The influence of history

ㅤ A cool wind stirred his golden locks. Dhaos gazed longingly at the two distant moons. Moons whose names were preserved in the ancient chronicles of Derris-Kharlan. It seemed strange that the people of this world didn't know their history. But he, too, couldn't be certain that what he had revealed was true, for history is written by the victors, rewritten repeatedly. For some reason, Dhaos believed the ancient text was true, that Derris-Kharlan and Aselia had once been one. How Aselia's world had found itself on the brink… Sylvarant and Tesse'Alla—echoes of bygone times, the only proof ignored by everyone. These moons reminded him of home. About a distant and… dead home. Thousands of years passed, but the two divided worlds remained linked. And history once again decided to repeat the tragedy of the past. Twice… Derris-Kharlan had followed the same crooked path, so Dhaos had no right to condemn the inhabitants of Aselia. And was history really so important when knowledge of it had saved no one? And when words from the lips of a stranger sound like heresy? Would he even believe it if a stranger from distant, forgotten lands came to him? No one foresaw the disaster. Few remembered the price paid for firing the ancient weapon used as the foundation for victory in a merciless war. Despair clouded their judgment. If any of the participants knew history at all, it no longer mattered. All its horrors had long since been erased, and there was no one left to tell them. And the cautionary chronicles? Mere soulless texts, written by no one knows who. A fairy tale to scare children, which anyone can make up. And so, for Reizen, the words of the Dhaos were just such a fairy tale. And there was no history at all before the unification to have any kind of argument… ㅤ