Persecuted, murdered, hunted. We are the golden people. Our hair, to our blood, to our bones, glazed in an opulent sheen of gold. Our body was their treasure. Our hair could be weaved into indestructible nets and clothes, our blood able to cure even those with half a breath of life left, and our bones, they were able to be made into weapons that carved out homes. To them we were an object, the races of this world saw us as a prize, a golden trophy with no ability to resist. As our people were slaughtered, our children hunted, we wondered, why were we given such a fate. To the world we were a blessing, to ourselves it was a curse. The greed of them all was blinding, disgusting, they would go rabid at a drop of our blood, we hated our lives, but we hated them more. Perhaps at first our ancestors felt fear but now all that was left to this generation was a deep seated hatred. We wished to grind their flesh, break their bones, make them watch as all they love was broken. But we couldn't, we were powerless in the wake of their greed. Dragons to elves to even the common man, all of them longed for our bodies, just as much as we longed for an end. Then he came.
Our keeper, different to ourselves, drenched in pitch black night, stars swirling on their body. They draped us gently, like a mother hen beneath their wings, their cape covered us, hiding us from the prying eyes of the world. He built us a sanctuary, those on the outside would call it a cage, but to us it was a haven of safety. Even if we couldn't leave, they could not enter. For the first time in eternity we were safe. This was our paradise, whatever we wanted he would bring, whatever we needed he would provide, he was our hope. But we were still wary, untrusting, we had seen greed hidden behind a facade of kindness before, many wished to believe but found it hard to be convinced. Then he showed us the fleeting red within his eyes, we knew those eyes well, as they were the ones before us, the ones of history which held our place being hunted for their powers. So we trusted, we trusted those eyes and body which held up our sky.
Safe in the sanctuary. We didn't see him again after this but we knew he was here as every once and a while trinkets and games would appear. Food and water was plentiful, our treasured bodies finally reached their true lifespan, never before had we seen the old, truly a blessing it was. So there it continued. The elders told of the story of our keeper, our great protector, they told of the time before, the horrors of the world. Some young people wondered what life on the outside was like, but only for a moment. After all we had all we needed here and the stories of our ancestors prevented us from ever truly wishing to leave, after all no one wished to be hunted all their lives. The golden people were peaceful, we created many great things, had many great skills, had long fulfilling lives, all thanks to our keeper.
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