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| - told by Safar Timura of the Dark Ages During the days in which Hy-brasyl flourished, the Wise came into Temuair. These wise men were not the same as average smart folk. These wise men were named the ceillidh. The ceillidh were blessed with wisdom and knowledge from different gods. The birthmark of the ceillidh was a blue-greenish crescent on the left shoulder. Their hearts and thoughts were as pure as the rainwater untouched and brought down from the heavens. These wise men eventually met and got acquainted with each other. They found out that one of the ceillidh had a red crescent instead of a blue-greenish. What it meant they did not have a clue and it puzzled them so. The ceillidh talked amongst each others about philosophy and ways of nature. One afternoon, while they were gathered in the beautiful town center debating about some irrelevant subject, the ceillidh with the red crescent tuned everyone out and a hazy vision came to him. He saw Hy-brasyl's golden streets and beautiful buildings being swept up in a terrible storm of the elements. Unusual was it to see the elements causing destruction and devastation to Hy-brasyl with mighty strength. Air made hurricanes and tornadoes, sweeping people away into other lands. The Earth was cracking right beneath their very feet and foundations crumbled down. Fire was everywhere consuming all that was consumable. Water rushing down the streets in horrendous torrents drowning Hy-brasyl. It all seemed so real that he began to cry out in fear. The vision stopped and his peers were calling his name. "Ganol!!," they cried out "are you all right?" "Unh...what? Oh.. nothing, I'm fine now, I think," said the recovering Ganol. "What happened to you? You look like as if something terrible had happened to you. Your face was as white as the moon! Are you ill?" they asked with concern. "I...I...think I just had...oh never mind. I probably just didn't get enough sleep last night," replied Ganol. The others could tell he was hiding something but they dismissed the subject as it was. They never thought about it again that day. However, something was bothering Ganol. What was it that triggered the vision? Was it the future? Or was it just a hallucination? It disturbed him throughout the day and he could neither sleep nor had an appetite for eating. Later in the week, Ganol had the same vision again. What was happening? He couldn't keep this to himself anymore. The burden of this knowledge was too much for him to bear all alone by himself. So he summoned all of the ceillidh to his house. As each member of the ceillidh came, they wondered what lay ahead of them for the formal summons seemed greatly unusual. They all noticed that Ganol was being bothered by something. He was awfully quiet in the past few days and did not come out of his house as often as he used to. Everyone arrived on time and curious. As soon as everyone settled down, Ganol spoke: The others contemplated what they had just heard. They, too, were disturbed then. Discussions followed and debates arose. What could they possibly do? Certainly, they were not gods themselves and could not just save Hy-brasyl with the wink of an eye. Ceillidh they were and in this helpless situation, they at least had to try. What would be the cause of this doom? The ceillidh thought that human error was the most likely cause to start a chain of events that would destroy Hy-brasyl. For there was no rulers as of yet, they decided to take charge. An oligarchy would be the first government of Temuair. It was most fitting that the wise take the responsibility of governing Hy-brasyl before any foolish persons tried claiming it. This was their solution to the problem and they hoped that it would work for it was their one and only definite plan. The citizens of Hy-brasyl accepted it for they were convinced by the ceillidh's motives and trustworthiness. Ganol was called Fiosaiche by the other ceillidh members because of his ability to tell the future. His visions and dreams helped them to govern the city well and prosper like it never had before. They started a more advanced form of educating people so that they would be aware of things around them. Buildings were erected for recreational or educational purposes. The ceillidh were judges of small cases, advisors to those that needed it, and taught those that were eager. As the first generation of the ceillidh grew old, their sons replaced them. The one with the red crescent on his shoulder was usually the leader of the ceillidh and was called Fiosaiche for Ganol's generation had the gift of telling the future and having visions. With the many generations of the ceillidh, Hy-brasyl had their glorious years in peace and harmony. A peaceful millenium passed by under the ceillidh's government. A man was found dead on the streets of Hy-brasyl. Yes, death does happen but this one person had a horrific look on his face. What it meant, even the ceillidh, who usually knew the answers to all their questions, couldnt figure it out. However they knew straight off that times were changing and not for the better. The next generation of ceillidh lived to witness the sad changes of Hy-brasyl.
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