My mother told me of her father, who lived many years ago and witnessed the ancient schism between the Sollussa people. They ran, ran from an ancient threat, the giants that ate them. One half did not run, they stood their ground, but the other half, my mother’s father’s half, left, jumping through the abyss and emerging on the other side of the planet. Before they left, they made an agreement, that if one ever called for aid, the other would heed the call. We took on the name Sol, and they took on Lussa.
It has been over a century since my mother, a young woman, emerged on this side of the world. She died many years ago.
Why haven’t I?