Tezos

Cheetez Prologue

Creator

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Description

“Are you sure this is the way?” Achai asked as the forest slowly began to thicken around them. “There is no path here.” “There is no path to where we must be.” Replied Jul as he persisted steadily forward through the overgrown bush, moving effortlessly over the uneven ground and the sturdy roots of enormous trees. Achai couldn’t help but admire Juls agility, moving through the growth with incredible ease, their feline body perfectly adapted for life far beyond the gently rolling hills of Emota. “Remarkable that you can survive out here,” Achai said in a hushed tone. A sense that something was following them had slowly been intensifying. Now it was becoming harder to ignore. Her mind raced back home to the comforts she had been afforded for so very long, which now seemed a life so strange. She wondered what her family would think if they could see her now, disguised in tattered cloth, far removed from her ceremonial robes and jewelry. “They can’t help you now,” Jul said aloud as if he had heard her thoughts. “There are friends there that we can trust..” replied Achai, stumbling as she decided how to best make her way over a large root jutting out of the ground in her path. Jul hopped up unto the root and effortlessly jumped down without breaking his stride. “Emota Prime!” He exclaimed mockingly, “The Hope of Emota!” Jul continued forward, undeterred by conversation, “Ha!” Built of marvelous stone from centuries past and generously adorned with gold embellishments that shined gloriously in the sun, Emota Prime was the Palace that Achai had called home for so long. It lived proudly at the center of Emota, the last remaining organized land of their civilization. Many sister nodes throughout the land had long ago succumbed to political corruption or internal wars. Some attempted to organize in closed-off enclaves, ultimately unable to sustain their endeavors, either because of sickness and disease or attacks from aggressive outsiders. After many years of failed attempts to expand, Emota Prime decided to end funding of pilgrimages to the furthest reaches of the land. The once-promising vision of Emota was now in a state of stagnation. Its citizens were now unable to easily access the knowledge and technology guarded so closely by those in power. “It’s here,” said Jul, atop a large stone outcropping. His tail delicately wrapped around him as he sat. Large trees with enormous trunks surrounded them. Sunlight could hardly break through the canopy here. Nearby were bushes that fruited purple berries and vines that weaved in and out of the foliage around them. “Ok... where exactly?” Achai asked, confused. Jul stared into Achais eyes as if attempting to answer her telepathically before responding, “Beneath us.”