Vendel Rising

<p>New Terra Histories by Malita s'Lissa s'vlor</p><p><em>Make the impossible possible.</em></p><p></p><p><em>These are the words my grandfather left me with. They whisper and echo in my head every day. But how do you make the impossible possible? This was my task and I chipped at the mountain of impossibility until the first boulder fell. After that accomplishing the impossible didn't seem nearly improbable. My most potent weapon was perseverance.</em></p><p></p><p>I'm insane...I think. Maybe? I don't know. My memories are foggy. There were several times when that fine dividing line stretched between sanity and that darker place of madness. It's hard to know for certain.</p><p>Tender Training broke me. It splintered my identity but I believe I gained more than I lost in the madness which followed.</p><p>My entire goal had been escape. I fought for freedom. The fact that I faced an unsurmountable task did not dissuade me. The Vendel came to my home they murdered nearly all of Earth's population and they took a thousand of us as slaves. They were the very definition of evil and I vowed to defeat them.</p><p>Revenge filled my every waking thought and fueled my determination to never give up. No matter the pain the Vendel inflicted the deaths they caused or the fate of my sanity my purpose drove me forward.</p><p>Not once did it occur to me that I might fail. I kept moving forward one small step at a time. As long as I was doing something I believed a solution would be found.</p><p>While I failed to learn the very basics of the mysterious WOR-skill my subconsciousness took over. No one told me what I did was impossible. I just listened to the voices in my head and did it.</p><p>That's me...making the possible out of the impossible. As for my sanity have you met my sisters?</p>