What was meant to be a rite of passage that would bring ever lasting peace plagued humanity for centuries over one's own failure.

Who the people were or why it happened. No one can comprehend the neverending loom that is this tale.

Miracles are perceived as blessings gifted to those who are at the brink of a diaster right at there feet only to turn the tide in their favor. A hero from a lost kingdom to strike their enemy weak point in one fell swoop to achieve victory. Or the village of people who has experienced a drought for years pray with their entire being would the clouds lurch over their land and gift them rain every year so it may never happen again.

So begins the need to call upon the heavens for us to sing our unending tunes.

Not everyone tells of what exactly happens after the miracles are given in which we begin to hunger for more.

What no one unexpected expects the precieved notion of what is to come though not all tales start off with the protagonist at an expectant day. Or when they face a villain. Or when they are close to their death.

Frankly epics, tales, lore, ballads have the roots to tell their audience what befell the people in their stories.

What becomes of others at the end is a big old page turner, but not much to read further.

You would think that the final passage would hook the audience to stay. Believe that what they want will surely come. Because it already did.

What happened will always come back.