#decleration

Day 0: The Big Fall.

No one really knows what happened.

It’s as if the entire collective memory of Póli’s population was erased overnight. But even stranger, the city itself was in a state of disrepair and the plain that once displayed Póli like a shining jewel seemed to have sunk one-hundred or more feet from the surrounding landscape. Foundations crumbled, buildings tilted and collapsed, snow covered the streets; Our once-pristine metropolis sat in near-ruins as if uninhabited for decades.

The residents slowly spilled out of their dwellings, breaking third floor windows and scrambling down house-sized snow-mounds. They gathered in what was left of the city’s main square, gazing at their surroundings in utter confusion.

Just as the residents seemed physically unaffected, (apart from the total lack of memory) the heads of state all eventually emerged as well, a similar look of despair and concern proved they too were in the dark.

The morning passed with little news, but as noon approached an alarm sounded and Mayor Portis emerged on a balcony above the plaza. His message was simple...

Our civilization was attacked. By what or whom; for what purpose and to what extent, he didn’t know. There was no response from any other community, town or outpost. The city, perhaps the federation itself, had fallen, seemingly overnight, without resistance, or even awareness, but they would find answers.

“But blessed is the one who trusts in the Lord,

whose confidence is in him.

They will be like a tree planted by the water

that sends out its roots by the stream.

It does not fear when heat comes;

its leaves are always green.

It has no worries in a year of drought

and never fails to bear fruit.”