tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26681612066106480552024-03-17T20:00:02.678-07:00Various Flavors of Pew PewA collection of Pulp, Sci fi, Superheroes, and Fantasy. Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.comBlogger647125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-16954247485321527472023-09-01T12:17:00.004-07:002023-11-03T12:23:53.957-07:00The Uplift Protocol Rebirth: Issue 2<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 2: Earth Primary Chess</span></b></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"><b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;">What
has come before will always ripple across time and space. It has
always been this way. Chronos is a devious creature but he does have
an origin.--Arcane Histories: Vol 10</span></span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Though
we no longer touch the face of God? His blessings flow through all of
us. It is up to each man and woman to listen to the higher calling of
their soul.--Muthra Origins: Post Convergence</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> Would
I have still done everything the same way? Who’s to say? In the end
we all saved one another. --Anna McQuire: Private Journal </span></span>
</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i>People often ask me what it was like.
The River of Rebirth. Souls. The Gateway. Many words for it. I lack
the abilty to articulate it all. Even now. All these ages
later.--Sleeping in Starlight: Final Epoch</i><i> </i></span></p>
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<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Area
51</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Mutha Archives </b></span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>December
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>10</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>2103</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>A.D
(Pre-Convergence </b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Eden
Cycle</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>)</b></span></span></span></span> </span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The gun would not be enough. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yes, it could kill void walkers but
Chronos had an original form. Thoth allowed Charmer and Medusa to run
interference on the upper levels. The codes the sleepers within
Atlantis had given him would be just enough for this purpose. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><i><span> </span>XMZ-119.
</i></span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><i> </i></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>His
fingers brushed against the case. It popped open with a soft hiss. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Inside were two
black marbles. Thoth held them in his palm. Oh yes. This would bring
the original husk to him but not in this time. This place. What
silvers of soul that connected him to the tapestry cried out as he
consumed those twin orbs. </span></span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Everything had a
price. </span></span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>The
Devourer of All curled about his brain. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>You of all
shapes finally understand. Yes. We are the best trap. We have grown
beyond his control. Chronos wishes to commit the final Sin. We shall
let him.</i></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Matron glanced up from the chessboard. </span>
</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>What the reprobates of simple flesh and
soul called the Oversoul paused as her blackened piece took out
another golden pawn. Thoth was quite malleable. What the lower rungs
of life called a useful tool. Just smart enough to cause trouble. To
bury into the chest of the crippled hope dubbed the Star-Spangled
Banner. She smiled. Her ruby lips bled as their Father circled above.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Why do you care so much about them?
They believe in a singular creation myth. How pathetic.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul replied, “Because its
true. Even we come from the same place.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She pointed to the Creator above them,
“That one has been silent since we created every mote of dust
imaginable.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Oversoul said, “Yet you are lonely. It
is not enough that you embody all Sin.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She snarled, “What makes you so pious?
False heavens through that comatose vegetable above us?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He replied, “You have forgotten your
purpose yet not all are Fallen.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She formed a cigarette from the ether
about them.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She inhaled the brimstone scent. “You
think your little trap will contain all my followers?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her mask slipped. Just long enough to
reveal the sagging flesh underneath.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She hissed, “You are no saint. I was
the first! ME!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Black Scrawl exploded from her body. A
pulse of white light from above burned away her assault. Oversoul
rose from the table. From the corner of his eye he saw all of time
play out. Souls reclaimed. Passed through the Ouros. This road could
end only one way. He raised his gaze to their father. The one who
Lived Beyond. White Scrawl rose from his body. Passed through his
children.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Matron howled as the power twisted.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“You see? THAT ONLY FEEDS ME!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul said, “Every pulse brings
you closer to final dominion.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She smiled. Her golden eyes darkened.
“Yes.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
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<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth muttered, “False Gods. The both
of them.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ knowledge flowed through his
veins. The Mother’s children wished to destroy God. How
shortsighted. He would do one better. Corrupt the flow of that
entities playthings. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>You will be the hand that none shall
see. Play your role. In the end?</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Nothing will matter.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New
Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Star Spangled Banner Museum </b></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>March</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>8</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
5</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span></span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer summoned beams of light to spear
the corpse to the floor. It was ridiculous. Helping his enemies but
his cover was more important at this stage. Why was he uncorrupted by
Chronos? Thoth must be a reason for it. These were many of his old
comrades. Dancing to the tune of a withered husk of a creature
controlled by the Matron. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>As Lensflair he shouted, “Burn!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The mummy’s hands ignited. The bits of
cloth made for quite the accelerant. Golden flames consumed the
remaining physical remains until only the outline of Black Scrawl
undulated about the stoned barriers. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer went flying from Ren’s
deadened lips.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Highest
perceived the push and flow of Black vs White. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Each scrawl
followed the dominion of the Matron and Oversoul. Their power
flowed through the slumbering form of God. Everything in play
required both to be sealed away from direct mortal access. There
would be no more demis to the level of Dexter or Eliza Murphy after
this act. Though they would continue on. No longer burdened by the
tapping of the cosmic chessboard. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Everything had a
price. The Matron embodied all Sin. His father was the pathway to
ultimate redemption. Souls given the chance to develop on their own.
With the patterns, Weave and Threads to guide them. She would not
allow such a relationship to develop. She believed all were destined
to be Fallen. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Where the Oversoul
freely gave bits of himself to bolster mortalkind? The Matron
endlessly devoured. Often stealing the souls and sleeves she
required. That basic drive would be her undoing. She had no notion of
self sacrifice. The net was unleashed. Convergence had been the key.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>All of reality
bled into this moment. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza would
understand it all in the end.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He could sense
Dexter tugging at the Black Scrawl from the deepest corner of the
Soul Layer. Nearly done. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Tick.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Tock.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;">∞<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Judgment catapulted into the main foyer.
His boots connected with Snake Charmer’s head. Maiden’s voice
resonated in his mind through their rings.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>>>Star is preventing the chemicals
from going off. Need to….<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He replied, >>Understood.<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Puzzler bellowed, “Incoming
Smoker!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Pyra wrapped four long tendrils around
Star’s head.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Broken toy of an uncaring avatar!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Bits of ice crawled up Pyra’s arms in
response. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Banner had the audacity to smile up
brightly at the possessed assassin. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“As my friends would say? You may not
want to catch this ball!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star snapped her head around. Sending
the assassin careening into the wall. Pyra’s body phased in
response. She slammed into Medusa as the former Thoth acolyte
snapped, “They are trying to buy time! Get that bomb to go off!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Both sets of eyes swirled with that
pitiless inky black.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos glared at both. He relinquished
his hold a bit. If they died it would not matter.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They had served their purpose long
enough.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Pyra scrambled to her feet. Then she
dashed off to the closest exit available. Smoke curled about 1000
feet in every direction. There was no escape. She materialized in the
main statuary room. The monument of Star mocked her every move.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She charged towards the Banner.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ice and flame from the Puzzler’s
rayguns gave her pause. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Medusa slid into the Weave aspect of the
building. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Cuts appeared on her arms and legs as
she forced herself through the secondary Light Shaman barrier. She
pressed her lips to the sigil marked upon the ground. Pain erupted
along her jaw. She was thrown from the Weave. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She spat on the floor. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Enjoy the show.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Emerald light protected us from the
spikes that formed from every corner of the room.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My Bardaxian friend shook his massive
black furred head, <<Need magic.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I got Maiden’s attention. I gave her a
thumbs up.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>I
lurched from the floor. My right fist connected with Black Scrawl
infesting the south side of the room. So far the bomb was contained
to this area. It would have to stay that way. The Highest tapped his
paws against my shoulder blade. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><i><span> </span>Reform
this place. You know how. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>You’ve always known. The memory
flow went both ways.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My brother. Just as he trained himself
while in slumber? So did I.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Layers of memory unfurled. Matter
Manipulation. My brother had mastered it long ago.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos was right in one regard: Why
even give me such a power?</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I couldn't just manipulate physical
matter. I brought in bits of the Weave and Soul Layer. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One couldn’t always be the shield. A
sword was needed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Just enough to counterbalance the
resonance of the bomb. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My knuckles were raw from the magical
residue. I winced but continued to assault the scrawl. I had to buy
Judgment more time. Endless rain of sparks danced behind my eyelids
as Maiden sent out phosphorous rounds. Pyra’s endless refrain of
curses let me know that one was corralled for the moment.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lensflair clapped. A wave of light
pulsed from his body with each repetition. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A khopesh flashed in the light of the
pillars.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It bisected the scrawled outline of the
mummy sorceress. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The threat to the physical layer was
over.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Pyra let out a garbled scream as vibrant
green light encased her in an egg shaped prison. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>White cloaked Muthra and Shamans flooded
the room. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doctor Impossible’s healing aura hit
me like a battering ram. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mr. Red grabbed my other arm with his
paws.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Not all over yet.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Medusa laughed, “At least I had a
better run than Karvax.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She winked at me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Magical barriers squeezed at her arms,
legs and mouth. Taleer’s clear chanting cut her off from the Soul
Layer. Hilary had gotten away with her prize. I pressed my forehead
to the white marbled pillar. Its cool surface dried the sweat of my
brow. Why did the Oversoul want Hilary and Thoth together? Images
bubbled to the surface. There were Thrones for the other side as
well. Each one vying for dominion. My eyes snapped open. We would all
be entrapted but for different reasons. Mr. Red whispered, “A cage
yes but for what purpose? Remember that.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Evil would see it as a cage. “Duty.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Red patted my cheek. “Other layers.
Other reasons. You are almost there.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sul’sandra cupped my chin.
“Impossible, her eyes aren’t tracking right. See how the cosmic
energy flickers?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Void Maiden took most of my weight. “Do
it.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Impossible grimaced but complied. The
needle hit me directly in the heart.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It’s magic made to get past my
invincibility. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Color faded from the world.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I found myself staring up into a crystal
spiral tower. A golden trio of stars floated above it.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Upon entering I found four thrones
encased in a swirl of dark and light.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>From left to right I recognized all the
figures.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth, Hilary, Dexter, then myself.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Curator grabbed my hand. “No
future is set but for the learning!” His form shifted across all
epochs. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I examined Thoth’s face. He was not
under the sway of Chronos. He was outside of it. Madness gleamed in
those black and crimson orbs. The edge of his knife was placed
against his temple. While in the other hand he held a goblet made of
black ice. Hilary didn’t fair much better. A wreath of bones
encircled her head. Her dark hair had bits of white streaks running
through it. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her other hand jabbed at me. Her mouth
twisted. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My brother had his hands out. Cupped
inside of them was the Grail.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Various crystallized slivers protruded
from my back. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Endless faces formed behind my Throne,
“Take it all back!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My brother and I were physical twins.
Our souls locked together. Siblings of a blood beyond all men. No
matter the cycle.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth and Hilary were that broken
attempt. Though they weren’t twins by relationship or bloodline.
They served a similar purpose. Was Chonos being thrown away? Di’axi
appeared next. As I knew him. As Mr. Apple. Each image flickered
across the Endless. Each line of Mortals remade. My mirror image rose
from the Throne. Crystaline vines grew from my back. Feeding the sea
of faces behind me. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>In my left hand was my usual shield. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>In my right was a twinned spear. The
white and black Ouro entwined about the shaft. My brother poured the
cosmic essense of the Grail over my head. “1000 shards shall
encompass all.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The vision faded and I found myself on
the floor of the museum. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The hum of the corpse bomb flickered
against my eardrums. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We have to go to the Weave.”</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 1: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-rebirth-issue-1.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 3:</span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-11661974401709230832023-08-24T21:27:00.003-07:002023-11-03T12:22:41.438-07:00The Uplift Protocol Rebirth: Issue 1<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 1: By Grail Sight</span></b></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Wasn't</span></span><b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;">
</span></b><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">able
to pull any of their masks off. Even that Void Maiden’s helmet
remained put no matter what I threw at it. She has Golden City
warding though. I could care a less about Argus Paxon. He’s a
glorified sheriff who tracked down pawns. Chronos merely used them as
fuel to bind all of us.--Hilary Brookes</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My daughter desires simple
revenge. She shall get it but not in the way she desires.--Chronos</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Past is prologue. I often wondered on
that saying. I like to think that most see their beginning as a
proper outlet down the line. Just because its a prologue doesnt mean
the ending is written on the wall for all time. The threads that
shape us all will eventually meet.--Sleeping in Starlight: Post
Convergence Vol 3</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New
Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Star Spangled Banner Museum </b></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>March</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>8</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
5</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Judgment circled the parameter. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The green mist clung to the outer
pillars. A black craft with a golden ankh landed in the clearing
nearby. Ta’mathon’s personal body guards exited. Forming a
protective ring. Thomas Murphy was still related to the great
Pharaoh. Even if it was at least 20 generations between himself and
Ta’mathon. Every 100 years the Golden City ruler had an additional
generation of children. Not to rule but to expand. Spread their
magical bloodline outward. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dexter pressed one fist to his heart.
His gear matte gray. Triad Alliance standard.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He said, “They are setting up the
array now. If you would follow me?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Argus Paxton set the statue ablaze with
his lighter.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ren whirled on him, “You dare?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He directed the cone of fire towards
her. She responded by lifting her arms. A wall of Black Scrawl
undulated against the sparks. Her head snapped back as Void Maiden
pulled all the weight she could muster into one solid punch. The
Puzzler crouched down to study the singular tooth that had spilled
from those red lips. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The mummy spat at the Banner, “Would
you like to know my dreams?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star replied, “No chance but how about
you see mine!” She snapped her fingers.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Renenutet jumped back as water splashed
against her bare feet. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The giant rodent brushed his whiskers,
<<Glorious!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Stones reformed. A massive crystalline
dome sprouted. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Star stepped through the archway.
“Clever!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Puzzler aimed his twin blasters at
Renenutet. “After you!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mr. Red followed with the rest arrayed
behind him in a triangular patter. Paxton lit a cigar to mask the
incantation he was forming under the tip of his tongue. By now
Judgment would be riding in with Ta’mathon’s crew. Chronos would
get his prize. But they would make him work for it. For now they
would have to rely on Eliza to distract that walking pile of fake
flesh. He motioned towards J’ino. From her armored back twin pulse
cannons emerged. Their triangular points aimed at Ren. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Keep walking.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ren belched a wave of fire. It bounced
off of Paxton’s counter shielding. White Scrawl emblems burned her
mouth. Fusing it together. She clawed at her face. Her shoulders
shook as Star picked up a thin iron rod while her other hand
continued to contract. Forming into a fist every few minutes. She
prodded the sorceress to the central courtyard.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Chief? Isn’t that the same stuff
you found off those cultists a while back?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bits of Black Scrawl formed into a
pattern of a blackened Ouroborous with white eyes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ren backstepped into a side alcove. A
muffled scream echoed when the statue clamped one massive paw on her
shoulders. It reminded Paxon of the Silver King. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino fired into the wall. This place
was outside memory. It wouldn’t cause permanent damage.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>At least not yet. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos had managed to make a
partitioned net within the Weave. It wouldn’t be permanent. This
cycle held sway with the Oversoul. Their minds still clung to their
bodies. Thanks to Judgments enchantments on their uniforms and
clothing. She still worried for Eliza. Her uniform hadn’t been
properly augmented. Due to those Nodes. J’ino’s thoughts turned
sour. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Damaged nodes in the previous cycle. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Crazy functional ones within the next.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>But for what purpose? Even her son
wouldn't elaborate. Eliza was manipulating matter within the real
world. Typherians could no longer channel such things but every bit
of her former life recognized the movements. The muscle memory so
ingrained that her shoulders twitched in response to each minuscule
movement of her daughter’s back. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star bent the rod one handed. Into an
infinity symbol. She pushed it against the glass door that rose from
the mists.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mr. Red stated, <<The World within
All Worlds!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The mummy’s eyes bled into a solid
wall of black.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her voice grew soft, “Why he insisted
upon your creation…..”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star twisted around. Her fist drove
upward.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos caught the fist, “Do you wish
another death little bir– “</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star smiled through the flash of Black
Scrawl that encompassed her left fist.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Got you!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino dived through the opened
doorway. Paxton and Eddie on her heels.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It closed with a soft click.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She found that thread within that
connected her to Thomas.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>We’re in. Get ready.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Paxton
removed his jacket. Once the material touched the ground it reformed.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Words rose, “Alvari Otro Uvala.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino pulled out the representation of
the Golden City bond knife. It worked similar to the one she had
within the previous cycle. It pulsed. It was bound to her soul. No
matter how far she traveled.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Stone
pillars rose around them.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nine voices rang out, “What do you
seek Bearer?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Jino
replied, “The final thread of Renewal.” </span><span style="font-style: normal;">
</span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos adjusted one manicured hand. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Devourer’s aura brushed against my
defenses.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I formed mirrors within my outer
barrier. All other thoughts buried deep within my core.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I kept repeating old songs within my
mind. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Human, Bardaxian, Typherian, Litari,
Forger.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I could see bits of scrawl falling from
his face. He noted coldly, “I see the little bird picked up a few
tricks. Who gave them to you I wonder?” Pressure built up in my
cranium. Not the metaphysical push within this mind maze but in my
body lying on its side. Void Maiden’s armored head dug into my left
shoulder. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I was nearly free. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I inhaled. I knew that scent. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Just a bit longer.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos danced back as if stung. Ren’s
voice gained dominance for a single utterance.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Quickly!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My eyes snapped open. I pushed against
the floor. Nothing happened.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My left hand twitched. Its rhythmic
<i>tap-tap-tap</i> continued unabated. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Renenutet’s body went flying past the
outer marbled pillars.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Green miasma filled every corner of the
museum. Unlike my long ago mall escapades to rescue Ritark this was a
step above. I didn’t have the skills to ward off this level of
magic. I attempted to shift my weight. Float. Anything.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nothing worked. My mind was half encased
in the prison Chronos had formed about us.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Emerald K-9 reclined across my legs.
While Mr. Red’s back curled against my other shoulder. I
concentrated hard on everyone’s code names. I repeated it. A
singular mantra. The light faded from the mummy’s eyes. She was
truly dead. Her soul scattered to the winds. Yet a singular flame
poured from her eyes, nose and mouth. It curled about the remaining
ligaments of her legs and feet.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Desiccated flesh cracked as black scrawl
flowed to entwine itself about the mist.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her lower jaw elongated. Bones warped. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The miasma shimmered. A steady pulsation
that ran through my chest. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>After a few more heartbeats I was able
to bring my functional arm and hand across my chest. Bits of stone
and marble flowed towards me. It was a countdown. An explosion that
would be felt across all layers. I had to buy everyone time. I
flicked my index finger. Bits of metal formed into darts. I flung it
at the Scrawl. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It hissed. Vines twisted from Ren’s
feet, curled up her legs until they reached her neck.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The pulsation within the miasma halted.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>That’s right. Pay attention to
little old me.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Judgment
pressed his palms to the roof hatch. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Golden
sparks formed. He gave one sharp tug. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Ta’rammon’s
guards muttered counter incantations. The whole place reeked of
corruption. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">He
brought his khopesh to bear as a tiger lept from the mists. Its fur
covered with green vines. It had no living signature. </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">With
one swift strike he beheaded the beast as it bounded in. Its form
decayed rapidly into the ether. Judgment motioned to the 5 men who
followed. Two remained on the upper level. One accompanied him while
the remaining two knelt to inscribe the cleansing circle.</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Golden
s</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">pheres</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
floated towards the main level of the museum. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>With
each beat of his heart he could sense it. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The
corpse bomb. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>There
was no other choice.</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>He
sent a replica of himself to every corner of the building. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>He
had to buy his wife time.</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary Brookes
pried open the case. The plaque underneath read:</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Area 51
Prototype. XMZ-119.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>She mused,
“Well now. Why? There is no weapon here.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos clawed at
her mind. She scooped up the case. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>It is the aura
it gives off. We shall trace the footsteps that shall set us all
free.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>Hilary’s
eyes burned through the pain, “Then why put this box here?!”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos relented.
<i>Think. I am sure the obvious will come to you.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>Snake
Charmer linked in. <<The High Orator of the Protectorate has
arrived.>></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary’s legs
moved without her permission. She dived into a side room as the area
erupted with golden fire. The flames licked at her feet as she
continued to run. Chronos’ withered arms curled about her neck.
<i>They will buy you time. All of them. My dear sweet daughter.</i></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>Medusa’s
voice held no emotion, <<Your will above all.>></span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The building
shook. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary dived into
a service tunnel. The metallic doorway slammed down as an alert
sounded. Water sloshed as she continued to run. <i>Area 51</i>. Thoth
had stolen that gun from the deepest recesses of that facility during
the previous cycle. She recalled the broken offspring of General
Murphy. The way the FBI constantly rebuffed her warnings. Why
couldn’t she remember that hated enemy? It was connected somehow. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She screamed,
“What did you take from me?!”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos replied,
“Everything.” </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Blood trickled
down my ears.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I couldn’t give
up. Magic was one of the few things that could hurt me. Gusts of
smoke poured from my nostrils. Pyra. She reformed next to me. Her
lips against my ear. “Enjoying the show? Honestly, that mummy was
destined to be the first to die. Who knew having my simple skill set
would set me apart from mere cannon fodder.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She cupped her
hands behind her head and reclined against the statuary.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A maniac grin
spread. Her dark red hair was pulled up into a severe bun.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“It was so easy.
