remains of the Kronospast empire, a resounding “yes” echoed through. He was their god. He was their saviour.
“Thank you, my children. I shall return to my home, refine my plans and come back to you. Please, stay safe.”
The Dragon God of Time vanished, leaving a clear blue sky tinted with rainbow strips. Kronospasts across the empire cheered, proud to finally have the chance to fight back.
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In a solar system far, far away, a small television switched off, its owner shaking and trembling.
“I have to tell someone…” Kohra muttered to himself as he put his coat on. “They have to know what’s coming…”