The Forgotten Legends: A Story of Time and Memory

The First Dawn

In the beginning, there was the First Kind. They awoke on the First Dawn, their eyes opening to a world vast and untouched. Their lives were brief—only three days long—but to them, it was an eternity. They walked under trees so tall they seemed to touch the sky, drank from rivers that roared like gods, and spoke in voices that echoed beyond their short existence.

As the First Kind reached the end of their days, they whispered to the ones who came after them. "We were here before you. Remember us."

On the Second Dawn, the Second Kind was born. They lived for four days, and they found the footprints and the stories left behind by the First Kind. But they never saw them, only their echoes in the rustling trees and the murmuring rivers.

"The giants came before us," the Second Kind said, for they had never met the First Kind as equals. "They lived in a world larger than ours. They moved like the wind and vanished before we could understand them."

Then, on the Third Dawn, the Third Kind arrived. They lived for five days, longer than any before them. The First Kind had become nothing but whispers, the Second Kind were elders for a brief moment, and the world they saw seemed to shrink before their growing understanding.

Each generation saw the past as something larger than life, and with every new dawn, history became legend.

The Time of the Three Kings

For one brief moment in history, the First, Second, and Third Kind lived at the same time. They spoke, they shared, and they passed on knowledge. But as the days passed, the old ones vanished like morning mist, and only the new remained to tell their stories.

"The Three Kings once walked together," the young ones would say. "They spoke in voices like thunder and rode creatures of the sky."

Over time, the truth faded. The First Kind, who lived only three days, became gods. Their brief existence made them immortal in memory. The Second Kind became warriors and sages, and the Third Kind became the founders of the world.

With each passing dawn, the memory of the past stretched farther, and the truth became legend.

The Age of the Long-Lived

Then, on the Fortieth Dawn, a new kind was born. These ones did not live for mere days. They lived for forty years.

For them, the old stories were ancient. The names of the Three Kings were now whispered like myths. They had never met those who came before, but their stories remained.

"The First Kind were giants who lived in a world too large for us to understand." "The Second Kind spoke in the tongues of the wind and tamed the beasts of the sky." "The Third Kind built the first homes and first laws, but they, too, vanished into the past."

The long-lived ones had no way to verify the stories. But they could not doubt them either.

The Forgotten Truth

By the time the fortieth generation spoke their stories, they had forgotten when they first learned to speak.

"Perhaps the gods gave us words," they said. "Perhaps the wind carried them to us."

They did not remember that their ancestors, those who lived only days, had also spoken.

They built temples to the First Kind, depicting them as beings who had tamed the stars. They honored the Second Kind as warriors who rode the winds. They called the Third Kind the founders of civilization.

But in truth, the First, Second, and Third Kinds had been just like them—small, fleeting, yet filled with stories.

The myths had grown, the truths had stretched, and the past had become larger than life.

And so, the legend continued. Each new generation looking back at a world grander than their own.

Perhaps, even now, we do the same.

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