Just waited til you were busy rescuing some poor sod. Slip in with
another puff of smoke from a burning building. Or in the company of
smokers. Cigars are a necessity! Or was it even further back. Even
that Doctor wasn’t able to find me.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>That was a
bluff.</i> This place had braziers burning along the main entryway.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I let my
expression waver. Just enough to make the assassin lean forward.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Ohh? Concerned
are we? Such a perfect little scout. Always helping.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She spat on my
boot.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“In the end, all
this shadow play from our Parents will lead to the ruin of all. At
least I have a proper front row seat.” My eyes flickered to her
face. There was nothing left of the original personality. They were
all Chronos. He just lingered on. The true puppet master. But how had
he taken them all? The cultist rites? I bit the inside of my cheek.
<i>No!</i> </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Concentrate. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The bomb continued
its advance on broken limbs. Clumps of hair continued to spill from
Renenutet. The miasma continued to swirl. It was thicker now. Feeling
spread into both of my hands. The upper portion of my chest. I
continued to tap rhythmically with my left hand. Pyra stretched
lazily. “Oversoul didn’t even fix you properly. Took so much of
your power from the previous cycle.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She watched as the
floor rippled.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I took material
from the pillars. Made a boundary that rose 2 feet. Bony fingers
clawed at it.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Momentarily
blocked. Obsidian orbs studied my hand. “That’s rich. You
inherited the blighted birthright this go around. But its so weak.
Why did he not just merge you with your dear twin? Such a waste!”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos rose from
his reclined position. His blackened eyes nearly consumed the whole
of Pyra’s face. He crouched next to me. He yanked on my cape.
Exposed the nape of my neck. He murmured, “No wonder. Again they
cripple you. For what? Mother always said our dear Father had a few
deficient masterworks but I didn’t imagine he’d be this stupid.”
</span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos pushed
against my suit. “Hardly any corded muscle about those nodes.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My nodes were
retreating on purpose. I could feel my back go taunt as his fingers
tapped the middle portion of my spine. Between the shoulder blades. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Barely a
thimble of N-T buildup. Hmm. What are you supposed to be little bird?
A way to infiltrate my true Tapestry?”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos evaporated
as Void Maiden’s suit responded. A high pitched keen followed by
ripple of subsonic energy rippled outward. She stood. Triangular
turrets the size of her hand slipped from the compartments along her
shoulders. The sharp clang of metal on metal echoed. I sucked in a
breath. Ice formed within the back of my throat as Snake Charmer
crashed into the barrier I had erected. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ren’s jaw
clamped down on his neck.</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He howled, “Face
the night!”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I let them both
have it. </span></span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A river of ice
shot out. Ren’s fangs still lodged in Charmer’s flesh.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The drip of blood
sizzled. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><i><span> </span>Where
was Judgment?!</i></span></span></span></span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><i><br /></i></span></span></span></span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Prologue: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-rebirth-prologue.html">Here</a></span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 2: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-uplift-protocol-rebirth-issue-2.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-64231607340637434702023-08-23T11:22:00.004-07:002023-10-11T21:33:45.579-07:00The Uplift Protocol Rebirth: Prologue<p> </p><h1 align="center" class="western"><span style="font-size: large;">
The Uplift Protocol: Rebirth</span></h1>
<p align="center" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0.19in; margin-top: 0.19in;">
<span style="font-family: Times New Roman, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;">Copyright
© 2023 by K..M. Able</span></span></p>
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resemblance to those living or dead is coincidental. </span></span></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Dedication:</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">I’ll think of something! I always do!</span></p>
<h2 class="western"><span style="font-size: large;"><b>Prologue: Redux. Reuse. Recycle! </b>
</span></h2>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span> </span>All
the magic demis cleared everyone out. Half the city is on lockdown. A
whole 5 mile radius around the Banner </span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;">museum</span><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;">
is pulsing with an otherworldly light. –Inet Update</span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Renenutet limbs slowed. She tried to
turn. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer said, “Watch that first
step my dear….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His voice was all wrong. No. It wasn’t
possible!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Devourer poured into every last
neuron within her mind. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream as
Chronos forced her to gather the slumbering heroes into a Black
Scrawl net. Hilary reclined on the benches nearby. Her brow furrowed.
Blood leaked from her ears as she made a sweeping motion towards
Renenutet.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I groaned as I rose to my feet. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The light above shifted from a golden
sunrise to midday. Proceeded by a twinkling dusk. Lensflair kept
staring at the far horizon. His scowl deepened with every passing
second. Maiden kept scanning the treeline. Paxon and the Puzzler were
etching symbols into the grass that shifted hues just as much as the
sky did. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mr. Red pawed at my cape. “Even now he
draws the Scrawl about us.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Did Chronos trap us in a pocket
dimension?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The rat’s whiskers twitched. <<Not
quite. We are within a prism. Of the mummy’s making.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Magically intrusive. Got it!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Red blinked. The Highest’s tiny paws
batted against my neck. Just where my golden pauldron touched the
skin. <Yes. Let Red distract. Two way connection. Help <i>Maiden</i>
with her mission.></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He stressed Mom’s callsign. No slip
ups here. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I tested the air. The faint whiff of
perfume surprised me. It was Doc’s favorite. But that didn’t make
much sense. My back went rigid as a figure burst through the trees.
Every aspect of her was a complete copy of Lorain. Except for the
eyes. Those green orbs held no warmth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Renenutet’s sorceress attire hadn’t
changed much. I stepped in front of Paxton and The Puzzler to protect
them. Lensflair spat on the ground, “Foul wretch!” Perfect white
teeth glinted as she smiled, “You assume much dear boy.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Maiden withdrew a curved dagger from her
armor. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The mark of the Golden City. Ta’mathon’s
crane seal blazed with White Scrawl.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Quicker than my eye could follow she
made a cutting motion in the air. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Renenutet snarled. Her left hand went to
her face. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Clever. But how long can you stay
functional here even with his protection!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Maiden forced me back with a gentle
push. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paxon lit a cigar. He kept his lighter
ready. I knew magical basics but this wasn't my main rodeo. So to
speak. Emerald K-9 bristled. His eyes never wavered from Lorain’s
crazed doppelganger. Ren pressed her hands to her hips.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I wasn’t supposed to be here.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mom replied, “That low on the totem
pole?” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She shook her head. Pouring on the false
sympathy. “Not worth much to him are you? Just a broken copy from a
failed universe.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ren laughed. A light and musical
refrain. Lensflair shrouded us in a beam of blazing light. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>As my vision cleared we were at the base
of a blackened Ziggurat. The winds swept through my bones. N-Energy
danced between my nodes. Ren giggled. “Think you can handle what’s
in my mind dearies?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I squeezed my left hand into a ball.
Then relaxed it. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I channeled the thinnest thread of
N-energy into it. I could feel the tiles of the museum floor.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was a start.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos crouched over the Banner. Her
left hand twitched repeatedly.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Clever but that won’t save you from
the Prism of the Mind. I had hoped Judgment would make a showing
instead but I’ll take what I can get.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Let’s go grab that item shall we?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer and Medusa fanned out. An
item that Thoth had intended to use on Chronos. Stolen from Area 51
in the previous cycle. Now? It would be the only thing that would
allow for a proper transfer. They all were so certain he wanted the
Banner’s Twin. A master stroke really.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos would allow Thoth to fall into
that trap.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Parents were often blinded by the love
for their children. Mother doted on him so. His Father wished to
redeem him. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He would consume them both. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>All of reality would be his to shape.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer glared at the crumbling edifice
of the Mummy’s mind. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Even with a rejuvenated physical form
she still reeked of short sighted power grabs. Her gold and white
dress fluttered in the breeze. The commissioner had taken the lead.
Careful to keep his lighter at the ready. It was an astonishing
magical artifact. From before Convergence. What had he been in
another life? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer had already given these people
enough clues about his powers. Many thought his light abilities were
purely demi origin. It was a mix. This body could channel magic but
his specific demi ability let him manipulate light. Along all
spectrum. Even able to tap into light from the multiverse at large. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This was a trap but to reveal what? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>What was Chronos actual after?</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lensflair formed a string of lights that
circled Ren. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She winced. Her Black Scrawl tattoos
crawled up her back. Around her shoulders.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Keep walking demon!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He made sure to add a slight quiver to
his voice. He was supposed to be young after all. Let the Banner
wonder. Feed just enough to distract her. He had to know. Chronos had
a goal none suspected.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The cow colored rat paused. His whiskers
twitched, <<Broken mind! Mirrored thoughts. Watch for the
knives!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I watched as Lensflair glared at the
Ziggurat. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>So he had magical based ability. The
light cubes circled Ren. Firing small sparks to keep the Black Scrawl
at bay. Unease rose in my gut. His eyes had become two hardened
points. Far too bitter for such a young face. Had he been a former
soul slave to the Eternal Empire? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mr. Red exclaimed, <<The man
between all worlds governs all!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A way to describe <span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">Omu’sol.
</span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;">Mom’s
mission. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The
doors creaked open. The faint drip of water resonated. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> I</span> tested the air again. I had none of my enhanced senses. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>My
nodes pulsed. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>My
fingers curled into a fist once more. Then relaxed. The tiled
surface.</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The
foyer. I inhaled again. </span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Snake
Charmer was moving away. Medusa’s footsteps were lighter. She had
taken off her boots. The prism had closed off my powers within its
boarders but my physical body could still detect the real world. But
if I unleashed my nodes? That would reveal a new skill. This was just
as much a intel run for Chronos as anything else.</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>What
was hidden within the building he desired?</span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Interlude Witchlights: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_20.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 1: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-rebirth-issue-1.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-7501497407229862302023-08-20T19:39:00.004-07:002023-09-28T11:27:39.319-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Interlude Witchlights<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Interlude: Witchlights</span></b></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span> </span>All
this to protect the greatest secrets of all. In order to remake the
Tapestry one has to be able to access all aspects of it. The Banner
will be the key. Now all we have to do is trust her to turn it just
so. As the Wall wills it.--Annals of Tarvel: High Order Encryption</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Lensflair has a good intuition.
I’ve decided to add him to a secondary string of Protectorate
activities. Should be a good motivator.--Moonlighter </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>All of these fools. I will
continue to break bread with my enemies. The look of horror on their
faces will be perfect.--Thoth </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Star Spangled Banner Museum </b></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>March</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>8</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
5</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I whistled cheerfully as I flagged
Paxton over.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even as I marveled over the revelations
about the Tarvelians. It was astounding how much my ancestor had been
able to obfuscate that aspect. C’alain’s voice filled the void in
the back of my mental landscape.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>>>They possessed magic and some
demi abilites that are apparent within humanity. Just not in as great
of numbers as you. The events around your birth and your brother’s
were locked in. None of us wanted to burden you more than we had to.
Even your mother does not know all the family secrets. Or your
grandparents. With the advent of Convergence we were able to give
them a life that wasn’t as beholden to House protocol.<< </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I replied, >>So that’s why
Tarvel played up the “lower tech threshold” angle.<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>C’alain noted, >>Exactly. For
Chronos had already infiltrated areas otherwise closed off to his
fallen purpose. So we planted different kinds of tech to distract
him.<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paxton motioned to the southern side of
the building. “Let’s get this show on the road shall we?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I paused to look at the words stenciled
on the display under the statue of myself holding up a half replica
of Earth and Typha combined. Instead of it revealing me to the world
the words were simplified this time around.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Together we shall build the wall that
will cradle every nation that </i><i>follows</i><i>. As we sail
across the sea of stars our hope will guide us to the future.</i><i>
Each step out into the black will remind us of home.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I did miss the part about being a child
of two worlds but that wouldn’t be as accurate as many thought. The
giant ringing three rose within my mind. Every sector of space
followed that principle. Sol had Humanity, Typherians and Bardaxians.
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>No Uplift Protocol to separate us.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I messaged Nola, <<Does this mean
we are….>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her image flickered to life in the
corner of my eye.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She held up her mirror and winked.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Rascal!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nola replied, <<Only the best for
you dear 5<sup>th</sup> of 5<sup>th</sup> cousins!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I was beginning to think my life was one
messy soap opera away from “Astounding Family Twists!” Paxton
took one look at my expression and burst out laughing, “It’s not
that bad. I think! Just a null space that no one can get through.
Even Moonlighter got push back.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Void Maiden and the Puzzler met me at
the spot that had confounded even the best of Bardaxian trackers. The
wall shimmered then a rat the size of a German Shepherd Dog rolled
about. His whiskers twitched. He pawed at his face for a moment. His
cream and brown fur mottled akin to a cow.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He sat up on his hind legs. His forepaws grabbed the edge of my cape. He held it reverently. “So good!
Nice to be here. Before the Witching Hour!” His voice was deeper
than expected. No collar for translation. I assumed magic. Emerald
K-9 floated in behind us. His head on a swivel. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He let out a few choice barks as
Lensflair joined us.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“That’s it? A humongous rat?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The rodent in question drew up to his
full height. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He proclaimed, “I am Reginald Herbert
Olmark the 4<sup>th</sup>! But you make call me Mr. Red.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lensflair snorted, “Right. And I’m
King Arthur.” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The rat pressed one paw to my shoulder. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“It has begun!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Green mist exploded from the walls. A
voice echoed through the communications hub within the museum. “Sweet
dreams!” My vision blurred. I had just enough time to catch the
others as they fell. I concentrated on the figure as it approached.
It didn’t remove its mask but the way he moved reminded me of….</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer grunted as he tried to
remove Void Maiden’s helmet. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>No good.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was reinforced via magic and
technology. A pity. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The ruined form of the Eternal Empire
sorceress ran her fingers across the dais of the statue. “I wasn’t
able to have enough fun last time. Time for round 2! I do find it
hilarious that she and Impossible never hooked up this go around.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Charmer tossed the scroll at the
withered corpse. “Just get on with it.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary Brookes aimed a kick at the
Banner’s head. Her foot broke in three places. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She welcomed the pain, “Let’s hope
my father is right about this.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary let out a peel of laughter. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Oh yes. That I do recall. No sweet
little Doctor to pull you out of this magical stupor.” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Renenutet pouted, “Just a little
taste….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary’s face congealed. Two black
orbs grew on her face until her mouth was a mere slit.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The mummy recoiled. She bowed. “My
lord.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos relinquished control. Hilary
scowled. “I hate it when he does that.”</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 35: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Book 12 Prologue: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-rebirth-prologue.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-50145084321195162542023-08-18T18:37:00.002-07:002023-09-12T19:43:11.866-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 35<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Issue 35: Light Extinguished </b></span>
</span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Hextor has gathered all of
Urraden’s host to him. From all the former cycles. He doesn’t
move fast enough! We must take matters into our own hands.--Fragment
of the Hidden Dominion </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>E’ratha desires a new form. I
shall give her one.--Hextor Urraden</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This was the purpose of the old
souls. The shambling bodies. The endless Void Walker clones. We shall
not survive Chronos.--Lilith</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Flagship </b><b>Coils of The Mother</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>In Orbit of N-Typha</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>March</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>8</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
5</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span></span></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor watched as the mechanized arms
lifted E’ratha’s renewed form onto the birthing pod. The
membranes sparked. Her fingers clawed at the outer edges. Hextor held
out one hand. “She must do this herself.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The blackened forms of the Reavers
paused. Their sharpened fangs protruded from twisted lips. They were
the former personal guard of his house. Blessed with the singular
thread of the All-Mother. Not that pretender. They had both called
themselves the Lord and Lady of Tarkanan. Each brick had wasted away
as the cycles continued. Abbadon had thought himself a creator. A
ruler. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor sneered, “None are above the
Dark of the All-Mother. It is she who rebelled against the folly of
the All-Father. It is because of her we have the choice. They call
him Oversoul. As if that encapsulates all truth.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos threatened that truth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He desired more than his blessed place
at her side.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Three sons of the Dark.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth, Lucifer and Chronos.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Granted the gifts beyond mortal ken.
What did that emaciated Void Walker do? Broke his soul apart into
trinkets. To be wasted. Diluting his power for what? To be known by
endless names and vices of mortals? Even now his broken forms clawed
at the embers. E’ratha howled as she emerged from the membrane. Her
ragged breath frosted the air. Hextor waited. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He had made sure every part of her was
perfect.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even her own Primary Branch family
wouldn’t recognize her.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He smiled, “Excellent.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>E’ratha crawled.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her body ached. Her eyes grew accustomed
to the dark. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor reclined upon his throne.
Anointed by the Mother. She knew now why she had been routed by J’ino
and the rest. She had believed the lies of Chronos. He was a false
messiah. A reconstituted doll filling endless corpses. What had been
the point of Abbadon? Being the serpent in the garden every cycle?
What had he really accomplished? Convergence had given the enemy a
fighting chance.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth crouched next to her.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His form nearly translucent. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Oh? Haven’t figured it out yet?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dreamweaver eyes. Orbs of glass and
fire.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He gestured with his knife, “They all
serve in the end.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her fingers brushed the base of the
dais. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth added gaily, “Just as you did.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She snarled at him. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor’s eyes locked onto her. Daring
her to climb.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her body shivered in the dim glow of the
throne room.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her muscles struggled to obey. As
helpless as a newborn. But whole. She luxuriated in the renewed power
flowing from her Typherian nodes. Thoth leaned in close. His lips
touched her ear. “Ask yourself why he needed the Devourer’s
form.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor summoned his Black Scrawl blade.
The tip floated just behind Thoth’s right ear.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Twin Blades of the Unity All-Mother
hissed, “Transgression!” Hunin pulsed with a muted golden aura.
While its sister blade bleated from Thoth’s hip. Its aura a vibrant
green. They had taken the old forms. One’s that even Hextor
wouldn’t recognize. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor hooked his thumbs into his belt
as he reclined upon his Throne.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Three small drops of blood fell to the
deck as he motioned to Thoth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth bowed. His left fist over his
heart, “As you will it.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The projection faded as Thoth’s
physical host awakened from its normalized sleep cycle. The remaining
threads of the Dreamweaver’s abilities dissipated as if they had
never existed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>E’ratha said, “How is it that the
Dreamweaver of all things survived?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor flicked his index finger. Silken
robes conformed to E’ratha’s body.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He answered plainly, “To make us
remember. Every power comes with a price.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer’s hands ran against the
southern wall of the Banner museum. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Others within the Protectorate indicated
the “all clear” signal with a quick set of frequencies. Time was
running short. Already the visions wormed their way into his brain.
Chronos had never desired his own form. Rather the only point was to
procure a form that would let him endure beyond the sway of both
Mother and Father. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He muttered under his breath, “A son
of lesser sons.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Moonlighter turned, “...agreed.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The other demi crossed himself. Lucifer
bowed his head to cover his annoyance.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Here he was. Stuck in a mortal demi
body. While Thoth and Chronos moved their pieces into place. Mother
was coming home to collect everyone. With their Father on her heels.
All would be forced to choose. To think that runt everyone knew as
Meathook would be key. It was sheer madness. That one housed the
First Blood. Tu-in.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>There was truth within the division of
the Three.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Oversoul O’rammu, the All-Father on
High.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>N’othara, the All-Mother of Endless
Night. Also known as the Nothing. Mother of all Entropy. The knife
which bled into the Firsts of Eden. Along with her first shell,
Chronos. Thoth, reconstituted from the darkest of dreamers.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His reawakened memory flowed through the
endless permutations. The third Aspect had never been revealed to
him. The Golden Host had never been privy to such matters. Even then
the Oversoul had know of his treachery. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer’s eyes narrowed, “Feel
this?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Moonlighter attempted to phase through.
He bounced off the wall. His boots skidded off the grass.
“Extraordinary!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer winced as the wards repelled
him. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This was made for one person. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We better get Star on this. Where is
she anyway? Didn’t the Protectorate higher ups clue her in?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Omu’sol plucked the strings. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His purple fingers flashed golden for a
split second. The spider thin tattoos channeled his power into the
Three Foundations.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The instrument hummed. He smiled as the
familiar red, white and blue figure landed. Star took a seat after a
slight hesitation. Her head cocked to the side, “They are already
asking for me back at New Ashbury.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He continued to play, “….tell me,
how do you see this ending?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star considered the simple garden
arrayed around her. The stone echoed with a long forgotten energy.
