This Is What I Get For Reading Terry Pratchett
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Nightmares running rage-rampant through my dreams. Elves - not the pretty, grand, wonderful creatures you read about in fairy tales, or the newer fairy tales anyway. No. Old elves. Dark elves. Twisted creatures with long sharp-pointed ears and faces that are only there to hold the glamor masks they weave. Elves that can look like anyone... or like no one. Invisible.

Imagine a new-found planet, the previous world falling apart, after we've destroyed ourselves and the other planets we'd claimed. A set of hopefuls manage to get two spaceships and crowd onto them, a teen-age couple with a lot of military and self-defence and martial arts and survival training among them. They take supplies - not many, but some - and find a new world to try to start over.

Things happen - I won't write down the whole story; hell, I don't remember it all. Eventually the teen couple, after saving themselves, the other humans, and the planet itself, get married... then split up. The husband goes up north, to an area up there supposed to be workable and safe. The wife remains with the others, to help them adjust and survive.

When the husband returns, his new place found, built, and he's even made contact with the natives, who are not at ALL like humans but are very intelligent...

...he finds that the ones he left behind have been trapping and killing the natives against his (and his wife's) wishes and directives. They've developed religion, and it's sickening. Most of all... they have split off into two groups... the smaller, separated group is one who realized that they'd brought a bit more cargo than they'd expected. This small group had been glamored... and are now enamored... of two elves. And their offspring. And the cross-human/elven offspring. See, they are all long lifers now, courtesy of what Humanity had learned before they fell apart. The husband and wife may actually live damned near forever - they had special military treatment. The others are merely long-lived, as are the elves.

So in the time the husband has been gone, several generations have been added.

And the Elves are winning.

*shivers*

It was one fuck-up bang-up nightmare indeed, one I hope I NEVER re-live, although part of it seemed to borrow from one of my appearing-fairly-often dreams.

Among other parts, there's a bit wherein we (being me, the child of the two heroes... some of my schoolmates, mostly the troublemakers who KNOW something's wrong but can't get the adults to listen... and an old lady called Grandmother Rabbit for no reason I could figure out...) have to fight our way out while the rest of the city is just now discovering that the Elves are among us, killing us off, doing their best to destroy us so only a few slave-humans will be left and they can rule the planet.

And there were WAY too many events too much like current events involved in that.

I wake up...

...and find myself somehow still believing that the Elves are trying to kill off humans so they can once again rule the world.

*blinks a bit*

See, I am updating here sometimes after all.

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