The storm had been raging for days, yet from inside the tower, the howling wind and rain were nothing more than soft whispers to me. The summer storms had ravaged these isles ever since Caprica’s founding, yet now, something had changed. I looked out across the land, and for the last time, I saw all that had become of my city. Though the destruction of the war had been covered up, the scars that it left were more visible now than ever. It had changed my people. No longer were they proud. No longer were they happy. All that remained within them was fear. As I walked down those halls, my steps echoing memories of life, all that remained around me was darkness. After the war, many chose not to return. Apartments remained empty, frozen in a moment of time. Was all this my doing? Had I somehow doomed the very people that I had spent so many years protecting? They had called my reign ‘the golden age’ of Caprica, yet this city had never seemed so grey. That was when I saw it. A figure in the darkness. I called out, waiting for a reply. But only the whispers of the wind spoke back. The figure stepped forward, I called again but still only the wind, no longer whispering but howling, louder, louder… ...and then silence. For a moment everything around me stopped. I felt the ice cold glass touch my skin, shatter around me. Then the wind, sweeping over my body like waves. My body. Falling. Falling. And just like that… the golden age, was over.