Her eyes flashed with the golden brilliance of the cosmos. Then the
energy receded. Leaving her legacy naked for all to see. Her Ayeer
gray irises were lined with gold at the center. The black sclera
offset by the mark of all Three. His mark was hidden. As with all the
cycles. What the Mother had tore from him from the Breaking of the
Three would come back to haunt her.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star replied, “The Vigil. What we do
now will ripple across all universes.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Omu’sol tapped the hollowed curve of
the instrument.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She listened as the Tarvelian continued
to pluck at the strings.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Tarvelian grinned, “Just so. But
which aspect shall hold dominion?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The music cut through all other noise.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Beautiful
in its simplicity. I considered the ancient man next to me. Golden
threads crisscrossed his hands, arms and upper torso. Pulsating in
time with the melody. The words came unbidden</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">,
</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-weight: normal;">“</span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
Stars Above. Reignited. May their Light </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Encompass</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
All. Leading Us from Darkness.” </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">It
was an old motto. One nearly forgotten. He smiled. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Yes.
They were stolen from me.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>I
sucked in a breath. “She took them.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>The
Typherian Houses. Set’s corruption, in reality, Lucifer’s had
allowed for the Uplift Protocol to worm its way into every aspect of
that society. But not just Typha. Everyone. Even Earth. Each of the
Three vying for a piece of the Tapestry. Entropy, the final death.
The bright band of Light. Life everlasting. The one in-between. Made
to watch both. Encompass everything. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>The
reasons for Convergence were laid bare. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>The
Three were making for a final sweep. What would remain would be
decided by mortal and demi alike. I didn’t consider myself a
betting woman. But I had faith. </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Omu’sol
spoke, his words measured, “Each string of mortal kind was offered
a glimpse into the Foundations of all Three.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Humanity
favored the blazing Light of the Oversoul. </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">To
seek beyond the Stars.</span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Typha
was divided. The Commons </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">recognized
the need for Life and Death. So they found a link to the Tarvelians.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>My
fingers curled into fists.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Most
of the Houses went wholesale into the arms of….”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Auggie
sneezed. <<What caused the Mother to renounce her role?>></span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>I
paused. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>Omu’sol
replied, “She wished to govern all three. Saying that only the
feminine could understand the value of life and death. Since they
were forced to give life unto the children within the womb.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>I
thought of my parents. “Forced? Last time I checked it usually
requires teamwork to have children.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Omu’sol
gestured to the garden with his instrument.</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“The
Ayeer still understand this fundamental notion. Alongside humanity
and her allies. It helps that a certain set of </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">Urraden</span></i></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">
twins know this.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>I
studied the plains of his face. Every curve. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Tarvel
was the first interstellar nation.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>Omu’sol
smiled up at me. He made a small gesture.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“They
interbred with the first Typherians they met.”</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>The
picture cleared to a cutting edge. </span></span></span></span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>Data
flowed across my HUD.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="text-decoration: none;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>I
clicked the file open with one twitch of my eye.</span></span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>T.</b><b>S.S Patterns of Light</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>In Orbit of Typha</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Age
of Expansion//</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">Syncing
with Tarvelian Cycle Archives</span></span></span></span></b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ramarik studied the unusual planet. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Its outer white shell gleamed in the
light of its twin suns.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His first officer motioned to the
displays, “They have anti-grav power sources.” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Another added, “Three orbital
platforms detected. One is still running on nuclear high matter.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ramarik launched the probe. It
shimmered. All three layers coiled about it. Weave, physical and
soul. As was proper. It teleported. Their screens filled with the
wonders of another society. At the brink of self discovery. The
patterns of Light Shamans hummed. Though they called them by another
name here. Three men, their armor etched with warding sigils met upon
a battlefield. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The translated words echoed across the
bridge.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Hextor! Renounce the evils of her
House! The Hidden has no sway here!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“My dear castoff. You are blinded by
Ayeer promises. The only path to our victory is to obey her. Already
she warned me of the Outsiders. Those who would poison us!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The probe translated the threaded
structures of the individuals. Noting their impressions within the
Tapestry. C’alain. First of the Ayeers. Builder of the Wall of Soul
Memory. The defacto ruler of Typha. O’rammu’s blessings shined
the brightest against the flecks of the Shadowed Wife. The other
would be Hextor. First hand of the Dark. Howler at the Gates.
N’othara’s Lies curled about his soul akin to a second skin. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The final man gave Ramarik pause. Both
patterns circled him. Yet remained outside of his reach. This one
would be the final point. He was an Urraden of the 2<sup>nd</sup>
Branch. Demoted due to his defective golden eyes. A sign that he
rejected the power of N’othara. A phantom hand curled about that
one. Lines would intersect. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ramarik gave the command.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>In order to smash the coils of the false
Ouro they would land.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>As he descended the main ramp his red
hair caught the eye of another.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A union that would tip the balance
forever.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The sharp crack of a bullet rang out.
Hextor stumbled backwards as the Ayeer host surged forward. Ramarik
held out his hands. Urraden’s forces stumbled as gravity bored down
on them. He shouted, “By the Wall of Adamant we shall endure!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One Urraden underling howled as the
hated Ayeers took up defensive positions. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>E’var Urranden’s golden eyes sized
up the newcomers. It had been in Typherian. If rather robotic. Their
purple skin and outlandish tattooed faces hummed with power. A white
clad officer made a sharp cutting motion and another one of Hextor’s
commanders went flying across the field. He landed in a dull thud
over 30 feet away. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A few House members had powers. But this
was different. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The tallest of the outlanders, with a
neatly trimmed red beard, stepped forward.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Hail to the Pattern of Light. May the
Oversoul bless you.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>C’alain stiffened as they named the
Father. Light of all Souls.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The visions never lied. The great dark
was already upon them. He motioned to his men, “Form up! Who knows
what….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A vibrant pillar of green light blazed
across the ground. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor bowed mockingly. “Be seeing
you. Builder.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>C’alain dashed towards the spot where
Hextor had been. Only burnt grass and ozone remained. The dark
mirrors. For all to live? This cycle would be reborn. He met the gaze
of the purple skinned captain. “Welcome to Typha. If you are here
to warn us of the Void Walkers. You are a bit late.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ramarik pulled out his family mirror.
Held it up to the Typherians before him.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“That is not our mission.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>C’alain peered into the depths. His
frown grew.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Is that the only way?” He did not
doubt the other man. For this was Light Sage work. Of the finest
order. The patterns rippled across his skin. All aspects of the Three
had been corrupted by the Hidden One. He bowed his head, “Then let
us prepare.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>For all to live? This cycle would fade.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>C’alain vowed, “By each brick….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ramarik finished,”...we seed the
future.”</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 34: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_14.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Interlude Witchlights: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_20.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-75274881938559947522023-08-14T16:16:00.032-07:002023-09-12T18:38:43.569-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 34<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 34: A Father’s Wrath</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Could the solution be that
simple? --Jonas “Eddie” Olsten</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My husband often wondered what
his role would be. Now he knows.--Nola Olsten</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>I always said it would be a team
effort. Sure? Some of us were uniquely placed to handle certain types
of combat or problems but in the end? Everyone else saved
me.--Private Log: Sleeping in Starlight</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Atlantis</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Undercroft</b><b>, Sector </b><b>1128</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon skidded to a halt.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He pressed his palm to the reader.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It turned a bright blue, <<Protectorate
business?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon replied, “X-ray, Two, Two,
Zulu, Eight, Niner.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Biometrics and Audio variance
verified.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The door shimmered. He took the steps
downward two at a time. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>At’lan diverted power to the
teleporter, “Omegas will meet you at the RV point. Good Luck!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His nanosuit flowed over his skin.
Muthra wards synced with his implants. His heartbeat roared in his
ears as the energy faded. His HUD flashed red. He dived to the side
as a massive metallic spider smashed one black digit into the dust of
the asteroid. E’ratha gloated, <<What do we have here?>>
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon felt the pinprick against his
skin. Lorain’s power washed over him. Altering his features. He
blinked to clear his vision and rolled under E’ratha’s massive
belly. He had to make this convincing. He placed the charges.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Meathook crawled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The cold surface had long ago ripped
away his finger pads. His chest was a ruin. He no longer hungered.
All of his vital organs had withered away. A new thread wormed its
way through his spine.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Helios. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Mother’s Arrival. The Banner and
her twin had managed to integrate lost souls back into their proper
soul cycle. As if that would save any of them. Many had tried to
consume him. To no avail. He had already been twisted by Abbadon.
Chronos. Even Lucifer. Nyx had taken credit for his creation. He
snarled. A lower form of life. Granted the pale fire only at the
behest of Chronos. He phased through the Devouer’s domain. His
passage went unremarked for he no longer possessed the physical
markers of his former shell.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ obsidian eyes formed above
him.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Mother? Why do you fight me. We want
the same thing. I raised Hextor and his armies.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She curled about him. A mighty
Ourobourous with dark whirlpools in the place of eyes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I know. I raised you well. But why
consume me when you can consume<i> </i><i>him.”</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><i>
</i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Meathook squeezed under a slat
of obsidian. His bones crunched and reformed to accommodate his new
position. There was no pain. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">The
glint on his left thumb drew his attention. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">A
brass ring. Not a gift from Cain. Not possible. That one had fled.
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">The dark sang to him.
Meathook continued to bend. Let them eat each other.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>The
silence was soothing. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eventually he could not longer go
forward. His body contorted. He climbed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>With
one final push he broke through. He settled into the compartment.
People were crying. A mix of Litari, Typherian and Human. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">His
hands passed through a blonde woman’s head. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Her
thoughts revealed quite the boon.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
</span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Arthon “nursed” his left arm. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>To most scanners it would appear broken.
He dared not look within the Weave. The Omegas wanted to see where
civilians were being taken. This particular outpost was mostly
surveyors for larger companies. From all appearances Hextor didn’t
have the ability to breach the Ouro in mass but his agents had been
among those affected by the Ninth Array pulse triggered by Chronos. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>N-Typha. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They had to crack it.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Everything would go into containment.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nuul adjusted the flight pattern. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His son’s signal a muted golden
triangle on the sensors. Valkyrie and Sparta were curled next to him
in the anti-grav harnesses. Weave space still contained dangers but
with Convergence? They came out on the other side with new insights.
At least now Chronos was forced to operate only within the physical
layer. Everything else had been denied him. The Tarvelians controlled
the flow of the Shield Worlds. He didn’t ask about any additional
projects. This ship was made from previous cycle materials. Saved in
the bowls of Tarkanan. House Urraden markers. The only reason the
Weave didn’t immediately crush their ship was due to the controlled
bursts of Light Shaman wards.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Tivus lifted his head from the
engineering station, “All sectors report!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Human, Typerian and Muthra responded. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A team of 60 men. Selected for a
singular purpose.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Infiltrate N-Typha.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Spread the counter thread.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>So it would be sucked into the Final
Pattern.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A prison that would make the Ninth
Circle look like a resort spa.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A universe that would never again touch
the Light of the Creator.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The harsh crimson shape of E’ratha
appeared on his main screen holo.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Black Scrawl speech flowed through the
ship’s relays.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Standby for transference.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nuul guided the ship from Weave space
into the physical domain. His gaze hardened as other civilians were
hauled into the prison barges. House Urranden banners prominent
across the sides.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>All of them had volunteered.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>500 to throw themselves against the
machinations of Hextor.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He sent one last dead drop to General
Murphy then followed E’ratha into the breach. A black mirror gate.
The outer edges cracked even as they past through. One time use.
Tivus remarked, “The Weave and Soul tears at it even now. It abides
no lasting horror.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nuul gave one tiny nod. “As is
proper.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A vast expanse of corridors formed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Then the curve of a pristine planet
materialized.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sparta growled. Barely above the rumble
of the ship’s engines.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The surface of N-Typha was stark white.
The forests that dotted the surface gleamed orange-red. While the
waters were emerald. Extra orbital factories curled about. A black
sun gleamed with a golden corona. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Meathook withdrew his hands from the
woman’s mind.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>None of these were sheep. Would it be
worth it to warn the Urraden? Meathook shook his head. No. His leash
was finally cut. Away little bird. None had truly cared for him. Not
even dear old Mommy Nyx. For a fraction of a second he snarled at the
rest within this container. Muthra. Suicidal as always. Each side
deserved the other. Good preached self sacrifice while Evil demanded
obedience. He paused.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Considering his options.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He whispered, “Why not destroy all of
them?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon hung his head to hide his shock.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The creature crouched. Its ruined form
twisted with N energy. Patches of yellowed skin clung to its withered
bones. How was he seeing it? Curled fingers brushed against the side
of a dark haired Typherian. It muttered, “Not sheep. Destroy both.
Let Oversoul and False Mother die. Let Chronos die. Banner Twins. All
must die.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon linked to his suit’s feeds.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It only detected the life around him.
The base components of the transport hull.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The creature giggled. A wispy sound that
made his blood run cold. The yellowed flesh reformed across the
emaciated skeleton. Until its face was only a half ruin. One
blackened eye on an elongated yellow stalk swiveled about the room.
Sweat dripped down Arthon’s chin. He silently wondered, “How does
Eddie deal with this? Wish he was here with me. He’d have it all
figured out by now.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon’s hands tightened into fists as
the other side of the compartment hissed open.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hulking figures pushed their captives
forward.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Typherians but twisted. Too many eyes.
Hands. Legs. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arms that bent every which way. A
walking jigsaw puzzle of flesh.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon reached out to grab one woman who
nearly fainted.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He stared into his own eyes. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>An Eternal Empire Muthra.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Dominator of Athalas drawled, “You
serve Hextor Urraden now.” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The green clothed demi next to him
stared hard at each prisoner. “They all have standard healing
nanites. Due to Doctor Impossible. No military grade wear.” His
eyes passed over Arthon. Then he paused. His head tilted to the left.
“But that doesn’t clear them. Recommend we place them all in the
Gradiant until we can settle matters.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Viper motioned to Dominator, <<Ugly
splitjack from the C-N domain is taste testing these bags.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dominator smirked, <<Anything we
need to worry our esteemed leader about?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Viper eyeballed the previous cycle
Artock hybrid. <<Maybe. Could be a bleedout from Helios. Lots
of souls got pounded into mush. Not pretty.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Viper twitched as the thing clambered up
the back of a Brood Mesh.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It eyed him with equal distaste. Madness
burned in its solitary black orb.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dom snapped his fingers. The prisoners
were guided from the main station bay to the lifts. The surface of
Typha would be the final destination. For the ritual. Almost made him
miss the simple days of hunting slaves across the sands of
Ta’rammon’s private terratha. <<Put one of your Hounds on
this creature. Can’t be too sure of its motives.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Meathook reached out to tap the little
spider bot that followed him. His index finger passed through its
milky outer shell. A few black threads shot out in response. It was
biomechanical. Baseline thoughts echoed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>>>N-Energy detected. Rerouting to
Source.<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>>>Previous Cycle DNA. Void Walker.
Artock/Fallen Gemini<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He poked it again.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>>>Tu-in-55-99<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Tu-in.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The words flowed across his tongue. A
forgotten ember ignited.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>First Shell.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Meathook smiled.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Yes. Now he recalled. His original form.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Oh yes. They would all burn. He hummed
faintly.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“By first called flame we are.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Viper held the recorded words to the far
side of the room.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He ran it through the translator for the
10<sup>th</sup> time.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>By first called flame we are. Burned
Void beyond.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>Crowned in golden rays. Next to the
sun. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Find us all little children. For the
night is done.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Fall away to the distant shore. One
by one.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Clear the land of mirrors for all is
one.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Last in starlight. Run run run.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>It
was the first song of many. From the earliest days of the Eternal
Empire.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Their
first king who had been taken. Returned with forbidden knowledge.
</span><span style="font-style: normal;">Other voices joined the
recordings. Greek. Roman. From Earths and other planets long gone.
That splitjack housed the last of the missing souls. Viper cross
referenced the languages. </span><span style="font-style: normal;">He
was no historian. Even his personal computer </span><span style="font-style: normal;">wasn't</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
able to identify them all. How had that creature been able to consume
that many?! He partitioned the data.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
</span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>He
walked briskly to Dominator’s quarters.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"> <span> </span><<We
need more Hounds. Every single one you can squeeze out of Hextor.>></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Dominator’s
eyes widened as the controlled burst of data linked to his HUD. It
deleted after a few moments but the message was clear. <<I
think I know just the phrase to use.>></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>That
creature shouldn't exist. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>None
could hold more than one soul to a body.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>He
considered the possibilities.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>“Bring
me one of the Nameless.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Viper
nodded curtly. “As you wish.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"> <span> </span><<It
flickered in my vision. An endless mirror.>></span></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-size: large; font-style: normal;">Issue 33: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_8.html">Here</a></span></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 35: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/09/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-39373983053938706502023-08-08T21:52:00.059-07:002023-08-28T16:26:33.409-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 33<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 33: Mission of Mercy</span></b></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Triad Sector Alert: Any and all
demis able to survive in Space please report to the closest military
outpost. Magical Tier Rank 2 and above needed for Weave monitoring.
Soul Layer Wardens activated.--ANN Special Report (Territory Update)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Send out every priest we have.
Renew all wards. Protections. No stone shall go beyond our sight. The
enemy is already at our doorstep.--Holy Seat of Avalon, St. Darius
Cathedral </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Chronos controls all of them. I
felt it even as Crossguard removed the remaining metallic shards.--
King Arthur, Protector of All Realms of Camelot </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Once more into the Black. Not as the
Banner. Eventually I’d be able to balance both parts of my
life.--Private Musings</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Jupiter Rising</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>S</b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>tone
Reaches, Sector 587</b></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b> </b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>The
band was back together. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">There
was an advantage to having our secret IDs obfuscated once more. Meant
I could have whomever I wanted on my ship. No one would bat an eye at
a General’s daughter pulling in some favors to get what she wanted.
This time around I even enjoyed having a proper military career with
the Outer Terran Corps. Specializing in scouting missions of a
classified endeavor. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Once
the Banner had reoriented in the minds of the general population my
alternative cover alongside Dexter’s had integrated properly with
our Murphy life within this cycle.</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Reality shifts. I didn’t try to keep
track of it all. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>Our
overall history had remained nearly flawless. Expect this time we had
gained memories of growing up properly alongside each other with mom,
dad, Zack….so many siblings. Yet there was a set not recalled by
anyone but myself. Gwen, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Tobin,
and Jace. The Void Man whispered mentally, </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i><span style="font-weight: normal;">>>In
the end? You shall choose.<<</span></i></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They served as the mortal eyes of the
Oversoul. Broken up to understand the threads of those who lived upon
the physical plane.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Taleer linked in from the mid decks.
“Should be quite the sight!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Lorain
turned from the sensor array, “Right where General Murphy said it
would be!”</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Eddie
had activated our stealth suite even before we had left Earth. My
Typherian grandparents had joined us. Citing the desire to get out
into the expanse once more. J’dax had joined us as well. It was a
regular picnic! </span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>M’taris swiveled in her grav chair.
She pointed out, “Double check all suit seals!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“</span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">Diamonds!”</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She took it upon herself to fix my
flight jacket. “Even you!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I got it. I had become so accustomed to
not hiding my Banner abilities that I had gotten out of practice.
Jacob’s mirth was evident. His thumbs hooked into his belt.
“Grandmothers will...” </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Anna’s heels clicked, “Will what?”
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Jacob finished, “...forever hen peck
things!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>He
made a few hearty clunking noises.</span></span></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Anna put on her Speaker gloves one at a
time.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Just you wait!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Samantha elbowed me, “Get a move on
Captain Cosmos!”</span></p>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Augustus bounded a few feet ahead. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His space suit a deep red color. White
highlights along the back. His ears swiveled in a set of plexicrete
triangles. A clear fishbowl helmet. Most considered it a classic
callback. I fought the urge to fly strait away to scoop up the
adorable corgi. He barked rapidly. The sound carried over the team
coms net.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Cooper told me what to look for!
Yes he did!>></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His nub of a tail thudded against the
restraints of the suit. I added another dollar to the Murphy Jar of
Earth Bardaxian cuteness. Dad and my Typherian aunt still donated to
the Curse Jar. Mom’s image materialized in the corner of my eye.</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//You don’t have to do that all the
time dear. Its not like we are hurting for money.//</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I pursed my lips. Whistled a jaunty
tune.</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mom crossed her arms. //...and all the
world’s a stage….// She shot me a fond glance before cutting the
transmission.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nola was to my right. Alongside Eddie.
Doc brought up the rear while Horus and Taleer kept watch on the left
flank. The Stone Reaches. A massive asteroid belt that circled three
stars. White dwarfs all. The one we landed on held an extra feature.
