[ WP ] You 're in a universe where the expression `` prepare for the worst , hope for the best '' is inverted and turned into `` prepare for the best , hope for the worst ''

`` Death comes for the brave!'' 
 
 JurTillquinn smiles as he listens to his general scream at the top of their lungs. They face an incoming swarm of Reeks. They fear nothing. They collectively do not feel anything. They are a slime ridden, filthy breed of insect-creatures, only have the size of the Constabilis. But, ever since the `` Great Swarm,'' no civilization has been safe. 
 
 JurTillquinn is one of the Constabilis, an ancient, formerly sleeping race of guardians, nestled in the caverns of the cliffs in the north. It is cold here, where the usual beings can not live. But, in the hundreds of years since the Constabilis slept, the world changed around them. The Terrains, smaller, weaker, and less adaptable than the Constabilis, grew into power. Eventually, truth became myth, and the Terrains grew mighty with knowledge. They dug deep into the world, seeking the oceans, looking for more worlds to conquer. Technology became their focus. No longer did the Terrains have the ability to think independently - they all had built-in devices pressed along their spinal cord. 
 
 But, they dug too deep, and they woke another race. 
 
 The Reeks as they were called by the Constabilis infested and killed all who stood in their way. They did not care for technology, knowledge, or love. They crawled and sucked the life out of everything they could. Yet, there was one place their collective mind knew it needed to conquer once and for all: the Northern Cliffs. 
 
 Yet, one Terrain, given a message by the last leaders huddled in an island near the Northern Cliffs, was given a message to awaken the Constabilis. 
 
 That Terrain was Niles. Eventually, he would be the last of the race. After finding the Hall of HultenZor, he implanted a device into the doorway, which had awoken the General of the Constabilis. No one, not even his own kind, knew his name. He was massive, dark-skinned, and unique. All of the Constabilis had great size and darker skin tones, but he had something none of them had: the ability to speak. The Constabilis long gave up their ability to speak when they made a sacrifice many eons ago to give up their ability to speak if they could save the Terrain race from utter annihilation by their rivals. 
 
 They lived without fear ever since. 
 
 JurTillquinn understood, along with the others, what his General was saying. They abided to their oath to never speak. They knew the gravity of the situation. 
 
 As the swarm of Reeks came up over the snow and ice of the Northern Cliffs' bay, the Constabilis prepared. 
 
 Their hearts did not beat fast. They did not fear the Reeks. They did not fear death. 
 
 In fact, they welcomed it.
