For better or worse, life has always had a consistency to it. Humanity has trudged on over the course of centuries, seemingly never facing anything that stretched their realm of belief. They created stories, both to entertain and caution every generation of young ones, who then in turn told those same tales to their children. There were those who believed in a world beyond the natural, despite all the evidence that pointed to a lack thereof. Miracles and magic were possible -- so long as they didn’t cause too much of an upset in the status quo.
And why wouldn’t humanity, after all this time, fully believe that the stories they had created were nothing more than fiction? Especially when accepting them as truth meant facing the reality that they lived in a world surrounded by monsters. Better to turn a blind eye, play ignorant, than spend every moment on edge, waiting for the end to come. But their disregard did more than keep the humans (relatively) safe and (mentally) sound. It also provided a chance, the first in many millenia, for all those hiding in the shadows to live again in the light. |