Augustus circled the lip of a crater. The barks gained volume. </span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I murmured, “Who’s such a good
boy?!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He tilted his head to the side. <<I
am!>></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I peered into the dark. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I froze. “Oh.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One massive silver-gray and black eye
stared back at me.</span></p>
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<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Titan known as Little Soul unfurled
from her resting place. </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>>>Ahh. Eden Primary. I welcome
you.<< The hybrid demi leaned in. By the set of her shoulders
the Titan could tell she was straining to detect others within the
layers of All. The power brimming of the Avatar of All muted by her
remaining mortal shell. >>Always a good idea. Never know who
else may be watching!<< </span>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Titan yawned. Then shrank to the
size of a Golden Retriever. </span>
</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I welcome the crew of the Jupiter
Rising. Learn what must be!”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The world shifted as she brought them
forward.</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>N</b><b>ew Ashbury Datacrux</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Museum of Heroes</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>February</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>2</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>8</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>10</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>5,</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span> </span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie blinked. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His hidden sense went bonkers. His wife
shot him a concerned glance. Crowds of people moved through the
exhibit. Species she didn’t recognize. One man in a yellow and
black demi suit appeared next to them, “Yes! I didn’t think I’d
be so lucky! This way!” He beamed at the rest of the Jupiter’s
away team. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He guided them to the 34<sup>th</sup>
level. A silver sphere had encased them.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Temporal rules! I am a member a
Knight of Avalon as well as a Protectorate member.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He flashed the dual rings around his
neck.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“This way!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza nodded. Her expression priceless. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“You mean my brain won’t be
scrambled to the Ouro barrier and back?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Not this time!” The man’s
cheerful response made me let out a burst of laughter.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Someone out there must really love
me. This time.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The sphere opened up to reveal a massive
room. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Three hooded figures rose from the
floor. Their robes a simple white with golden sashes about their
waists. Doc sucked in a breath, “Their faces!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Tobin smiled. >>This is what they
see.<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gwen and Jace also had the cosmos
swirling about their features. Much like the Void Man.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen raised a simple golden rod. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Three questions.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I scooped up Auggie. Tobin rested his
sword lightly on Taleer’s right shoulder.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Taleer asked, “How do we negate the
Devourer’s domain?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Tobin replied, “By the one who holds
both Thrones.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My Markav friend stiffened. It only
lasted a few heartbeats but when he recovered he glanced at me. His
eyes searching. “Creator preserve us. It was never a Throne to
rule….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gwen scratched Auggie’s chin, “No
need to ask your question little one.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain Lanis knew what Taleer had seen. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She had been forced to watch as well.
Eliza would rescue her “brother.” The shell that would change the
course of everything. Soul wards clung to Murphy’s demi uniform.
But she was out of phase. One moment the Banner? The next she took on
the silver and gold. An awakened form that none had expected to see
again. The final form made Lorain advert her eyes. She didn’t want
to dwell on it. Why did it always come back to those burial robes.
Not even the style of the new cycle. It was House Ayeer once more.
Entwined with Urraden symbology. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“You wear the skin of my sons!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Mother of All was in the form of an
old crone. Hair brittle. Yellowed eyes sunken. Sallow skin. Her nails
dripped with crimson miasma. It was the only way Lorain’s mind
could interpret the entity within Chronos. Within all the evils of
the Universe. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza sucked in a breath. The ice
blasted the crone backward.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even as she reached for <i>Dexter</i>.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos manifested. His wasted form
twisted. Shadowed fingers brushed against the exposed flesh of
Dexter’s ankle. Chronos seethed, “That one was always mine!”
Thoth smiled as his dear niece pulled him from the fire. He had all
he wanted. Lorain watched as the threads she had imbued into the
shell activated. Preventing Chronos or Thoth from warning their dread
Mother. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer dived from above. His blackened
blade angled for a killing blow.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jonas “Eddie” Olsten clapped his
hand over his mouth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Was that the only way? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hidden threads glowed. Twin souls. One
to the Dead. One to the Living.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Void Man leaned in. “To you we
give a command.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eddie stiffened as the Oversoul’s
mandate flowed through him.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> Three Sons. United by Blood, Terror
and Bone.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> A Sickened Mirror to Mortal, Weave
and Soul.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> Hidden Sight shall pull the strings.
Healer’s wings sail beyond. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><i>Mirror’s Mask shall
enthrall.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Nola
bowed her head. “As you will it.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>She
clutched her family mirror. Passed down through each cycle. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Of all
the races theirs was the most ancient. Renewed through all the epocs.
The Shield Worlds had always been their dominion. A way for all Three
layers to communicate. The Three turned towards her. “A mirror unto
the Cosmos. Gaze now and see the Final Tapestry.” </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gwen smiled up at me. Water flowed from
the walls. I inhaled the calming scent of lilies. Auggie stilled in
my arms. Then he headbutted my chin. <<All darkness shall fade.
The Vigil remains!>> A pinprick of light grew as I closed in.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I stepped through.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Below my feet the curvature of every
planet phased into existence. Not just ones I knew.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Voices yet to be born. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I watched as endless shield worlds
released their charges unto the tapestry. Filling every corner of the
Universe with life. Dexter and Captain Overwatch guarded my back. My
hands changed. Human, Icath, Bardaxian, Tarvellian, Hatheon, Litari.
On and on. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth snarled, “LIES!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I blocked his strike. Dexter gripped
Lucifer’s wrist while Overwatch met Chronos’ blast of fury with
one of golden rays. Lucifer brought his sword down. Intending to cut
through us all. “What use is the Oversoul without her!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Taleer watched as Eliza froze in place.
The other two robed figures waved their arms and they were within the
main foyer of the museum. Their true forms masked. Taleer saw his
reflection in the waters of the central foyer fountain. Human. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain pointed. At the center was a
series of statues.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>An automated masculine voice
reverberated, “The Golden Redeemers. Last Line of the Vigil!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Star took point. Her gaze locked on the
horizon. To her left Yak’tish had his spear raised. Lorain was
crouched in a firing position to Star’s right. As the Puzzler
circled above them. His duel blasters pitched forward. Void Maiden
and Judgment stood back to back as effigies of Brood Seed came at
them from all sides. One boy raced over, “This part’s the best!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The room darkened. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A holo sparked to life. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They saw Arthon running full tilt
towards the space bridge, “All demis to the upper platforms!
Activate your Pharu shields!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A note popped up. <i>//Pharu shielding.
Reversed engineered from 12</i><sup><i>th</i></sup><i> and 14</i><sup><i>th</i></sup><i>
cycle data matrix libraries. Tarvellian system engineers had kept
such caches locked within each Turning. In </i><i>preparation</i><i>
for </i><i>9</i><i>th Circle Eden Core breaches. </i><i>Historians
often indicate that most information was never truly lost but hidden
in such a way to serve the Protectorate throughout time and space.</i><i>//</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Arthon
held his right arm to the sky. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Energy
surrounded him as a beam sucked him up to a massive mech. Its
markings etched with Muthra protective wards. Signals pinged.
Everyone was picking up arms. Reservists, wives, grandfathers,
grandmothers. Anyone with the will to fight. This was the final
battle. All across the cosmos every sapient being followed the lead
of Earth.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Star
plunged her hand into a rift. Black Scrawl pulsed across her face. It
enveloped her as she shouted. The holo enhanced. Translating the
words. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>You
will not have us.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>The
timestamp indicated that only 3 minutes had passed before she came
barreling out of the tear. Her cape torn. Her eyes blazed with that
cosmic fire Lorain knew so well. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The boy
next to them whispered, “There! You see it?” Through the torn
fabric they all saw it. A white and black Ouroborous encircled her
arms. Doc reached out to pause the holo. She maneuvered it so they
could see Star’s back. The twin tails coiled down her spine. The
child tugged on Lorain’s coat, “You see it too!”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Faint
tracings of Light Shaman power rippled across his cheeks.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>He
recited the words in a clear tone, “By the way of Two Thrones shall
we encompass the Sky. Imprison the Mother of All. By Avatar Alone.
Blood shall call to blood and purge the Empty </span><span style="font-style: normal;">into
the Realm of the Black Sun</span><span style="font-style: normal;">.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Eddie
resumed the holo. Star crossed her arms. Her lips moved.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Her
Ayeer eyes were streaked with flecks of gold. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Urraden
blood cleansed. </span></span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Dexter
joined her. His </span><span style="font-style: normal;">Dawnbreaker
uniform scuffed.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>One
hand bled openly. The Ouros upon his form were gold and copper.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Dexter
summoned a trident. Its colors shifted to match the Ouro upon his
skin. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Star
manifested a spear. Its shaft pitch black. While the spearhead
glimmered pure white fire. Demis filled the void around them. Earth’s
cities bloomed against the night. Domes of silver fire as protective
spells repelled the corrupted from all sides. The Banner’s uniform
shifted. A hybrid of that silver ensemble and her traditional cape
and pauldron.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Twin
voices boomed, “The Wall Endures!”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>They
shifted their attention to the remaining threat. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The
N-Typha Urraden Fleet.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span>Hextor
Urraden bellowed, >>Misbegotten Mongrels! DIE!<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The
child looked up at Taleer, “All Shall Rise.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Taleer
nodded, “All souls as one.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>The
Three pulled the Jupiter crew back but not before Lorain saw the
little boy bow. His fist over his chest. Those eyes peered into her.
Through her. A memory flared bright. Charon! He said, “As long as
you believe? The Lights will carry them all home.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen, Tobin and Jace placed the
slumbering forms of Eliza and her team upon the lift. Auggie trotted
alongside. >>Thank you!!<< He circled repeatedly as the
lift shifted. The walls faded as time resumed. The rocky surface and
dim glow of three dwarf stars resumed. Eliza snapped awake first. The
crater where the Titan had slumbered had vanished. Her memory
remained. She reached Nola and Eddie first. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Horus indicated, <<Lost contact
for 1.4 minutes. Updating Jupiter Rising.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He floated in place. His golden iris
expanded, <<Resuming normal record keeping.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I flopped onto my stomach as Lorain
examined each node. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I bit my lip to prevent myself from
squirming. A tickling sensation beyond any known reason. Her eyes
were glued to her readout screens. She tapped her stylus
rhythmically. My mind drifted. So many moving parts that the Three
had to pre-load our brains with different warnings. Jupiter flicked
the coms a few times before noting, <<All crew requested for
command level meeting. ETA 15 minutes.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>With one final sweep Lorain eyed me
critically, “You need more protein.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I floated from the examination bed.
Throwing on my uniform as needed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc adjusted my collar. Her hands moved
to my neck. “The nodes are expanding. Not in size. Volume. Just how
much are you supposed to hold?” My mind locked onto Thoth’s
hideous visage. Chronos leering over Dexter’s crumpled form.
Lucifer’s black matted sword descending. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I think I have an idea why...” She
pressed a finger to my lips. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Meeting first. Theories later.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I replied quietly, “As the Wall
Endures.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We walked hand in hand through the
pristine corridors of the Jupiter.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She paused before the main doorway. “May
the Light carry us home.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The phrase soothed me. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I was the Wall for most people. For me?
Everyone else was the Wall.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They would guide me home. No matter
what.</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 32: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_7.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 34: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_14.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-20148811298974589602023-08-07T17:11:00.004-07:002023-08-18T22:01:16.934-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 32<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 32: Wraith Wings</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Such a pretty bauble. Let’s
pluck out its eyes.--Morgana </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A pulse ran through the Weave
and beyond. This is it. Chronos has finally engaged on all levels.
Close in the first levels. Wardens to their posts. --Arcane
Unraveling in Transit to HeroNet</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>There’s no way Doctor
Impossible is that useless this time around. What are they hiding?
--Hilary Brookes</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Camelot</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Fort </b></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Chretien</b></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>February</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>2</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>8</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
5</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I blocked the N-Blade strike with my
arms crossed. My suit notified me of the ping.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>//Magical resistance holding.// </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My back was on fire. My nodes reacting
to the energies. Active conversion. Not quite the same as matter
manipulation but the threads held. The skeletal warrior’s eyes
glowed green. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Its fangs grew. Black scrawl dripped
from its jaws. My fist connected with its midsection. He went flying.
The magics of the water inhaled him in the shape of a dolphin. The
hum of energy blades, magical blades and the twang of other weapon
systems flooded my system. I blocked it all out. Searching for the
bigger sources of the Ninth. Not here. Arthur’s heartbeat broke
through. Not the cool collected beat of a warrior. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>N energy flowed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The world blurred as I exited. I flung
dozens of attackers into the awaiting arms of the ocean. Puzzler
yelled, “Go! We got this!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Yak’tish followed me. His jumps beyond
that of mortal men. Those blackened leather furs offset by the
glowing pearl embedded in his chest.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He had insisted on the callsign Praxis. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>All other sounds faded as we approached
the heart of Camelot. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The seat of the Grail welcomed us. As
the doors swung open I saw the reincarnation of Morgana smiling as
she held out bleeding hands towards the Grail. Her mortal shell
melted away as the magical wards snapped into place. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Blood sizzled as it met with a white
energy field. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Morgana called out, “What will you
save?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Arthur’s face was ashen under his
helm. Both. I was made to do both. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak’tish raised his spear. Arthur’s
wife was channeling most of the protective wards to keep the
corruption from the Grail. Corrupted metallic bits flowed into Arthur
through an open cut on his cheek. Morgana held up one shriveled hand
as the rest of her magical cover faded. One eye was Void Walker
black. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She was more skin and bones than
anything else. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Wisps of white hair clung to her skull.
Crossguard appeared in a burst of transporter light.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One hand went to his King’s wound. “I
got this. Handle her!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Yak’tish hurled his spear. Morgana
phased through the floor. <i>Blood will call to blood.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I sent Doc the readout of the corrupted
fluids. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//Even if I was teleported there that
isn’t a form of blood I can manipulate or cleanse.//</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I racked my brain for a solution.
Negation. I bounded towards the apex of the ceiling. The wards hummed
but didn’t let me through. What else was imbued with the celestial
waters of the Grail?! Time slowed as I went at super speed through
the castle. I popped into the Weave and Soul Layer. The blood wasn’t
resonating through those corridors. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Piper called out to me. <i>The world has
changed. See what doesn’t belong. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I phased back into physical. Raced back
to the main hall. The sound of the Grail’s music flooded my senses.
//Old death. It does not belong.// The phrase repeated in various
languages. I narrowed my gaze upon the growing pool of crimson.
Peered into strands that bound it. Called it to corrupt. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>N-energy resided there. Alongside black
scrawl. Every bit of corruption from the before times until
Convergence. A high pitched tone echoed. I channeled the N-rays
through my eyes. If I couldnt remove the blood? I’d take the
flooring it was clinging to! Yak’tish whirled his spear until a
gust of winds threw everyone off balance. The blood receded from the
white sparkling wards.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I scooped up the infected stonework. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>With one leap I went skyward. The black
of space welcomed me as the blood froze in place. The massive
curvature of the Earth greeted me with its crystal clear hues of
blue, green and tan. Proctor Gansys called out through the Light
Scrawl mirror gate that floated towards me, “That was merely….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I moved beyond the speed of light. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I knew what he would say. I could hear
it even as the Omega Defenders rallied to the distant sector of the
Ouroborous Gate. It had been a distraction. Stars wheeled past. Suns.
Planets. Until the massive silver scales came into sight. I barreled
into the knot of corrupted flesh. Chronos and his dread Mother had
managed to keep some constructs from prior cycles. Shards of memory
of my past lives called out. Providing me with valuable insight. Weak
points. I had already given as much as I could to the Living Stone
wardens. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They wouldn’t leave their posts. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One punch cracked the ashen scales of a
monster in the shape of a great white shark. Its claws twitched as it
tried to bite into me. Aether activated the inner codex. The Ninth
Circle’s Titans curled about its ruined surface in response. What
where they trying to bring through?! Or was it already here? My jaw
ached then I spiraled out toward the surface of the gateway scale
upon the Ouro for this sector. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My aunt shouted along the Defender
network. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//Dear Creator!//</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was Typha. Not as we knew it. This
Typha had been molded from the N Energy. My nodes burned in response.
Endless ships manifested through the miasma of her dominion. All the
missing House Typherians. From every corrupted universe imaginable.
Trillions upon trillions of heartbeats assaulted my senses. Then they
receded. Pushed back through the inky darkness.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I pushed myself to the limit. No other
breaches along the vast Ouro of <i>Final Eden.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>No. The
wound poured from </span><span style="font-style: normal;">that</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
Typha. It alone existed within the Nothing. An N-verse monolith.
Created for the soul purpose of serving Chronos. The Devourer of the
All-Mother. Our decent into Helios had prevented more souls and
bodies for her dark design. But not all. I cradled my head in my
hands. It had always desired everything Creation had endured. Made
into the likeness of the Oversoul. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>I
called out through the multiverse. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> </span><span style="font-style: normal;"><span> </span>Using
every layline I could tap into. Tech, Soul or Weave.</span><span style="font-style: normal;">
</span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-style: normal;"> <span> </span>Our
combined forces would have to be enough.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hextor Urraden sat upon the Throne of
All.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His crimson and black orbs locked on the
powerful creature that protected the last bastion of hope, goodness,
and everlasting decency. That was the pathetic shell of the Father.
His regal mien contorted. A third eye formed. As it’s gaze ran over
the Berserker Hulls they twisted in pain. Those not strong enough to
keep even the baseline memory of their House. He summoned one such
beast to the dais. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It peered up at him with clouded eyes. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It sank to its knees. Crossed its fists
over its chest.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The four arms protruding from its back
waved about. Fingers twitching.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>>>Chronos has set one gate. More
will follow. Find X’mil. E’ratha. We have work to do.<<</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It complied. Its mental voice the mix of
3 men and 2 women. All House Auxiliaries.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They always had the weaker blood.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer moved through the crowd. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was on every screen. All the
information nets were flooded. He brought up the Star-Spangled
Banner’s profile. He recalled his past battles with her but knew
knowledge had been taken from him. Nyx had seen to that. The Banner’s
civilian ID. Why take that from him? Was Chronos not immune? As one
of the Three. He had taken that path long ago. As he rejected the
Father. He had embraced the Nothing. Formed Unity to cause what many
had considered the original downfall of the Oversoul’s Garden. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was all going according to plan.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos would bear the brunt of the
Banner’s fists. Lucifer no longer cared what was taken just as long
as he survived. Her power set updated.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>/// Super Speed, Invincibility *,
Flight, Super Strength, Energy Manipulation*///</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The cloak about this universe had been
lifted. Rank 5 demi. Information was redacted. Energy could mean
anything. He glanced at Doctor Impossible’s loadout. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>///Healing Aura, Instant Regeneration,
Pattern Enhancement*///</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She wasn’t listed with the Golden
Redeemers.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Crossguard had been added. The Puzzler
had re-emerged. Praxis. Emerald K-9.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He stopped himself from cross
referencing power sets. Best not to get on the radar of the
Protectorate or those with old cycle memory. For the people of this
era? The added barriers were expected. In order for honorable and law
abiding demis to protect the public? HeroNet would offer just enough
information to let those who walked a darker path tie themselves into
a noose. Only HeroNet Alpha techs would have access to all
information. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Even then that would be properly
compartmentalized. From those like him. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This world was far too trusting. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That would be its downfall.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer plastered a proper concerned
expression onto his features as the Mighty Mallet stroad by. Flanked
by Bardaxians he knew too well. That Doberman paused. Its nose
quivered in his direction. The beagle tilted its head from side to
side and circled. <<We have to go!>> The other dog let
out a grunt. His brown eyes locked onto Lucifer.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<You were on the Etheral Titan’s
team?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer took a chance, “Yes!” He
made sure to muster as much enthusiasm as possible.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mighty Mallet paused, “Lensflair
wasn’t it?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer nodded. “At your service sir!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Fall in line. May need ya!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He smiled. The day was looking up!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She wasn’t related to Eliza by blood
anymore but Samantha would always consider herself a sister. No
matter what life threw their way. Jacob pointed, “See? That blip
again.” The majority of those within the territories were going
into overdrive. In one hour alone Star had over 3 billion views on
her public profile. People were theorizing what her powerset would
mean for the Incursions ahead. The knowledge of N-Typha was of the
highest level clearence. They didnt want to start a panic. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Ouro still held. They would meet
ship for ship. Demi for whatever awaited them on that burnt out husk
of a mirrored hellscape. Their father, Theodore “Teddy” McQuire,
also known as Camera Man, peered into the holo pickup.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Oh boy!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sam quirked a well manicured eyebrow, “I
know that expression. Spill it!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Jacob twitched, “A few more hits on
Doctor Impossible than normal.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Camera Man exclaimed, “Now why would
former members of the Ethereal Titan cover team be snooping in on Doc?
She’s listed as Auxiliary.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sam frowned, “All of them checked in
on her. Former cycle memory?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Bingo!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jacob cross referenced Star’s search
history. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The results were expected. She checked
up on Doc nearly every day. Jacob made a few motions and the history
faded from general functions. He ported it to the higher end of the
Protectorate shell mainframes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Sam. You’ll have to talk to her.
She’s not supposed to have a direct history...”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Samantha winced. “Got it. I know. A
way to keep certain items hidden a while longer...”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Children’s voices carried over the
receivers, “MOOOOM! Archer’s at it again!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The familiar whine of the white German
Shepherd filled the area.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sam grinned, “Its not wise to tease a
Bardaxian when bacon is involved!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Anna cut in with, “Grandma has
business kiddos.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Awww!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span>Anna shouted, “Go get the door Michael!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span>Michael replied, “It's MOONLIGHTER!
WOW!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Moonlighter ruffled the boy’s hair. It
was refreshing to have such a sprawling family this time around.
Helped that Poppi had never been lost to the Accord War. Anna had
grown up with powerful Weave Speakers this time around. They had all
been given a better chance. Not all were burdened with memory though.
