"Gohe te ramok shizur ka mikos"

Shaking, deep pounding an violent shutter. A hand now aware. fingers snapping and flexing for the first time. The first time since light touched the earth.

Chest contorts under the weight of rock. moss grows across mistaken flesh. A hard pull for air wields only dust. Nostrils flare as pain drives a neck to flex and a chin to rise. slowly, abs contort and the mountain opens. The green glow with veins and from behind yellowed eyes becomes grows until its piercing though the ground and clear to those watching from the valley. With one god like movement the old one pushes his shoulders free, takes in a breath of moist air and scream his name for all to hear. As he raises and breaks free of his grave, a dozen more follow from that same mountain, dozens more from dozens of other faces.

This was the rising. with it came death. This is was the life we had forgotten. This is one story. This too shall be forgotten.