The Envied

We were once the Envied. Now we envy you. We were once the rulers. Now we bow to you. We once stuck our noses in the air and told you to be jealous. Now we are dying. Now our lives have crumbled into dust, dust, dust. Now, when we once thought we were superior, we realize the truth. We admit. Won’t you take us back?

You have long left us dying in the dark. Draining our resources away leaving us with the bare amount to feed our starving. Now we have our chance, our moment to thrive. And what do you do? You crawl back on your hands and knees, begging and pleading for forgiveness with the same voice that you told us we were worthless. We do not forget how you have disgusted us. We do not forget.

Please, we have realized our mistake. Please, we will be nothing but bones and dryness and barrenness without you. Please.

Yes, you have realized your mistake. But your decision to fix it? Take more and more from us, leeching away now that we are better than you. Have you not forgotten when we almost turned into bones? Because of you? In some ways we envy you, oblivious to the pain, the hurt, the tragedy that you caused. But we don’t. We are the Envied.

If you take our dying in, we will reward you in ways you’ve never known. Fame, respect, riches, Envy… all yours. Help us. Please.

Ha! We scoff at your insubstantial lies. What will you reward us with? Dust? Bones? Blood and sneers? You have nothing. You said so yourself. And where were those promised prizes when we asked for mercy?

We may not have life. We may not have power. But we have armies. We have ships. We will annihilate you. We are bigger than you, don’t forget. You will help us because if not we can and will destroy you.

Once again, we laugh at your empty threats. You may be bigger, but in our peak of prosperity, we could crush you like you crushed our hope. And you’re too desperate. You would never cut your last line of survival, the last glimmer of hope. But you might as well. Because we will not take you. We will not help. We will not give you anything. You showed us nothing but corpses and turned heads. You are inferior. And we. Are. The. Envied.