He was thankful of that. He had chosen this path. Waverider and the
other Mavericks had been reborn as well. All save for Golden
Bulleteer. He had elected for the Soul Warden path. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Keeping only his eyes as a reminder of
the Kraken.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Of what he had traded for his wife’s
life. So that their soul threads would be reborn anew. White Lily
remained perched above them. Using the upper terrace to collect her
thoughts. She missed having her husband beside her in an official
capacity. Much like Doctor Impossible buried herself in work while in
her Demi persona. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He asked his great grandson, “Is Mrs.
Anna home?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“GRANDMA!” He thundered through the
house. “FAMOUS PEOPLE!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The clan belt around the boy’s waist
indicated his hybrid heritage. Unlike before? The Typherians had
embraced Humanity with the old drive of the Commons. Spreading Demi
abilities far and wide across the cosmos.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Anna gently pushed her four
grandchildren back into the house. “Go get some water. Yes, Ill let
you talk to him after!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span>She waited. Tapped her foot. “Michael Roberts Allaris.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Micheal pushed the door shut with a
slight click. She moved towards the mail box. “Little ears.” She
motioned in Ayeer speak. Her hands danced.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i>What’s the golden child need?</i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 31: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_4.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 33: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_8.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-63730923141176818062023-08-04T20:08:00.019-07:002023-08-12T17:18:04.190-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 31<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 31: Throne Sight Prism</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It cannot be. My skin was never
my own.--Lucifer.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Always Three as the saying goes.
Which way shall the mirror swing? Each builds upon one another but
the final blocks are now in play.--Private Recordings</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>You shall remember. Even as your
body and soul continue onward...--Translated//File 21-N-19</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Domain of Eternal</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>First Formation</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>Time
Unbound</b></span></span></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I scrambled over the hedge. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The entity dubbed the Nothing on my
heels with her constructs. She desired the threads within my very
soul. Thoth’s cries of delight grew as he allowed the vines to
merge with his body. This memory would remain. To be recalled. When I
would be truly reborn. Ready to trigger the final binding. It was why
I had been created. To house the blood of Ayeer and Urraden. To
switch a few bits of note with my brother.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>None of our enemies would see it coming.
Never to evade the trap. To step forth.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Highest curled his fingers about my
heart. Not daring to speak. A Mother’s Madness. But the Nothing
wasn't tied to Creation. All her experiments had caused nothing but
entropy and pain. She had a name. Unpronounceable by mortal tongues.
My direct connection to the Oversoul would be severed here but not
before I found the marker. The Source Point. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>You could call it the Splinter of
Creation.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>How demis, Humans, Typherians threaded
through the Many Worlds.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I had both. In more ways than one. A
plan enacted from the first breath of mortality.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She resented us. Just as Thoth threw
away the last vestiges of his former Typherian shell.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A deadly mirror. He would wear the face
of a friend. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A door of simple oaken wood formed
before me. I sprang forward. Slammed it shut as the dull thuds of
vines continued their assault. A temporary shield. The Highest peeked
out from under my cape. Its red brilliant against the dull grays
swirling around me. His whiskers twitched. Piper would have been
astounded. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This shard had taken the form of a plain
cream white rat.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Three mirrors. One true way.
Blood will call to blood!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I peered up into the white light of a
medical scanner. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I flexed my fingers. Toes were all
there. I didn’t have to say anything. Doc’s expression covered
it. I cleared my throat. “No more hiding.” Mom shifted then
jerked one thumb to the main holo feed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>There I was. In all my former
Star-Spangled Banner ensemble. My blows fast and precise. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The headline exclaimed, “Old Glory
returned! The Banner prevents Ninth Array Kaiju Invasion!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Other sensations ran up my spine.
Previous cycle Typherian nodes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The way I would close the trap around
Thoth. That’s what they had been filled with. Her energies.
Crossguard burst in, “Avalon has called a summit!” There would be
no more need for my Titan cover ID. HeroNet pinged against the back
of my eyelids.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Full access granted.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Messages bombarded me from every sector
of space. It took a few minutes to read them all. Paxton’s stood
out. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>//Most think it was some super magic
whammy that made nearly everyone forget you ever existed. The Banner
Museum is back but there’s a few rooms we cant get into. Just a
hunch but you may want to swing by.//</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>There was a change I could already see
by examining the statue plague in the “historical” feeds. My
civilian ID had never been revealed. No need. Since Typha was no
longer under false Uplift Protocol. I’d be careful. I did wonder
though? Would any of our enemies remember that little fact? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Highest’s whiskers tickled my
chin.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I would bet good money. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc groaned at the exorbitant numbers
of, “Win a date with America’s Number 1 Girl Scout!” I took a
chance and through various proxies studied my history as Eliza
Murphy. Overall history was similar. No “handicaps”. Since I
didn’t really have back troubles. It had never been spinal. No. My
body and my soul had been forged for one purpose. I clapped. I was a
Triad Officer. Bardaxian sector. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The tiny paws tapped against my neck.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Only you can sense me. Besides the
Oversoul. I will see through these eyes. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Flashes danced across my vision. His
main focus was still tied to the Ninth. Most evils were still
contained. Under the watchful eyes of the Living Stone. J’anu’s
twisted features glared down at Abbadon as he arose from the pits.
His mortal form burned away. Ta’rammon thundered, “Where is the
Third Son!?!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Abbadon cackled. His lips split down the
middle as his features shifted.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I have already paid a toll. The Knife
of Dreams. He shall burn.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My chrono indicated one second had gone
by.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard beamed at me. “Fastest
medical ward record! She cleared Doctor Impossible?!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mom motioned to me with House Ayeer
code.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Keep things separate for now.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Made sense. All eyes were on the Banner
once again. Doc tight beamed a private commuication.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//I never thought I’d miss….Never
mind.//</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Demi statuses updated. My friends were
back in position. The Golden Redeemers flew once more. Minus Doctor
Impossible. She was listed as Auxiliary support. I kicked myself
mentally. Of course! To downplay what she was capable of. Now to find
Lucifer. The First of the Mother’s Mirrors. Chronos was the 2<sup>nd</sup>.
While Thoth brought up the rear. Each imbued and shaped by the
Nothing. N-beams? N-Energy? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>As Void Maiden my mother stated
professionally, “Better bring everyone in on this operation.
N-Level breaches are no laughing matter.” Old histories merged and
settled across the Tapestry. Thanks to the Highest those of us with
Key roles still recalled the various differences before Convergence.
My rebooted career as the Banner remained mostly the same. Area 51.
Our clashes with the Void Walkers had morphed into Ninth Circle
breaches.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Accord War had been re-dubbed the
Incursion Wars.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Karvax. Anna’s “Into the Fire”
segments. Pyra’s attempt on Anna to draw me out. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Except this time Typha and Earth had
rallied with Bardax to cleanse our Triad systems.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sol was home to all three of us.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Highest touched his nose to the
underside of my chin.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Easier </i><i>on mortal soul threads</i><i>
to have many major events carry over. Just different factions.
</i><i>Soulmates remain. Those who travel in the same circles. To
forever meet within the Flow of Time.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I had still responded to outer Solar
distress beacons but that had caused all of us to find each other
quicker. To have a stronger Ouroborous Chain.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was good to have unity this time. Doc
let out a faint laugh as she tossed my suit onto the bed. “Clear
bill of health!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The stories remained. Precious amid the
drifting cosmos. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary glared at the news feeds. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The one thing these jailers allowed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Banner. Whatever magic had hidden
her presence from this wicked cycle had been unmasked. Chronos dug
his fingers into the back of her skull. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>You have forgotten something dear
daughter. I have it. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>But you have to listen to me.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary bared her mental teeth. <i>Why
should I heed you?</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos indicated the feeds with one
sweep of his hand.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Because I still remember who burns
under those shining cosmic filled eyes!</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A <i>trap</i> for us all. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary spat on the ground. Not caring
that the nanites recorded every action. Every sample. The
Protectorate feared her. A delicious irony. She was still trapped
here. Chronos shimmered next to the false walls. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One long finger tapped a series of
notes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>An ancient tune fluttered against her
skin. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The lights flickered. She was free.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Sunlight kissed her skin as she walked
on the craggy shores. She inhaled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Brimstone and ash dotted the outer dunes
of shoreline. Pyra scowled, “Took you long enough. What’s inside
Protectorate HQ?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary’s human facade reformed from
her feet to the top of her head. Chronos hissed, “She does not
remember how she originally got here. Say nothing!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Pyra kept her expression acidic. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Inside she shuddered. There was a hole
in her mind. This creature had the answers. Its alien shape spoke of
horrors beyond all understanding. Black pools for eyes. Obsidan
flint. Pyra had killed. For sport or money. It hadn’t mattered but
when she peered into that thing’s eyes? Only madness remained. One
solitary phrase echoed. “I know the taste of your tears.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She spat again for good measure. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This would be the hunt of a life time.
She would kill the Star Spangled Banner.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her powers assured it. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Pyra frowned as the intrusive thoughts
tugged at her mind.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She couldn’t kill the Banner. It had
been tried. The man’s face burned in her memory.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Broken glass. Nails against the walls.
Dark eyes watching. Padded room. A blonde woman with dead baby blues.
No. Wrong. It was all wrong. Hilary pressed one index finger against
Pyra’s throat. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Such a sweet thing.” Duel voices.
What was Hilary? Eventually those alien features formed into the
severe expression of a tanned athletic woman. She held Pyra in place
with a magnanimous smile. “Time is on our side.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary giggled. The sound was girlish.
Vapid.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Shh. It's alright.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Frigid claws seized Pyra by the
shoulders from behind. Snake Charmer’s fetid breath tickled her
ear. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Got your jewel.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Medusa glided in next to her brother.
“Ninth Array is 2<sup>nd</sup> class. This will put us all on the
map.” A squat Typherian with a bulbous nose appeared with a
flourish of dark smoke.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Right. As long as the Merchant Clans
fall? I don’t give a shit.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Medusa replied, “Throw in the
Atlantians? I’m game. Let’s give them all a black eye.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak’tish barreled into me as I landed
at the pier. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Camelot’s King’s Protectors lined
the outer towers of the ancestral gates. Each glimmered with magic
across all the Layers. Taleer bowed. His armor bedecked in more
sigils than I could recount. Emerald K-9 let out a peel of joyous
barks. His paws firmly locked onto my golden pauldron. The Puzzler
let out a whoop as he jet packed to land next to us.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“It's good to be back!” He winked. My
roster had updated. Crossguard appeared behind me in a beam of light
as the UST Barsoom pinged against my senses. A converted American
space cruiser. Dad had still served on her. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>UST. United Solar Triad. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The paladin demi’s face flushed, “I
still can’t believe it. Why’d you pick me?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I replied, “Titan vouched for you!”
I winked.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My alternate cover hadn’t been removed
from the fabric. He snapped to attention. I linked to our team
channel, <<I promise. Your memory isn’t faulty. I was Titan
for a while.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His blue eyes widened within the
Avalonian helm.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Oh thank the Creator for small
mercies!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Queen Gwenivere arrived. Her staff of
pure starlight and silver glinted in the afternoon sun. She gestured
to all of us. “I welcome you to our fair shores. The Grail awaits.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A knight cried out, “INCURSION!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mondays.</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 30: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 32: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_7.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-11539724701005039112023-08-02T11:53:00.006-07:002023-08-23T12:41:57.287-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 30<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 30: Reality Shift</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He will not devour what's left. I
exist. I exist. I exist.--Hilary Brookes</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It is a quaint notion to think
she has any will. This last grasp on life. I will allow it. I must
see how far I can push this plaything called a soul.--Chronos</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Life and Death have no meaning.
All lights shall fade.--Mordred </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We have reached a new era. No
longer shall we fear the vastness between the Void. For we carry the
Light of Creation.--Noah’s Ark Archives</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Who is she? Really. I’ve
examined HeroNet up and down. What is the Star-Spangled
Banner?--Crossguard </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>Even now I look back. Every step. Not
in remorse. Though there are individual moments I regret. Tears I
shouldn't have shed. Would I do it all over again? In a heartbeat. To
think the answer was in front of us all right from the start. Life
and Death. The everlasting cycle.--Sleeping in Starlight: Post
Convergence File 238-119A </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Protectorate HQ</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>February</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>2</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>6</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>th</b></span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
5</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>490</b></span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span></span></span> </span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"></span></span></span></span></span></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBjS5UjcLhCh4Q8K1Tj55WAun7aKHaFSCeIdYcmZa9WsVOiimROs2LvcjmVJ6QWxH92SNqaFdW6deA35U5TbkRx7JdWB-pyhkYO0RSQVZGaRMFW5Lo8A2_ruWSgWk5h2z3qAqi0bCB6R03MT0LyrxLtbsQvJlpqlYoizQnUcgz-R2_XW07xss7KoIKM8/s5400/spaceknightCrossguard.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5400" data-original-width="3600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvBjS5UjcLhCh4Q8K1Tj55WAun7aKHaFSCeIdYcmZa9WsVOiimROs2LvcjmVJ6QWxH92SNqaFdW6deA35U5TbkRx7JdWB-pyhkYO0RSQVZGaRMFW5Lo8A2_ruWSgWk5h2z3qAqi0bCB6R03MT0LyrxLtbsQvJlpqlYoizQnUcgz-R2_XW07xss7KoIKM8/w426-h640/spaceknightCrossguard.jpg" width="426" /></a></span></span></span></span></span></div><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br /><b><br /></b></span></span></span></span></span><p></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Argus Paxton studied Crossguard as the
demi dodged another set of attacks. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Two energy users and a Brick Construct
operating at 10% of Dexter Murphy’s capabilities. The paladin of
Avalon’s Outer Ring went flying. He twisted his body at the last
moment to use the wall. His boots hummed as the defense actuators
activated. Crossguard’s knees cracked back into place. The
advantages of quick healing. It allowed him to engage demi’s above
his weight class. Paxon had recorded every instance of Crossguard’s
search for the Banner. He wasn’t corrupted. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas Murphy had cleared the young
knight.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard launched himself into a
spiral. His sword blazed with blue-silver flame. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He cut the two energy combatants to
ribbons. The sword sparked as it buried itself up to the hilt into
the Brick. Crossguard grunted as he pulled his sword downward. Nearly
to the enemy’s groin. The battlefield faded as a computerized voice
announced,</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Crossguard. Report to Alpha 01
Lift.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Now to put the young man to the test.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer slipped into the Medical Wing.
He allowed the biometrics to verify his status. A sallow Markav face
greeted him. “Ahh! Doctor.” Nyx waved him through. He touched
that minuscule part of himself he had retained from Convergence.
Echoes pulsed against his skin. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He took a seat.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Medical equipment hummed as it encircled
his forehead. Feather light needles collected a few cell samples. Nyx
never wavered. She merely peered down at him from her elevated
doctor’s station. “Separating Weave threads now.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Samples filled the tubes arrayed around
him. The sour bite of ash filled his mouth.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The one hint of his true nature.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Sweat ran down his back. Nyx wasnt just
taking Weave readings. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His vision doubled. His chin hit his
chest.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her Markav accent never wavered. She
said, “Tears collected. Weave sampling complete.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It wasn’t a usual phrase. The human
body was majority water. He wasn’t able to move. So he listened.
Nicely polished black shoes edged into his vision. The delicate turn
of pages. Lucifer inhaled. Nyx stated softly, “I will test your
sample as well. We all must be careful. They have eyes everywhere.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ line came back to haunt him,
“I know the taste of her tears.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Tears. Not just a mother’s tears.
Deeper. The gateway to the soul.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The River of All Souls. What had the
Devourer been originally?! </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer’s mind whirled. The Mother was
the key.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Mother of All Ouros. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nyx hummed a lullaby. She smiled and
rested one wrinkled hand on Lucifier’s head.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“So close now. Soon you will see. They
will all see.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer let out a mental howl as dark
eyes converged upon his mind.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Little bird. Did you think you were
free?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos flicked one elongated gray
finger across the Fallen one’s forehead.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Abbadon lifted the bourbon to his lips. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Straight from the bottle. Mortal forms
had their uses. But the dreams.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Those were a mandate from fate.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>There was no escape. The Devourer had
them all. No matter the cycle. Unity was beholden to it. So was he.
Anyone ever touched by the malaise of the World Ender. Tendrils of
black ice ran up his arms. The final cards were in play. He had been
nothing but a puppet. Never the ultimate. Lucifer and the others
would be in for a rude surprise. Chronos formed in the seat next to
him.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I will grant you a boon.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The voice was as dry and emotionless as
the despot remembered.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Who do you wish to hurt the most?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Abbadon took another swig. A <span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">rictus</span></span></span></span>
grin bloomed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The boy king. The Knife Wielder. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos lifted one white feather, “So
it shall be.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Moonlighter phased through the building.
Gagged behind his mask.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They were all dead. Every single
cultist. Crossguard kicked the door in. His sword blazed with holy
wards. The radiance cause the skin to bubble of the closest corpse.
He shouted, “Alvec Aluvin Almaris!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A shield formed within and without the
building. Moonlighter jerked back. Pulled by Argus Paxton as the
building disintegrated. All that remained was the slight imprint of
the lowest level. A tear in the shape of black eyes stared up at
them.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Grey lids flickered in the radiance of
the sword.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mocking them all.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Argus Paxton spat out his cigar. The
ashes exploded under his boot heel as he commanded, “Notify
Central. Recall everyone. Even the reserves.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Anna gripped the handrail. Her face
tightened as visions cascaded around her.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Twins impaled by black ice.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth and Hilary back to back on a
throne made of Devoured essence. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her mind focused on the tendrils raining
from the sky.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Giving shape to the One Above All.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Silver Lady pressed one palm to
Anna’s eyes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Remember him by his passing.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She inhaled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Archibald Hammond stared at the holo. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos had done it. He had consumed the
primary essence of the Devourer. How quaint. That one only aimed to
invade the body and soul of Dexter Murphy. All this to find the
perfect host to house his essence for an eternity. The Devourer had
lived off the embers of souls. Thoth had seen within the Nothing and
survived. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He smiled as the stewardess brought
another round of refreshments.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The world would soon know. Chronos had
always been shortsighted. The Nothing would command the last bastion
of Man, Demi and Dog. No amount of the Oversoul’s light would
prevail. He had given his flesh and soul to the Nothing. Making him
immune to Chronos’ feeble compulsions. He watched as witch fire
danced across the reaches of the Weave.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos had the numbers.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth stated firmly into the holo
pickup, “I concur. Put everyone at condition one General Murphy.
Including the backups. Failsafe 1-10.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He placed his glass gently on the tray.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>How ironic that Murphy was under his
direct command this time around. What had that Marshall fellow seen
in all this? In many ways the Presidency was a cage but it was one
that amused him.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This cycle would be the last. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>All would fall under the sway of the
Nothing. For it didn’t need a soul, flesh or trite notions of
sapience to function. It was pure power. Even the Oversoul’s
precious Wall and Living Stone divisions would not be able to stand.
He hummed a jaunty tune as the stewardess left without a backward
glance. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’ino waited until the presidential
suite sealed shut. She took the tray to the middle deck of Space For
Ops 1. Lorain Lanis took the glass. All the usual biometrics remained
in place. She nodded politely and pretended to empty everything into
the recycler. Sometimes the best disguise was the simplest. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Ninth Array. It had a double
meaning. It was made up of cultists but it had another mission. She
tucked the glass into her uniform. Next to the simple holo pad made
for orders. She and J’ino continued to fulfill orders. Food.
Drinks. Even one dignitary asked for a special round of sweets for an
impeding celebration. Not once did the president even look at their
faces. They were just mere servers after all. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Once SFO 1 landed at the Io Shipyards
they slipped out without a backward glance. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain led J’ino to a small shuttle
parked nestled in an archway depot. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It phased into the Weave. The Jupiter
Rising was awaiting them. Her hull back to its former white and red
color. The shuttle lifted and floated into the awaiting docking bay.
Dexter Murphy greeted them, “Funny how old Thoth thinks he’s the
only one to survive the Nothing.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino pressed one fist to her chest,
“Don’t you start.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza already had enough on her
shoulders. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain pushed past Dexter. Her green
eyes blazed, “I’m just glad I saw enough of the proper future.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino press an index finger on the
panel next to the southern portion of the bay.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Jupiter added stoically, “Bloodline
recognized. Please note: Triad at Highest level of Alert. Scrambling
ID records of SFO 1 visitation. Running usual tags. Activating
Passive Scans for N-Level entities.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino pressed one fingertip on the
blip echoing from the Island.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza steady heartbeat thrummed. Her
daughter had lived through countless cycles. Gathering energies
needed bit by bit to survive in the depths of the Nothing. Everything
had been a mirror game. Silver Fox linked in, <<I agreed to all
this. Once we knew what Chronos was aiming for. But I must admit I am
glad one form of myself will get to live out a normal if excitable
demi career after all this is done.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino replied, <<Will we
remember any of you after all this?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox paused. J’ino waited. <<I
hope so. That will be up to Eliza in the end.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain cut in, <<Knowing Eliza?
