I strode among the shatter ruins of a once mighty empire, it's people lost to time, and wondered who they were. No trace remained in the rubble of this city, no signs of the men that lived here, the only sounds to echo down those empty streets were those of the world. My wanderings took me to the feet of a mighty statue; a figure of heroic build and stance, faced the sea with an arm stretched back as if to cast the spear in his grip.



At the statues feet there lay a tablet, carved in a language I could not read. "Who were you?" I asked the stone. "A god, a king, a might hero? Who were your people? Where did they go?" The figure did not answer, his weather worn visage glaring eternally to the horizon.