((You may be a Mon-Keigh... but she can't just abandon you!))

as I observed the desolation of this that once a long time ago was a beautiful world, now destroyed by the fires of senseless war, I only have to think why... why did the Mon-kheigh who lived here destroy each other like this? ? "The fall is always as hard as the rise... Mon-Keighs..."

I sighed ready to leave, there was nothing left for me to do here, and there was no one else alive either... or so I thought, until I heard a noise, I became alert and quickly took out my long rifle... but it was just a child "a child... a Mon-Keigh child?" lowered my gun and put it away, slowly approaching the... small human

"cal... ca... calm down, no... I won't hurt you, I promise" I crouched down to the little Mon-Keigh's height, speaking in the inferior language of low gothic