She’ll find a way. She always does!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>X’mil chanted as the smoke rose
higher. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Karvax whispered in his ear, “Is it
just her death you want?” Lately the gnarled pockmarked demon had
delighted in tormenting him with insouciant questions. Blood dribbled
from his nose onto the Tear of the Devourer’s Heart. It pulsed
softly with pale green light. His head tilted skyward as his eyes
rolled into the back of his head.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He pictured E’ratha. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>So proud. He giggled as the magic tore
him from Earth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Her first.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I blinked as I stared up at HQ. The sun
glinted through the leaves. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>New Ashbury.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Three. They had transported me back
here with a simple message, “Be the Wall we know you are.”
Mordred had balked. His form twisted in the grip of the Void Man. The
Curator sat down beside me. His black top hat tilted forward. “You
are the bridge. Now its time to remember why.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I went rigid as powers beyond my ken
immobilized me. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Memory pulled. My other death. After
keeping Thoth from corrupting the final cycle.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We had both found it. Escaped it. He had
been forever changed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Walls of pale moonlight glimmered. A
maze formed. Crimson vines rose around us. Thoth exclaimed, “DO YOU
SEE IT DEAR NIECE!” Through me the entire Living Stone Warden Corps
knew what was coming. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I had whirled on my uncle. “That way
lies total obliteration! Even for you!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The walls echoed, “Little light. So so
bright. Whatever shall your wish be tonight!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Devourer curled about us. Desiring
the knowledge. No. Not just the Devourer. Chronos. He had watched
through blacked tears.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“The taste. Beyond measure!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Nothing’s essence rippled across
my skin. It was here. Not just empty. It desired.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Mother denied. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Unity poured itself into edges of the
Nothing. Following Chonos. All the villains each epoch had known
cried out. Desiring this power. She had been cast out. Much like the
Fallen of Unity. Unable to reconcile her position. She had desired
more. In doing so had created the Schism that had released the
Mortals onto the multiverse. The Mother hissed, “The Sons of my
Sons shall stop you little light.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She was of the Oversoul but ran from his
light. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Highest whispered, “Remember how
she corrupts!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Abyzou. Aspect of Unity. Caused
miscarriages. A mother who snuffed out life.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Thoth.
Born from a corrupted womb. My uncle dove deeper into the maze. This
place had been made for him and him alone. House Urraden had been
birthed from her. Always her. </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;">The
Highest’s fingers dug into my forearm. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Always
both. Had to be.” </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>Voices
rose and fell. Ayeer. Urraden. Human. Bardaxian.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Mortal.
Demi. </span></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>Until
one voice rose above it all.</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>“Be
the Wall I know you can be.”</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Vines
pulled me under as the Mother cackled, “You think this can save
you?! THIS PATHETIC MORSEL OF FLESH!?”</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She had three. Always.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos. Thoth. Lucifer.</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Interlude Within the Abyss: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;">Issue 31: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_4.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-53301833608350164112023-07-20T14:40:00.004-07:002023-08-02T11:55:46.033-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Interlude Within the Abyss <p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Interlude Within The Abyss</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos smiled, “I have always known
you. No matter your form.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The two doctors moved about the
observation dome. AK-1 surmised, “Subject Hilary Brookes. Old Cycle
Anomaly. Category Prime. Scans indicate multiple divergent soul
shards within.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos examined the enclosure. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was triple sealed. Weave, Wall and
Physical.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even the cloaked one watched the
in-between. That delicious avatar. Chronos would have Dexter Murphy.
Blood sang to blood. Not even Eliza Murphy’s pet doctor would be
able to do anything. Oh yes. Chronos summarized that the Oversoul
would attempt to hide its final stopgaps in plain sight. The Doctor
was a detraction. Just as “hiding” Dexter Murphy had been a trap.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They were prepared. A pity. There would
be no escape for Hilary at this rate. No, he was here to study. As
always. She would find a way out of this maze. When the Oversoul
allowed it. Chronos tied a few more threads to her remaining embers
of soul. Linking past failures to her most recent incarnation. She
had no mouth for which to scream. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">
‘</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>An elegant solution. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She would be the weapon to breach the
end of all the Walls. The very fabric of the multiverse would bend.
To forever feed his glory.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos howled, “My threads breed
true!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Let the Oversoul tremble. All good plans
had the best kind of payoff.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth thought he could escape. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos would show him otherwise.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He had already overtaken key points
within the Devourer’s domain. Right under the behemoth's nose. It
was far too enamored of its feasts. Its endless hunger. Chronos
plucked at the threads entwined about Lucifer, Unity, Abbadon and the
rest. They would pull the Oversoul’s final tapestry out into the
open.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth would spring the final trap. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Of that he was certain.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>For Chronos lingered within the insane
Typherian’s thoughts. Not as the Dreamweaver. Not as Unity. Nor any
other voice clamoring for attention. Chronos smiled.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He was Thoth’s innermost thoughts. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth was the final piece. Chronos could
not forge a new soul. But he could breathe on the embers of another.
The sublime form. Sharing in the strength of all. Brother to none.
Hidden until the last note struck. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>AK-1 motioned to the holonet receiver.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Soul Shard binding found. Inform
primaries.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>Thomas
Murphy shuddered, “That’s how he did it?”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dexter re-read the
report. “By taking over key areas within the Devourer? He became
fused to it. Still acting on his own but all those various soul
threads trapped in that domain? That's the primary poison we have to
ensnare.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas sent out
the notification, “Operation Noise Caster is now in effect.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What happens
after we feed Thoth and Hilary your fake body?”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Eliza will
follow me/it into the breach. By then all of the reinforcements Doc
will have made will kick in. Once she’s rescued <i>me? </i>We will
throw the switch and it will send the Devourer and all those infected
by it into the Ninth proper.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas replied, “I
don’t like the fact that she will be going in alone.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“It has to be
her.” Dexter reached out to enhance the image of his sister.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We traded a few
key abilities going into this cycle you see…..”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas frowned. He
held up one hand. Palm outward. “Don’t say anything.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dexter rubbed his
chin, “It's quite the bold plan.”</span></span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Augustus stood.
His paws wiggled as he floated above the two men. His nose went
through the hologram. He studied the threads around Eliza. The First
of all Bardax always had a plan. The white and tan corgi observed,
“Eliza won’t fail us. She won’t fail you.” </span></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dexter nodded,
“That’s what we are all counting on.” </span></span>
</p><p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 29: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_20.html">Here</a></span></span></p><p align="left" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 30: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/08/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-54702294624934615212023-05-20T21:13:00.006-07:002023-07-20T14:41:37.440-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 29<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<b>Issue 29: Laylines within The Three</b></h2><h2 class="western">
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>I was afraid. Always afraid.
Until that day Eliza and I’rioh showed me sacrifice was more than
just your body. You had to put everything on the line. I had to
understand why. Had to experience the mistakes for myself. The
Devourer seeks to corrupt the Great Virtues of this world. He would
use it against everyone. No matter how much good they profess they
are doing. The intent can be noble but the Lying One seeks to subvert
even that noble goal.--Gwen Murphy </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Three. Synchronized through all
time. The past. The present. The future. It was always their purpose.
To be the direct eye within the ranks of Order. Understanding came
later. They were always prepared for the cost.--Notes upon the
Surface of the Shell</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Every day I wonder if I could have
changed the outcome. No one else can recall their faces besides me.
But they did exist. That was my compromise. I never wanted to forget
them. Ever. Even after my long Vigil? The Wall of family and friends
remains. </i><i>--Sleeping In Starlight: Post Convergence Files
(Conclave Access Required)</i><i> </i></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Ahpaktu</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The Mountain of Lantaria</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Earth</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen Murphy scooped up a handful of
volcanic sand.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Star wouldn't back down. They had to
find a way to prevent her from becoming the center piece to the Wall
of the Golden Path. It would ensure that the Devourer could no longer
breach anyone directly. Each individual would have to walk their soul
path. But they each would provide the proper blocks. Silver Fox knew
herself quite well. But this form of Eliza Murphy would have to
endure for the remaining permanent cycle. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The part of Gwen that was the Oversoul
mused at her mortal sibling.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>That is part of the reason we love
her. She is as hopeful as a Bardaxian within the springtime.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin nudged Jace. “It’s still
there.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Within the mountain.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The first set of crowns. A way to draw
Chronos out. He wouldn’t be able to resist. But the Three had
commanded Hephaestus to make a flaw within. It would give the wearer
power. However brief. But then it would turn upon the user. Drawing
that which it desired most away. It held one drop of his Son’s
blood. The first bridge between mortal and divine. The Highest still
maintained his Vigil within the Ninth Circle. The Crown would draw
that final representation of the Devourer into the deep recesses of
the core. It would never again threaten the souls of others. Unless
they let it in. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was the choice and freedom given to
Creation.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Virtues vs The Void. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span>
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I sucked in a deep breath. No scents
besides ours and a few animals.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The native inhabitants avoided the
volcano.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I recalled the rain of lava. The howls
of the Owls. Denied their sacrificial meal. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc pointed toward the peak, “That
wasn’t there before.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I examined the glint under the ash.
Stairs. A quick scan with my sight revealed a downward spiral. No.
That wasn’t quite right. The spiral rose skyward as well. Across
time and space. It vibrated at different frequencies. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Made of an alloy from the time of
Creation. “Which Earth is this from?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin replied audibly, “Not of Earth.
Older.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His fingers danced across my forearm
quicker than any human could follow.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>It was the first land ever formed for
mortal kind. Eden Cycle merely rejuvenated it.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc commented, “No lava demons this
time I hope!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace called out, “Found the door!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I peered into the Weave and Soul layer.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I motioned to Tobin. “You sure we need
to?” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My fingers flicked in the old way. Ayeer
House Battle Code.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Mordred is lurking in the Weave. You
sure you want him to follow?</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The shimmering forms of the Three that
dwelled within my siblings nodded resolutely.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I blew gently on the opening. Golden
sigils responded by circling about my head.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They formed into a golden retriever that
came up to my waist. <<Sentinel promised! Welcome back! I
remember you! <i>Leaps-Against-All-Odds</i>!>> Memory flashed.
I was running alongside Y’akish’s people. His ancestors. My
Bardaxian form strong. I was what modern men called a Newfoundland.
Chocolate brown with white patches on my legs and chest. I picked up
my old friend. “Turns out it was Bardax that got to go into space
first. Imagine that!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain crossed her arms. “Gwen, how
many times has Eliza gone through…..” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I knew what she was getting at. The Soul
Cycle. Rebirth. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc’s eyes widened. Comically. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“No...”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen crossed her arms. “Yes. In
Eliza’s defense she volunteered countless times.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain’s features tightened. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I was slow to the uptake but eventually
caught on when Tobin elbowed me in the side.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I blurted out, “Across all time and
space you are the only one I’ve been with.” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I grinned sheepishly, “You didn’t go
through the slide as much as I did though. Plus we’ve never been
able to have kids. No matter what combination.” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain replied, “Why can’t I
remember any past incarnation? Besides the previous that is.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen pushed against the archway entry.
It opened soundlessly.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Because Lethe took the few turns you
had.” She held up her right palm. A solemn expression, “You asked
her to take all memories prior to Eden. Because you wanted a fresh
slate.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I had an epiphany.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace let out a low, “Shh!” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It wasn’t just my past lives that made
up the Living Stone Warden brigade of Endless. Or Dexter’s. The
Oversoul had offered all of Creation the choice.Everyone who ever
existed had come to the question. What would you do to protect those
who came after? What would you risk. Beyond bone. Beyond body. A
ripple effect that would change everything.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>C’alain included. The former Wall of
Typha had been a microcosm. A singular brick to showcase what the
Oversoul could do on a larger scale. It was why this Cycle would be
the last. A Signpost of the Vigil. To encompass everything that came
afterward. There would be no more resets. Convergences. This was our
last shot to make the best of it. I relaxed my tense muscles one
section at a time.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No pressure. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin made a few mock punches at my
midsection, “Just keep rolling!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I pinched the bridge of my nose, “No
wonder you guys went all in.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace intoned, “As above. As below. The
mind wanders. Yet flows. Reveal the steps along the Golden Path.
Snakes entwined beware the flight of the mind.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The innards of the volcano shifted.
Endless doorways formed along the walls. Threads of insurmountable
hues glowed within the reflected starlight.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred followed in their wake. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He felt naked without a physical shell
to curl into but his desire outweighed his sense of self
preservation. The Three had always walked the earth. A chance at
information. Salvation. Escape would be his. They controlled the
Threads. Strange how the Oversoul thought it important to inhibit
mortal bodies. What was the use of mortality when one was God? He
froze as Eliza Murphy glanced behind her. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Those clear gray eyes in a field of
black. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She did not have the right to judge him.
He bared his teeth. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You who were given everything! YOU
HAVE NO RIGHT TO CONDEMN ME!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Murphy turned her head back to the
crystallized orb that floated at the heart of the raised black and
silver pillar. He had been dismissed. He rose higher. Floated close
enough that he could detect the light scent of the Doctor’s
perfume. Murphy rested one arm across the younger woman’s
shoulders. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred’s pale tongue elongated.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>I will escape!</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> </i><span> </span>A
fierce joy consumed him. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The perfect vessel to escape into. What
irony! Murphy would unwittingly protect him!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I tensed for the strike. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred’s sickly aura made me want to
hurl. Jace stopped me with one glance. His eyes bright with
otherworldly energy. I couldn't move. Gwen rotated the orb with one
flick of her hand. Then she walked between Doc and Mordred’s horrid
Devourer warped soul form. The thin membrane hooked into her right
shoulder blade. His expression curdled. He tugged viciously but would
not come loose.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen glared into the Weave. “Did you
think we could not see you?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin said, “You chose your folly. A
tongue meant for lies. He has no power here.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace added quietly, “You sealed your
fate long ago. Had you kept your promise you would have a lesser
judgment within the Ninth. You forged your Soul into a carrier.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Three snapped their fingers. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred howled. The noise reverberated
within the Weave.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>After a few moments a frail vestige of a
soul quivered on the ground.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His connection to Chronos infused with
White Scrawl. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin and Jace reached out to entrap
Mordred between them. Lazarus and the Void Man glimmered within that
realm of stars and twilight. Chains forged of liquid silver caused
the fallen son of Camelot to howl. His wrists thrashed against the
spectral metals. He fell to his knees. I could move again. I grasped
the chains. A multitude of voices rose.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Arbiter!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Heart’s Friend!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Service above All!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Bardaxian. J’kua. Markav. Human.
Typherian. Countless races I had no name for.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The souls of previous cycles weren't
gone.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen shifted her gaze back to the orb,
“Unto all we ask. Many chose to serve as foundations to this
enteral cycle.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin interjected, “You’ve already
given much! Why do you think Silver Fox took your place at the head
of the Stoned ones?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> “They voted….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>On who would continue. Each of my
past selves.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain Lanis turned as one sound rose
above the din. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The cheers of endless voices. Across the
universe. The only bright array of color emanated from the orb. She
leaned over the swirling surface. Metal flowed. She blinked as she
rose from a sleeping pod. The image in the glassy reflection was not
her. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A voice called out, “Brakara! Look!
Its the Silver Citadel. Home of the Protectorate for the Milky Way!
Just like our father promised!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain was merely an observer. The ship
rotated to dock with the gargantuan structure. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She didn’t recognize the species. They
were 4 feet tall. Robotic appendages formed into palms that could
interact with Terran technology. A bubble of orange liquid swirled
about an amphibian face. Its gills opened rapidly. “Lita! Will we
see them?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Both let out delighted laughter as the
Star Spangled Banner landed on the platform next to them. Doc gaped.
Her face was ancient. No strand of brown hair remained. Thought her
eyes still sparkled with gentle humor. “Welcome! First FTL Weave
Wave Jump I take it?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Brakara exclaimed, “Is it true!? About
the Vigil?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Star replied, “Every brick of it.”
She leaned in. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A conspiratorial grin grew. “The
Golden Path is open to all. Should you seek it.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc let out a breath she was holding as
she saw herself call out, “Going to give them an earful?” Streaks
of gray were in her hair at this point but it wasn't the endless
youth of being merged with Lethe.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Star replied, “I’m not retired yet!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Yellow Defender formed a golden
construct to lift all of them to the outer layers of the Citadel.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was a giant central shaft. With
slowly turning rings at every level. Except for the top and bottom.
At the apex a white pyramid resided. While below its obsidian
counterpart kept vigil. The current date gleamed across the arrival
boards.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain groaned. The one she was tied to
could not make out the symbols. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc watched as her older self paused.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Star turned back, “Black Cat got
your….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yellow Defender energy formed over
Eliza’s mouth. A hand to playfully silence her.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“This moment. I’ve seen it.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Brakara reached out to touch the
crystalline pieces floating above them in the main alcove. He
followed the legendary Yellow Defender across the marbled floor. She
waved them into an adjoining amphitheater. A gentle tone echoed
through the space.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Welcome! Please find a seat!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Brakara curled about the white shell. It
conformed to his sphere unit while his robot limbs were cushioned
against anti-grav stints. The room darkened as the History unfurled.
They dove through white clouds. A city made of white, silver and
gunmetal gray durasteel greeted them. The words translated. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>New Ashbury Texas. </i></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>The Stars Burn Bright!</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A much younger Star Spangled Banner
faced off against a horrid beast. Fetid black water ran from its
back. Its egg shaped head pulled back in a sneer. The mouth grew. Its
dark eyes fell with a wet splat on the roadway. Brakara trembled. At
the creature’s feet was a man. His hair and form akin to the
Banner.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Names appeared. Chronos. Eater of
Worlds. Devourer’s First Born.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Dawnbreaker. Twin Ruler of the Sky.
Black Rope of the Undertide.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Star Spangled Banner. Twin Ruler of
the Sky. White Thread of the Overworld.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain held her breath as their enemy
swallowed Dexter whole. Star dashed in. Using all her strength.
Lorain focused on Eliza’s face. The terror was real. No doubt about
that. But she wasn't picking up any proper signals from Dexter. His
bio metrics were all out of sorts. Her older self sent pulses. Morose
Code but eletric. It was that this point Lorain Lanis was thankful
for the control of her body. A way to send a message across time.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Now you know why the Three sent
you here. This room was specifically made for us. We have to fool him
into eating the Finger Trap.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain slowed her breathing. <<That’s
why I was in the Training Sphere.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Indeed. Study the battle. See
what you will have to change to entangle the Devourer. He wants the
Twin Rulers. Eliza isn’t acceptable because she voluntarily became
infertile across all cycles.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>But there is one who could serve that
role. Lorain shuddered. Captain Overwatch. She had children and
shared basic codifer lines with Eliza. Her older self added, <<Why
do you think we keep Hilary away and focused on Star? Imagine the
avatars of the Devourer within perfectly tuned bodies.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Brakara shouted, “The stories! He must
eat the false morsel! Dawnbreaker knows! The Icaths of the White and
Black Tide Know! The Overworld must be protected!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain examined Chronos. He had warped
Hilary’s form as far as it could go.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Every nerve was breaking down. Chronos
needed Dexter’s body.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain’s eyes lit up. But he didn’t
need a <i>functioning</i> body. Just one to hold him.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Forever.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Sentinel paced. I scooped up the
Bardaxian. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I know Doc. If she says I shouldn’t
be there I will not tempt fate. Besides I can see the audience
circling just outside the Soul Layer.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Argos positioned himself to my left. He
flopped down on his haunches and gave me an award winning wolfish
grin. <<This will be good for us. All of us. Besides you don’t
have to constantly relive that battle.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>C’alain materialized next to me. My
parents joined him. Their souls as bright as ever.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I asked quietly, “Why haven't you gone
through yet?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mom crossed her arms, “For the same
reason you keep asking for a Wall Station with Silver Fox.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Dad patted me on the shoulder. “Face
it kid. You are stuck with us until the end.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Grandpa V’alkor stepped through the
Soul Layer. “Besides its not like just anyone can perceive us.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A few more choice members of my family
peered around a metaphysical corner. Q’vera shouted, “We all rise
together dear Niece!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My body wouldn’t burn out for quite
some time. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My Ruler Sight encompassed Death. Old
Souls.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My brother’s was Life. He could weave
new souls into the cycle. We would continue through the ages. Not as
we were. Eventually we would cycle back through the river of souls.
To help protect each generation. Who knows? Maybe next time I would
be reborn into the body of a new species within the Coil. That was
the whole point.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Luckily for us? The Devourer never quite
caught on to the tiny adjustments the Oversoul made after each
rotation. Knowledge passed on through myths. Through the Arcane
itself. Each layer working together to manifest the physical world.
That was the main thread changed from the Eden Cycle to our current
world order.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A simple change.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Life would see Death.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Death would see Life.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie and Nola pulled up next to me.
