A lone Ner woke early, to stare at the sun as it rose. The knowledge of the coming battle weighed heavily on his heart. In the cold winter's wind, tears slowly fell down his cheeks, but he barely noticed. He knew of two young boys in Colorado, who, tormented and tortured every day, saw no way but violence. Every single day they were torn apart by the Jok--but worse were the silent eyes who watched, seeing the two boys' bodies be broken, seeing their souls be burned, and did nothing. The Jok was cruel because the Jok was taught from childhood to hate what is different, but the silent eyes all knew what was happening was wrong. The silent eyes laughed with the Jok, terrified that, if they didn't, it would be their bodies broken and hearts scarred. These two boys lashed out, taking the blood of the people who had hurt them and the people who had stood around, doing nothing.
It was with this knowledge that the Ner, watching the sun rise, knew that what happened next could not be an act of blood and anger, but better than that. This Ner was called Blake, after the Creator who made them all. It was this man who would be the savior of the Ner and the Gek.
Blake stood, staring at the sun, until the knowledge came to him. He knew what needed to be done.