... but the true history of Volta remains buried beneath its streets, locked away deep in a labyrinthine catacombs only accessible from the castle depths.
There once was a girl who was trapped in a cage. She was a slave to the whims of others, to be pulled and used and ordered and controlled as her owners wished. And her owner was always someone above her. And because of who she was, anyone could have stood above her.
Even though she suffered, she acted courteously to others who suffered with her. To kind souls who felt her pain and wished to ease it, to gentle folk who only wished for a meal to eat and a shelter from the elements. People who also suffered just as much from those in control.
It broke her heart to see anyone else struggling when there was so much more to life for everyone. Everyone. Even her masters and those who only sought to command her.
She didn't have the right physique to fit in. She wasn't quite right to most. She didn't have the body to oppose.
But she had the heart to rebel.
She had so much heart. Even when her body couldn't keep up and her mind was at its limit, she didn't give up. She couldn't give up, when she still wept for her brothers and sisters forced to the bottom. Surrendering was not an option when there were still poor souls begging for relief and freedom.
Love was her weapon. To protect others, to be the sole martyr of their suffering and spare them punishment from retaliation, she took on the world alone. And she fought like hell against their machines and tools, their abominations and creations, every evil little idea they could throw at her.
Until one day, she realized there was no one left to enslave her or any other. That in the process of her impossible battle against it all, she stood at the pinnacle of everything as the strongest.
No kingdoms. No borders. No rulers and no kings. Just the world and its plentiful bounty to share.
It was there that she gave one last gift to all. One day, should there be any other power to come and force its rule, people would be blessed again with the strength and will to challenge and overcome it. It's there on that hallowed ground that she left her Heart for all to free themselves and fight for the life they deserved.
Somewhere, out there, long, long after this day... they say she is still wandering and fighting for others.
Her name has been lost to time, but whispers at night between the downtrodden souls of the world say she will return one day... to take back what's hers.
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