Their hover sled packed with Christmas goodies.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Their hair was just as white as mine. Their
old demi suits well maintained. Eyes filled with mirth. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I asked, “How's the Radiant Brigade
doing?” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie thumped his chest, “All 535 of
our children, grand children and great grandkids are doing quite well.
Mallet and the others are setting up the banquet hall. Hope you’ll
pop in with the Protectorate.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I promise.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>P’tah formed against my leg. Rubbed
his forehead against my fingertips.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“It is good to be home.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nothing else needed to be said. The
Icath elder purred. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The rumble vibrated against my hand. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nola’s mirror shimmered. Crossguard
said, “Yak-tish insists you come to the wedding!”</span></p></h2><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 28: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-ruler-of-skies.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Interlude/Within the Abyss: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/07/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-47818298132553862862023-05-17T12:03:00.005-07:002023-05-26T12:23:03.350-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Ruler of the Skies: Issue 28<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Issue 28: Red Sun White Moon</span></h2><h2 class="western">
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>There is a way to Yak’tish’s
homeland. The first go around Eliza and I had been summoned. This
time would be a bit different. This time Gwen, Tobin and Jace would
be joining us.--Lorain Lanis </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>We know what must be done.
Everything was on borrowed time. What mattered is how we used
it.--Jace </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>None can access the Ninth Circle
sector now. Thanks to the Living Stone Wardens and the Three. We
merely safeguard the next cycles to that never again shall evil walk
our shores.--High Orator Mysis of Atheoa 7</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>Convergence was many things. Our
enemies saw it as a signpost. In reality? It was a wave continually
lapping upon the shore. Until all that was left was the multiverse as
we know it now. Wonders abound even in this reborn cycle of
mortals.----Sleeping In Starlight: Post Convergence Files (Conclave
Access Required)</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Union Island</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Council Chambers</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Earth</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwendolyn Murphy stared at the unveiled
map. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin highlighted the landmass of
Ahpaktu. The visions were intensifying. She walked a path filled with
stars. Below her feet their current Earth circled. Above her Typha’s
wider orbit obscured the four suns. Bardax to her left. She
approached the white basin. Water flowed over the rim. Adding more
stars.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Frost curled about her legs as she
finally reached the lip of the basin.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She peered into the depths.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Three cowled figures stared back at her.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The first intoned, “What shall you
endure?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The second added, “We are within the
Wall.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The last closed off with, “Each shall
give onto the other. The Stone Endures. The Soul resides within.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Endless Living Stone Wardens swarmed the
black planet. No. Not a planet. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A portal. An inverted Ouroborous pulsed.
Its pale green innards pulsed. Gwen flowed through the battlefield.
Countless cycle Avatars of Dexter and Eliza were fighting side by
side to keep the arch fiends from breaking through. Yak’tish’s
tribesmen, their white and gold tatoos gleamed under the light of the
stars. An endless rain of spears held the enemy back. Three figures
in gold, black and white held their hands high. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Their bodies swayed as they chanted an
endless refrain. Their voices haunting. Familiar. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was her voice. Alongside Jace and
Tobin.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Within the Weave their soul forms grew.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A blue gloved hand reached out. Moving
past Gwen’s phantom sight.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I can’t just leave you here! We all
climb together!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The plea wasn't just directed at them. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Star-Spangled Banner. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Star’s Dark Matter beams shot out. Her
eyes blazed with that golden cosmic fire. Bisecting one of the
Inverted Spawn. A child of the Fallen Ouro. Bits of molten brown
scale dug into the barrier about the Three. One sharp kick sent
Lucifer sprawling. He had three white leathered wings on the right
side. Three black on the left. His golden hair fell in splotches
about his face. His mouth parted to reveal a purple forked tongue.
Across his bear chest a circle of pale gray arms grasped. He raised
his blackened sword. Its pommel of bone weeping Black Scrawl. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen blinked. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her vision wavered. For a moment Jace
and Tobin mirrored their future selves. Across all points of time and
space. Gwen dashed for the refresher on the far side of the room. She
sealed herself inside. She splashed water on her face. Gwen bit back
a scream as the cowled face peered at her from the reflective
surface. It pulled back the hood. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Three white rings etched on her
forehead. Her black and copper eyes were piercing. Her face ancient.
Not with age. White Scrawl flowed over the mirror.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>You are the Wall. </i></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>Even One Brick can block the Flow.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> <span> </span>Remember who you are. </i></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin watched as ships darted across the
ocean of water. Their star born brethren echoed from above. “She’s
getting an eyeful now too!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace replied, “We know our time here
was limited. Same as the Void Man. The Silver Lady.” Like many who
fought for the Oversoul they had a sliver of his consciousness within
them. To help keep the Threads in check. After countless cycles their
true memories had been unlocked. They were the original Three. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Weave, Body, and Soul.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Placed here to keep each realm whole.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer’s fall had changed all that.
This time their threads would weave together.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>While the Devourer consolidated its
power into one Avatar. Chronos.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They would be the bricks so no other
would have to live in fear.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace held out a generous cup of water as
Gwen rejoined them. Her eyes bloodshot.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>In a subdued voice she proclaimed,
“I’m...going to miss...” She sucked in a heavy breath.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin wrapped an arm about her
shoulders. “I know.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I spotted Gwen and my brothers near the
terrace. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Union Hall wasn't all that different
from how I remembered. Consistency was nice. Doc had gone to the
lower levels to collect some gear. It had only been a week in the
waking world. But for us it had been decades. A way to get
reacquainted. Test out our powers. Anything and everything needed.
Without the weight of past memories it was like being reborn again.
Like the early days of the Eden Cycle. I hurried over as the faint
scent of tears registered. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen dashed over. I didn’t ask. All I
could make out was, “Forgive me.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She quaked like a leaf in the wind. Like
all of Creation was on her shoulders. Weave forms clung to my
siblings. One was known to me. Lazarus. The other two remained
shrouded. They pressed fists to their chests. One was clearly
feminine in shape. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Silver Lady reached out to Gwen.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>There is still time. We will not yet
pass into the Threadhome.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> </i><span> </span>The Void Man, in a rare display,
activated one of his gauntlets. Its space black segments rolled back
to reveal a pale human hand underneath. <i>This was always the Path.
In order to learn. To feel as they do.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen shot back silently, <i>Why does it
hurt so much?</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> </i><span> </span>Tobin answered audibly, “Because
its real. A bond that cannot be broken.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace pointed to the grav lift. “Ill go
grab our gear. The 5 of us are needed.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I asked, “Do you want an hour in the
J’kua Sphere?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen finally pulled back. I offered her
a tissue. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She replied firmly, “No.” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I gave her a lopsided grin, “Family
trip though! Should be illuminating. Doc will have you set in no
time!” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>There was a renewed set to her jaw. “You
and O’rioh showed me the way. I won’t fail you again.” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A bright golden radiance flowed past us.
Someone was a Defender again!</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen smiled, “Choice will be honored.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I tilted my head to the side. Gwen let
out a soft peal of laughter at the sight of it.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She pulled me after Doc, “Let’s go.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Sentinel circled the Three Aspects of
the Oversoul. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Star’s aura healed me back to
full strengthen! Eden was the needed foundation!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Bardaxian’s bushy black wolf ears
tilted forward. His nose quivered expectantly.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lazarus answered for his cohorts,
“Ahpaktu will harden our mortal bodies. Our soul will reform in the
process. But memories of all three shall remain.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza Murphy was a shield. A banner. The
glue that held many together. The Wall would endure. So as long as
she remained within the physical realm. She would fight this. Wanting
to save everyone. It was what He appreciated the most about the demi.
No matter how dark everything got? She still climbed one more step
beyond. It had taken her life countless times. Across all cycles. Yet
she remained determined. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No matter the incarnation. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>That element would save them all.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">The Outer Planes</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Cosmic Void</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Reliquary of Woe</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Devourer sent a tendril of itself
deep into the bulk.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Flesh coiled around bone. He had done
it. Taken the most precious commodity of the Oversoul. Inverted its
purpose. Where <i>his </i>birthed new souls, this Ouro would collect
them. Helios was a lesson. It was useless to store souls within an
Aspect. Even cordoned off from the Oversoul somehow he and his
minions stuffed out each avenue.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This would ensure that reach would never
subside.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul would never be rid of the
Devourer.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Soon the Tapestry would be his to
control.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>An endless feast.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Ahpaktu</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Cove of Stars</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Earth</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak’tish’s clan symbol remained. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span> </span><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This was the same place he took us after
I inadvertently destroyed a Devourer Totem. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Didn’t realize it at the time. The
vines were green but the flowers that bloomed on each twinkled with a
faint silver light. 8 pointed stars. Gwen plucked one gently from its
groove. She did this all throughout the grotto. Until she had made a
crown. She pressed her palm to the surface of the crystal clear
waters. A pedestal rose. With one sweeping motion she secured it
there. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I did a double take as the Silver Lady
formed behind Gwen.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Why are we really here?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace replied, “To forge a new
beginning.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin rose. The Void Man’s gauntlets
materialized on his hands.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He placed his hands on my shoulders, “It
was an honor to be your brother.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“So what is Lazarus then?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen interjected, “Much how you and
Dexter formulated the Living Stone Wardens from your past soul
incarnations? The ones you know within our shadows are bits of
ourselves. Broken up over time to interact with the mortal planes.”
</span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace cupped the waters in his palm.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He drank deeply. “I’ll miss this.
But we….I had to understand. Had to understand demis, women, men,
all our levels of Creation. The temptations you face. Sorrows.
Triumphs.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Adam’s rib pulsed within me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I took up my customary stance. Hands on
hips. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You’ll always be Murphys to me!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Tobin chortled. The sound was clear. It
lanced through my heart. Bringing a sense of calm I never thought
possible. This wouldn't change anything. They were still my family.
Doc asked, “How will this help with sealing away the Devourer?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Jace answered, “Because it has
absorbed so many souls that it also hungers along the mortal plane. I
had to know the stakes. Understand them from your level. Perspective.
I apologize if this comes off as overtly straightforward.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I marveled at it. The tone was sincere.
I slapped my knees. My breath came out in a rush between fits of
mirth. “I can do strait! Considering!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc held out a hand to steady me.
“Better?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gwen snorted. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>All three crossed their arms resolutely,
“Not until I’ve properly settled this issue once and for all.”
Perfectly synchronized. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc inhaled sharply, “Wait. Does that
mean we get mind wiped.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Three put their hands to their lips.
Index finger motioning for silence. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Not this time. This final cycle shall
be yours. We only ask you uphold the Wall.”</span></p></h2><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 27: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_10.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 29: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_20.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-33690614684749217572023-05-10T20:48:00.004-07:002023-05-19T12:05:36.133-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 27<h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Issue 27: Mordred’s Hook</span></h2><h2 class="western">
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>I saw it while the Highest was
locked in battle with the various faces of Unity. We arent going to
win this war. Not the war of flesh. The war of souls.--Mordred</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>We kept calling it a finger
trap. It was more than that. But it was the only way.--Dexter Murphy</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>The multiverse wants a council of the
best and brightest. I say we should have a mix of everyone from every
angle of life. That way we don’t blind ourselves to the obvious. It
is because I am a symbol that I cannot take the role they wish upon
me. Where I go? Many will follow.--</i><i>--Sleeping In Starlight:
Post Convergence Files (Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Ahpaktu</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">llaros Territory</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Earth</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b> </b><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Mordred
possessed the body of the Inktu. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>It was
this world’s word for imp. It mattered not. He would never go back
to the Ninth Circle. </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">He dug
through the mossy earth. </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">His
bulbous orange eyes flicked to the left as </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">foliage</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">
rattled. He sliced his palm. </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Green
ichor dripped. Three sets of spears impaled his chest. Dull thuds
resounded in his ears as the tribesmen approached. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They made a sign to the sky. Invoking
the Oversoul for protection.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred smiled, “This...rite...was
not...for you….”</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He laughed as the lead hunter ran his
knife across his throat. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> <span> </span>He had
done his work. All those years trapped in the Ninth had given him
insight he never shared with any other inmates. The Oversoul never
wanted the utterly destroy them. That one desired peace by obedience.
</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">What little shreds of soul
they had left? He wanted to purify. Only Good would think it could
save them all. It was why J’anu and </span><span style="font-weight: normal;">Ta’rammon</span><span style="font-weight: normal;">
had taken that slim chance of lesser damnation. </span></span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-weight: normal;"> </span><span style="font-weight: normal;"><span> </span>Fools.</span></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred crawled to the edge. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Highest summoned lightning. It
struck Unity, Abbadon, and anyone else foolish enough to be close to
the innermost rings of the Ninth Circle. Cain ran a callused thumb
across his bristling yellowed beard. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Chronos keeps his other selves
distracted.”</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was a shock to learn that every bit
of greater Evil he knew of spawned from one entity. The Devourer. In
retrospect the name Chronos should have set off warning bells. Each
cycle he began anew. Sampling species from all across the universe.
Testing the makeup of souls to steal the wisdom of his enemies.
Karvax no longer remembered his former life. That was the danger
here. Promise too much with your mortal skin? You found yourself the
unwitting puppet of the insane asylum. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>X’mil would find himself here. There
was a price for hanging on to Dark Shaman abilities outside the norm.
Convergence had been obtained. It hadn’t come with the first death
of the Banner. No, the Oversoul had been slowly purging the
influences of the Devourer across all the ages. The Cycles. Not just
from the physical realm. He wished to purge soul corruption. The
newest incarnation of the Multiverse gleamed as a set of silver stars
circling over the aura of the Highest. Even in this blighted place. </span>
</p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>New paths to burrow into. </span>
</p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Even now the tendrils of dark power
tugged at the edges of his mind.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The heavy thrum of leather wings pulled
him sideways off the cliffs. J’anu’s cold crimson eyes, the one
feature that remained from her previous life bore into him, while her
spiked tail coiled about his chest and waist. He bit back a hiss of
pain as Ta’rammon wrapped one massive clawed appendage about his
neck. Shadows clung to the former human. That one had been vain in
life. Mordred stilled as a pale figure approached.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A patchwork cloak of skin obscured its
features. Cain lowered himself. He bowed cautiously to the newcomer.
He never looked up from the scorched earth. A delicate feminine hand
appeared from the cloak. She hummed as she ran her fingers through
Cain’s hair.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“The new wheel rises. Even now this
place is being positioned at the heart of the Elusian.”</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The murder’s voice was oddly
respectful. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Karvax had met this woman once. She had
professed to serve Unity. It had all been a lie. She served the
Devourer. They all did. In one way or another. Mordred cursed
silently for the gifts given to him. He was one of the Blood. One of
Chronos’ prized experiments. The answer to the Vigil of the Three.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>There must be a way to break these bonds
inside him.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The skinned one pressed one palm to his
chest.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You will walk the path. Knowingly or
not. It is too late for you to choose.”</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred’s mouth opened in a silent
scream of despair as every nerve in his body burned white hot. His
soul grew taunt. Then it was sucked into a whirlwind. Enteral cold
shot through him. He shivered. There was nothing beyond the void.
Nothing awaited him except for the blasted abyss of the Ninth Circle.
</span>
</p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He caught sight of the curvature of the
planet. It was massive. Triple the size of Earth.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His heart skipped a beat. He inhaled
sharply.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He recoiled from the purple flames
encircling him but his limbs wouldn't respond. Frog-like beings
peered up at him through the flames.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“The Eyes of the Devourer.”</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Metal and bone clanked against his
chest. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A small frogman, with red stripes along
his back bowed, “I greet you. Bound you are. To the will of the
Devourer.” His mouth sac expanded. He let out a croak that
resonated within Mordred’s chest. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He held his staff aloft, “By the
Blood. The Bone. The Sand. You are known.”</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred moved beyond the circle of fire.
He left the darkness of the cave. It didn’t hurt. His limbs were
longer. A surreal strength filled his core. He crouched near the
stream of water. His features were harsh. But fitting. Two curling
horns on his head behind each ear. Four red horns poked from his
smooth skin above his eyebrows. His skin was charcoal dark. His
irises were a dark purple. He had no need to blink. He opened his
mouth. </span>
</p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Black tissue. Black tongue. His tooth
was a dagger. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He held his 4 fingered hands to the sky.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No hint of black scrawl.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This form was not tied directly to
Chronos. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>What plans did they have for his Eden
cycle form? The Ninth Circle contained nearly all evil from all
Cycles since the start of the Oversoul’s reign. But what happened
to all the physical shells? Where did the Oversoul store them?</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Where.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Answer would save him. He was
certain. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Charon lifted the obsidian scale. Darva
murmured, >>All their former shells are contained. What little
soul connection was left is completely severed. Shall I run all
threads through containment?<<</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>>>From the Eden Cycle. But yes.
Keep up the wards. Run all processes.<<</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Every piece of the board was in play
now.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>These would provide the glue that would
seal away all Evils forever. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mortals would still be imbued with the
power to choose. That was the promise of the Oversoul. Charon was put
here for a singular purpose. The world of Man and Divine would be
separated. So that Evil could be denied the pull on the soul. No
longer would the Devourer lay claim to those who came after.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred returned to his fallen shell.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ Will plucked away at the
outer edges of his mind. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>But unlike his half human form? This
body was insulated. Due to its summoning ties to the Frogman. Mordred
didn’t bother learning their names. They were beyond notice. Only
put on this earth to serve. The fact that a baseline primitive
landmass had more raw power than the typical Light or Dark Shaman
gave Mordred ample concern. Chronos was prepping everyone for a
feast. One he intended to use to break past the bonds that held his
main bulk in place. It was never about freedom. It was about the
Devourer consuming all. Apsects, Angels, Demons, Demis and mortals.
None would escape. It was sheer folly that the Oversoul even
attempted such a thing.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He needed to find a J’kua Learning
Sphere. </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Have one of the sanctimonious graylings
activate it.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He’d bury himself deep within his
enemy’s priceless artifacts. Live out ages in the blink of an eye
before the end game. All he had to do was get off this backwards
hovel. He painted additional wards onto his forearms. All he had to
do was make enough noise to catch the eye of the Protectorate.
America and her erstwhile allies were finally reformed into nations
he remembered. Now it was time to prod the Frogmen. </span>
</p>
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<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Make a bridge to the outside world.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He inhaled the salty air.</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer would arrive. Mordred would be
ready.</span></p></h2><p><br /></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 26: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 28: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-ruler-of-skies.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-22375352069146810142023-05-09T20:28:00.003-07:002023-05-11T12:22:59.163-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 26<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Issue 26: Breakthrough</span></h2><h2 class="western">
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"><span> </span>I
didn’t mind giving up those memories during the Ceremony. If it
gives my daughter the edge she needs to hold strong against the
Devourer. It will be worth it in the end.--J’ino Murphy </span></span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>The drones were the least of our
worries.--Thomas Murphy</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Now you know why I was the one hidden
from all for nearly all my life. No matter the incarnation. The
Oversoul got quite adept at it. He always knew that the Devourer
desired the perfected form to inhabit. But my sister and I were never
perfect. Evil only sees raw power. We accounted for that as
well.--</i><i>--Sleeping In Starlight: Post Convergence Files
(Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Icath Pyramid (Duat Pair) </span>
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Soul Layer</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">February 19<sup>th</sup> 5490</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’ino tossed three spheres out. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gravitonics swirled about. Each rolled
about the plains. Crushing more drones by the minute. Micro black
holes sucked more bodies towards the spheres. Even though they were
hardly bigger than her hand her powers made escape impossible. Normal
metals would have disinigrated. So Thomas had imbued each with the
magic of the Golden City. The more drones they destroyed here would
prevent additional forces for Chronos later. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Unless he meant to tap into those
trapped within the Ninth Circle. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Sweat trickled down my back. The waves
were endless. But we needed Chronos to expend what he could while we
“rescued” the Duat Pair. This was his answer to the Living Stone
Wardens. Where other experiments like Unity had tried to mold them
into weapons for evil? This time around we had turned that table. It
was nice to cut loose just on the physical side. These drones weren’t
acting as conduits for Chronos. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I was moving at normal human speed. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My mother’s gravity ability was
formidable. She could imbue objects with bits of gravity.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It had saved Eddie a time or two before
we had arrived. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I let the gravitational pulls guide my
fists.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Drones flew a few feet from me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Their flesh dissipated in a crimson
haze. The black and silver pyramid rose another foot.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We had to get the apex to reach the
upper limit of the Soul Layer. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Then the twin suns of Typha could do the
rest.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I wanted Chronos to be all in on
<i>pillaging</i> the Ninth. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He had already chosen his final sleeve. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He wanted me. I would oblige.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thomas Murphy took a swing from his
water pouch. A sense of renewal rippled across his tired muscles.
Void Maiden’s visor rose half way. He poured the crystalline water
into mouth. After 10 swallows he pulled the pouch back. She smiled
brightly before the visor clamped shut with a minute hiss. At one
point Dexter reentered the magical barrier.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He gulped down every drop within the
pouch. Even as it renewed itself. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Had enough of a work out?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His son took a moment to rest his head
behind his clasped hands.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“As long as we close off all avenues?
