You don't know me. I am a Cortau. I have no name, what do I need one for? We are all one. We think as one, we act as one. All that ever mattered to us is the Cortean- the collective body of which I am just a small insignificant part; the only part. I am all that is left, you see. Once, we numbered by the thousands, but no more. The Melocnai had brought total destruction to us all. Though I live on, I will eventually die as well. The unborn one I carry within me will have never known what it is like to not be alone. However he will feel, I am sure, the hollow void within. There will be no continuity of the Cortean. The line will die with my Cortau.
On my own, I am incomplete, meaningless. Nothing survives in me but fear, desperation and pain. My mates are no more. They were as insignificant without the whole Corean as I am, and though the mourning for them is not as powerful as is the mourning for the Cortean itself, it is more vivid; more tangible.
I look out over the valley. It is as
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