King Phileas made his decision and launched the creation of armies, but...His advisor, Snape, left him and opened a secret door

Dressed in a purple robe and a wizard's hood, he lit a torch and went down the secret passage.

Above the door there was a comical figure.

To open the door he had placed a ring in front of the all-seeing eye and the triangle sank down.

At the base of the spiral staircase, he reached another corridor, his passage hidden in the darkness by a large embroidered canvas on the creation of the world by Tyrant.

Several people dressed like him, in dark blue robes, were high ranking figures.

He stood in the rows in silence and turned off his torch, those of the group being sufficient and the corridors also lit.

These corridors were wide enough to accommodate a cart and its team. Everything was made of solid stone and gave the appearance of a dungeon.

In fact, it was.

The group arrived at an arena like a Roman theater with bleachers.

And, at the back, an eye. The eye of Tyrant. The eye that sees everything!

He took his place in the middle of the assembly and everyone stopped.

"As the saying goes: In the kingdom of the blind, the one-eyed man is king."

And he tapped the floor with his long cane.

Everyone turned in a circle.

"How are the excavations in the old world going?"

A servant said, "We proceed in a systematic way. All objects and traces are sent to nothingness.

Another approached:

"Survivors of the shadows are eliminated that is, the surviving species."

Then Snapes stood up, a cane stroke

"Our secret army will come to light in the form of the kingdom's defense force."

The acolytes bowed their heads in approval and he resumed.

"Tyrant predicted to us that the old world had just died so that ours could flourish and be born. It was a hell and our creator purified it so that the matter, inert and appeased, could regain the breath of life that it lacked. This world of death did not know, no, no more magic. This world of darkness was beginning to spread its seeds of destruction and corruption to other worlds. It was a world of greed, envy and ultimately a huge slaughterhouse where beings ate each other. It was a bloody world. Horrible.

We, the descendants of Tyrant pray for his return to us and show him the beauty of the world he created.

That is why we will redouble our vigilance and purify the last stubborn traces of the old world.

This world, this land does not have to suffer as it did in the past. May time erase these traces and may we all be happy looking at the stars, the moon and the sun".

all shouted TYRAN TYRAN

In the meantime,

I was in the projection room and I asked Cabal to show recordings of documentaries about everyday life in the cities.

We saw children playing in parks, fairs, school, vacations, cars, airplanes, shows and also restaurants, gastronomy, and amusement parks

We watched Disney shows and Waspi started to cry.

"Tyrant destroyed, killed all these people?

Me: "Yes, we were mortal and were not reborn by the dew. Our life was precious and important.

I also showed him a film about the origins of life

"Look carefully at this picture... It is very important, essential even.

Yes, it's a dinosaur, an ancient lizard but one that founded the foundations of civilization. Everything started from them. Whatever the world is... enchanted or not. Tyrant did not create anything. He took, handled, distributed but nothing basic.

We are, finally were the legitimate heirs of the world. From nothingness, from the anger of the elements, our first cells were created and through our constant struggle to live and survive, we evolved and created our first souls.

Yes... we are born, like you, from a larva and no magic powder, we survive, we fight, we love and we reproduce to create the next generation. So when our time comes, when we return to nothingness, our nature of being of light finds all its reason.

Look at this raptor. It looks at life, at light, it has left its egg to live a new life.

Even if we fight, we tear each other apart, we all seek happiness.

And it is never far away.

When he finds his partner, or her partner, they will be together, united and happy. and so until the men appeared.

But Tyrant and his clique have destroyed billions of years of struggle and survival."

Waspi: "And what do you intend to do now that I have understood, that I have seen your world?

Me: "But... naturally, to fight!"

Waspi:"???"

"Living is a fight...You have experienced it, right?"

"Ah!!!"

"But, if you hadn't shot...what would have happened? You would have been killed. A horrible death, of despair, of pain... They wanted to bury you alive!. And who guaranteed that you would come back? And whole? You? Or worse... a copy of you? A backup??? You are against nature...

Sooner or later, natural selection will take over, but with what legacy? When you come back to the same level as us, the sun will be dying..."

Waspi:" Your knowledge is beyond comprehension..."

"It is not my knowledge, but that of my predecessors."

Meanwhile, the young fairy was looking at the photos and slideshows on the walls.

"Who are they?" indicating the portrait.

Me: "Ahhh. "Then I shed a tear.... Then a silence and finally, a rumble.

"This is my wife..Kate...and here..my son.. They didn't make it. And the bearded man...that's me..just before my metamorphosis....That was from when I was still a human...