He will have no choice.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thomas thought of his daughter’s old
damaged nodes. They were present. Grafted onto an imperfect form of
his son’s double. They would give Chronos his desired form. Just
not in the way he wanted. The game was on. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Now to only close in the final trap.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Evil was constrained within this cycle.
Just as the Oversoul promised. It would be up to mortals to perform
the final pushes to cleanse it from direct intervention upon these
plains. That was how much faith the Oversoul had in everyone. Thomas
only hoped to live up to that level of trust. Since Eliza’s old
nodes had been with her from the start, partially grafted with
Dexter’s, alongside the many incarnations her body had experienced.
It was the perfect trap.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos would only detect <i>Dexter</i>.
</span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Every action had a reason. His
daughter’s crippled nodes were the key.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul had been watching. Time was
a Wall for Mortals. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thomas lashed out once more with his
Khopesh.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Tick</i>. Two more heads flew from
desiccated shoulders.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><i> </i><i><span> </span>Tock</i>. Their forms
regressed to earlier cycles. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No longer Void Walkers. These earlier
husks resembled Lizard men. Much like the ones reported by Yak’tish.
One step at a time. Thomas dared not breathe a word to his wife or
daughter. Everyone had their part to play in what would become the
final curtain call for Chronos and his fallen ilk.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He reversed his blade. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Brought his hilt up into the jaw of the
closest coal black 6ft husk. Its teeth shattered. Magic flowed
through his veins. His bloodline through Ta’mathon purified from
the crossing of Cycles. Convergence had changed them all. They had to
win. The alternative was unthinkable. The Pyramid floated another 100
feet off the ground. All would fire off in sync when the time came.
All would understand the sacrifice. The choice remained.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">New Ashbury, Texas</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Protectorate HQ</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">February</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">20</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup>th</sup></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
5</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">490</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
A.C</span></span></b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary let out a soundless scream as her
spine twisted. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Abbadon dug his blackened fangs into her
neck.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ clinical gaze drank in each
twitch. Each trembling finger. Her medical smock was in tatters.
Probes floated at eye level to administer pain killers, liquids and
various vitamins. It was surreal. Nothing was magic based. Not like
their paltry divine tricks would work. If anything it would set her
skin on fire. She panted, “Enjoying the show?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No response. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos bent down. He closed one rigid
fist over her right wrist.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Fire crawled up her arm from the
contact.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She welcomed the pain. It would keep her
focused.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie winced. “Her human form hid the
marks of the Devourer.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He watched as each aspect of Abbadon,
Unity and Chronos appeared. Their forms hazy. Each left their mark
upon Hilary. Lorain turned away. She couldn't even meet my eyes. The
probes recorded every bit of physical data. Nola raised her mirror
once more.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Half her organs are imprinted with
Black Scrawl.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I pushed a thumb to my chest. “What
about me.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Your nodes are humming with White
Scrawl. Nothing present in your organs.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie noted, “Another benefit of being
aligned with Good. Black Scrawl takes a toll on the body. White
Scrawl is powered by the soul itself.” I wondered why I hadn’t
noticed the inverse during previous cycles. Lorain asked, “How do
you figure that?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie waved at the mirrored screen. It
dimmed. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Its a part of the fabric of this new
dimension. It was always present but only detected by a few. Its how
Light Shamans and Weave Speakers developed their own brand of skills
across the cycles. But each time it had to be refined. One of the
main goals of the Eden cycle was to cleanse as much Black Scrawl as
possible.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Abraham Murphy entered. His fingers
formed into a warding sigil.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Leave others to monitor this for
now.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We entered the main lift. It let out a
faint trilling sound as we arrived at our destination.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My grandfather pushed Lorain and I
through. The lift sealed itself. Energy prickled my skin. It kindled
ancient memories within me. Nola and Eddie were nowhere to be found.
The room was 10 miles across. 3 miles wide. Broken into sections.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I focused on the domed roof above us.
J’kua markings. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc threw a training uniform at me. I
caught it in my left hand.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She raised her index finger and thumb.
As if measuring my face.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“This is more my speed!” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We changed in the locker rooms. She
leaned in, “I could see her bones breaking and reforming. Chronos
never had a daughter. Hilary is a chimera. With one small sliver of a
soul remaining.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain shuddered, “It's studying how to
consume souls. To make the process last longer.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I replied, “Can you see that or….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She met my gaze. “Not the soul
aspects. The mirror recorded that but….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She pressed her head to my chest.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Physically its like massive tumors as
the base of your neck and spine. Then tendrils explode outward.
Curling about every major organ….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I wrapped my arms around her. “Did
that happen with the cultists?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her fingers curled. Grasping bits of my
uniform.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“It's like cancer. Its not quick
either. Even micro contacts with Ninth Array energies suck a person
dry. Demis and a few others have proper defense against it but...”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I<span> </span> brought up the cult data.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Everyone had been fighting them for over
10,000 years. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Even as we lived in caves. But this time
we had better defenses.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Dreaming wasn’t compromised here.
Or the Weave. No false Uplift Protocols.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain pushed back just enough to look
up at me. “This isn’t training for you.” Her voice grew
despondent. Breathless. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“It's for me.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I examined her with darkmatter sight.
Her healing powers registered the same. Her body could heal near
instantaneously. Muscles. Bones. She could still hold her breath for
a world impossible record. Silver Fox cut in. Within the Soul Layer. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>///She’s worried about not having
Lethe’s experience to fall back on. We all decided it would be best
she’d practice on you. Besides it will be old territory anyways!
Tower misadventures! Packed in enough materials to last years! Lethe
often worries to the same degree. Truth be told.///</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lethe interjected. ///I was there to
mainly contain and cleanse the other Tear.///</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox sent a burst of
encouragement. ///Yes but that’s not all you did. You both undercut
your contributions.///</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lethe closed down the link but not
before I caught the same expression often plastered on Lorain’s
countenance when it came to their personal accomplishments. It wasn't
shame. The pressure of obligation? No. Professional duty covered
under a calm demeanor. Even if she was panicked. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A wave of warmth tingled along my spine.
Clever of all of them really.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I pressed my fists to my hips in that
classic pose.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Don’t you worry Doc! It will be
just like old times.” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I smiled slowly as she glanced up.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Demi volleyball reporting for duty!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She bit her lip.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I continued to beam.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I'll even let you take control of my
boots!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She let out a quiet sigh. “Cornfed.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I gave her a thumbs up, “Texas Grade!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I picked her up. Spinning in a tight
circle. “Besides! We get a whole entire real world week in here!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She perked up at that. “What are you
going on about….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I whispered conspiratorially, “J’kua
training sphere….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain let out a short burst of
laughter. She covered her face. “This go around I’ve been far too
caught up in my job.....”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I gave a courtly bow, “This way!
Delayed reward after so many ups and downs!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I reached out to give her a hand up to
the main boxing ring situated in the exercise portion of our
temporary home. My legs tingled as I dropped to my knees. I couldn’t
feel a thing from my waist down. I let out a bark of laughter, “Just
like old times.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc flipped me over on my stomach. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The tingling faded after 5 seconds.
Feeling returned to my lower extremities. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain gawked, “I did that?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You can paralyze with a touch!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her cheeks reddened. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I’ve...I’m not...”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I held up a hand. “Let’s go back to
basics! For the both of us!” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I suddenly recalled her new life within
the current cycle. Unlike our Eden days? She had never been a combat
medic. Auxiliary. Pure defense. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The shoe was on the other foot.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">J’kua Sphere Polaris</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Project Hotfoot</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">5 Years Within</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza jabbed high. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain blocked. She sent her energy out
as their arms brushed against each other. Doc blinked. Amazement
caused her to fall back on the padded ground. Eliza crossed her legs
and floated next to Lorain. A curious glint in her eyes. Lorain
reached out. She plucked at the line of energy radiating from Murphy.
</span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She groaned, “I’m a moron. Class A!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza cocked her head to the side. She
jabbed herself in the chest. “No. I take that crown. I had to have
multiple Bardaxians, a Markav VI matrix, Eddie, my parents….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She had a wicked twinkle in her eye as
she elaborated,”….all giving me pointers on how to date properly.
You? Hopeless. Not even once.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She nodded firmly. As if this explained
every chaotic thing that had ever happened to them. Lorain bit the
inside of her cheek. Eliza continued, “I was and still am a Black
Hole in the social ques department!” Lorain snorted. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You may not have empathy powers
anymore but I know what you are doing!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza tilted her head in the other
direction, “Oh?” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Murphy tapped the side of her nose with
one index finger.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain continued to tug at the aura
surrounding Eliza.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She hurriedly added, “Please tell me
if any of this hurts!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Girl Scouts Honor!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Everything shifted. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Colors, sights, sounds, even smells that
should have been recognizable went out the window. I wasn’t in
pain. Lorain blinked rapidly. Feeding more data into her H.U.D. She
was like a kid at Christmas. My ear drums popped and all senses
returned to normality. She muttered, “Ill have to practice!” </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I ran my thumb along her jaw, “So what
did you learn today? I saw purple!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Those clear green eyes peered right
through me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“I can enhance a demi’s powers.
Through their aura.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I whistled, “Well we have quite a few
years left in here!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc leaned in. “All Demis have this
aura. I even looked at mine.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“What did you see?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She buried her face in my shoulder.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Lethe was diluting my powers on
purpose.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“We have to be ready.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul had seen to everything. The
path was set. All we could do is walk forward.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">New Ashbury, Texas</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;">Protectorate HQ</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>February</b></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>
</b></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>2</b></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>4</b></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><b>th</b></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>
5</b></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>490</b></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><b>
A.C</b></span></span> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Abraham Murphy triple checked the
readouts.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>There was no mistake. Eliza and Lorain’s
bio readouts had spiked beyond known demi outputs. He turned to his
wife, “We are going to have to add another range to the ability
scales.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eleanor Murphy pulled Mary Herbert-Lanis
over.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“That’s what the Oversoul hid.
Lorain can still heal but she was always meant for another role.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mary highlighted the blue bar. </span>
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“How many will she be able to
enhance?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Abraham replied, “Based on what I see
here? By the time they are done in there? She may well be able to
enhance everyone.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Proctor Gansys nodded, “Bring up
everyone we know isn’t compromised.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He linked in with At’lan.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Implement Project Safehold.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Markav Gateway Ascended VI ran the
calculations across all multiversal points.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<Shall I inform Captain Overwatch
and the Rest of the Cauldron?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<br />
</p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gansys sighed. <<On my authority.
Triad Echo Delta Niner.>></span></p></h2><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 25: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_30.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 27: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_10.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-21598567942340838472023-04-30T12:07:00.005-07:002023-05-11T12:05:42.403-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 25<h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 25: By Which Memories Shall We Abide</span></b></h2><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>I give them just enough
rope…..--Chronos </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My brother hasn't been quite
himself. Pyra? I’ve never gotten a good enough read on. X’mil is
obsessed over J’ino once more. I am trapped once more.--Medusa</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Every day I check the latest
HeroNet headlines. It brings me comfort. Its hilarious looking at
what “Doctor Impossible is NOT doing.”--Hilary Brookes </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>At this point at least my family
understands why I won’t ever take the Presidential nomination. One?
I was never cut out for politics or negotiations. Two? Others, even
well meaning, would attempt to curry favor. Our world still has
wonders yet to be discovered. I want to go out into the Black and
keep seeking! The US and Earth know me as the Banner. As well as a
majority of the stabilized Multiverse. Unlike our Eden days? I had no
need to reveal myself. Typha is floating along just fine. My mother
is quite content to never bring up any old House policies.--Private
Entry (July 9<sup>th</sup> 5500)</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Just glad that most assumed I was a
“thronebearer” copy. The role of the Twilight was never meant to
be that of the Golden Host. Good thing our enemies never made the
proper connection. Just as The Devil broke off parts of himself to
imbue into mortals? The Oversoul was doing the same. But in the
latter’s case? He would always ask for permission. He was the
reason why I had been allowed to claim a soul for my own.--Saira
Lanis, Twilight Ourobouros Arbiter. Formerly cloned from Eliza
Murphy.</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Historical District</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">February</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">18</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup>th</sup></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
5</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">490</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
A.C </span></span></b></span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary stared at the twisted tree. It
sang to her. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She hissed as sparks pinched her exposed
hands. Pyra pulled Hilary in close, “Keep moving.” Hilary turned
up her collar as a light rain poured in from above. Had that woman
always been so brisk? Brookes entered the storefront. X’mil glanced
up from his shopping terminal.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Welcome to Hartly’s Emporium!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The line almost sounded normal. Another
group of people filed in behind the two women.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One flashed a badge. “Argus Paxton!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>X’mil smiled. “What can I do for you
commissioner?” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The woman’s skintone indicated
Tarvellian. The man had bright red hair. Dressed in a Terran Union
military uniform. No patches though. Pyra turned Hilary towards the
medicinal care section. “Barney has a horrid cough. Would you
please….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paxton continued, “We have reason to
believe the Ninth Array cult is messing with….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The voice faded as Pyra twisted Hilary’s
wrist, “Shut up. Get him.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary’s skin reformed over the burns.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She yanked open the shelving unit. Keyed
in the numbers. She slammed it shut.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer’s lean features appeared
in her H.U.D.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<I’ll be there shortly. X’mil
knows enough to keep the cops off us.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span> J</span>onas “Eddie” Olsten kept his
expression outwardly military. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His hidden sense was going insane within
this little shop. The polluted Tree was a false lead. Not so much
with the cult activity. Lucifer wanted this shop exposed. Or would
that be the people? Either way this place was a gold mine. Just for
the sheer amount they were hiding in plain sight. Eddie figured half
the items blazing under his demi powers were meant to throw off
magical practitioners. No Ninth Circle enchantments. Nola remained in
eyesight. She studied the statuary.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She asked, “Local artists?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The clerk blabbered on. He was a squat
man. His brown hair balding at the top. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He had a green banana wrapped about his
forehead. His bulbous nose quivered.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Ye-yes!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paxton flipped open his stylus. “Anyone
linger around that tree recently?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eddie peered into those watery pale
brown eyes.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nothing of the squat man hit his hidden
senses but the arrival of the Commissioner had put the clerk on edge.
Not too unusual. Most normal civilians would react with a shocked
reaction. The way the man pulled at his fingers sparked a distant
memory in Olsten. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Area 51.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It couldn't be. On <i>House</i>
Typherians? Some men used to wear signet rings on their last two
fingers. He kept the little man in his peripheral sight as a taller
individual appeared. His black beard cut short. His mustash curled on
each side. His brown eyes nearly as dark as his hair. A serpent
tattoo curled about his wrist all the way to his shoulder. He wore an
open white vest. Black slacks with white dress shoes. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eddie would have to bring J’ino into
this. She had all the unfortunate memory of House eccentricities. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer motioned to X’mil.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Go grab our record books would you?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>X’mil bobbed his head. “Anyone want
coffee?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The purple skinned woman declined. The
officer placed a few credit chits on the table.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Sure! Ill also take that statue of
the winged horse as well!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>X’mil hurried to the back rooms. His
chest heaving as he closed the doorway.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Medusa set up a tray. She snapped,
“Breathe you idiot! They are asking about that damned tree!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>X’mil replied heatedly, “It has a
brush of Black Scrawl! They--!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Medusa hooked two fingers into his
nostrils, “THEY. ARE. LOOKING. FOR. LUCIFER.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Or Thoth. She dreaded admitting that
even within her mind.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He would have just as much to gain as
the fallen Thronebearer. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nola pretended to add more eyeliner. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her “mirror” was one artifact that
had made it into the new cycle. The bodies of the clerk and his boss
were of the Final Cycle. But their souls spoke of older memory. Just
a hint of it flashed against the surface. When the Jupiter Rising and
Hidan had found the Murphy twins floating in the remains of the world
eater she had used her mirror on them both. Their bodies had also
been reconstituted to fit this new world. But their souls had shined
with the multilayered hue of creation reborn. Many journey’s down
the river of souls. Each time Dexter and Eliza had been reborn the
Oversoul had learned more about what the Devourer desired for all of
Creation.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even in his past life Argus Paxon had
only been a threat to those who desired chaos.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The two other women brought their hover
bins over. Filled with medicinals and teas.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The one with the dark red hair said,
“The usual!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nola assumed the man owned this place.
She brought up his profile with one quick blink.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nathan Olbric. 79 Years Old. In this day
and age that was still quite young. Immigrated via New Olibux
(Universe Alka). Only had a few years activity on Earth. The Ouros
still guarded the barriers between Universes so it would take some
time to get all the proper paperwork. Should they ask for it. Nola
did one last sweep with her mirror. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Taking snapshots of everyone. If these
people had any hidden ties she’d find it.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos used Pyra’s eyes. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Much as he had used Micheal Brookes for
all those years. In that man’s case? It had been a partial success.
It had required Chronos to make frequent visits to load up on more
biological markers but it had revealed a way to extend the efficiency
of the Void Walker drones. The Oversoul had made this final realm
well. A direct response to all those cycles that Chronos had ruined.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>But he would need avatars with more
power than what the Exiles possessed. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Dexter Murphy would have made for an
excellent host. He had learned so much from consuming Pyra, Snake
Charmer, countless House Typherians. X’mil had been on the list but
the loss of his nodes had complicated matters. Urraden’s plan for
the Eliza Clone had fallen through. Unlike her main template? That
one had birthed children. An unfortunate development. That direct
line of life could be used but it was already a system hard enough to
crack. They called him the Devourer. The Devil. Countless titles. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Rubbish.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He would peer beyond the Nothing. Using
his power and that of the Oversoul.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>For it had been born from the Nothing.
That realm outside all time and knowledge. Then it had escaped its
first prison. The Oversoul had many names. God. The Light. Creation
Everlasting. What did these simple meat puppets know? They were only
good for consumption. He linked to Pyra’s implants. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was time to get the ball rolling.
Even now the part of the Protectorate invaded the pocket he had
formed. God wished to know what was in store? The Devil would oblige!
He hummed as Pyra did as he commanded.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Expose Hilary. Give her a kiss.</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The assassin screamed. She clutched her
head. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary backpedaled as Paxon caught Pyra.
The red headed fellow aimed his twin blasters at the brood of
Chronos. He had given Hilary a few needed powers. Taken from various
House Typherians over the years. Oh yes.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Poisoned fruit from every Tree flowed
through his “daughter.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Elongated metallic fingers twitched.
Hilary froze at the carnage. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos commanded Snake Charmer. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Grab the healing </i><i>arrays</i><i>.
Must keep up appearances. </i></span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Medusa watched the feed. She turned.
Opening the medical case. Three probes flew out. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Critical Condition. Level 4
response!>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Snake Charmer threw open the door.
“Triage!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary fainted as Paxon jabbed a thin
needle into her neck.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Black Scrawl dotted her forearms. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Giant Red Letters blazed across her
H.U.D.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Ninth Array Quarantine in
Effect! Historic District. Please shelter in place.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She grimaced. What had possessed Hilary
to blow a fuse?!</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Protectorate HQ</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">February</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">20</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup>th</sup></span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
5</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">490</span></span><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="color: black;">
A.C</span></span></b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary couldn't speak. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ void black orbs danced at the
edge of her vision. His thin gray fingers plucked at her skin. Her
throat burned as another round of Light Shaman spells attempted to
break down whatever her father had hexed upon her body. Another
kaleidoscope of House Typherian powers manifested. The plastic cup on
the table twisted. It melded into the table. A medical bot hovered
near by. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Its placid voice stated, “Subject’s
DNA continuing to warp.” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary glared at it. Stupid yellow orb.
It reminded her of the Markav units that would constantly hover
about. Spouting useless platitudes. Doctor Impossible entered. Behind
a triple protected field of tech, magic and sealing rites. She held
up one stylus. Holos appeared over Hilary’s body. The view screen
darkened. Interesting how they announced Impossible to the world here
yet who else would be piling in to watch the freak show!?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos trailed one index finger across
Hilary’s forehead. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>My gift to you!</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her eyes burned. Cords followed each
contortion of her body. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was happening again. This pain was
all to familiar. Clumps of hair fell.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was no wonder her father had sealed
her vocal cords. It would have been so easy to name all of them.
There would be another way. She was cannon fodder. But she could
still cut to the bone. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I was blindfolded. A sensory band to
restrict vision. Of many kinds.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nola’s presence was a comfort. They
hadn’t shut down my other senses. The Protectorate upper tiers
wanted me to know certain details. Periodically Doc would have to
perform tests on the new nodes within my body. They resembled my
Ayeer pathways but unlike my previous life? These worked. No
replicated transplant from Dexter. Lorain theorized it had something
to do with recent developments. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Developments they wanted me to
investigate.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The band was removed. Doc checked my
vitals. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My gaze went to the individual beyond
the protective glass. We could see her she wasn't able to see us. I
whispered, “It's both. It was always both.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary Brookes twisted against her
restraints. One eye was fully Void Walker. The other half of her body
molted its human skin. Doc hugged herself.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Our guys upstairs saw this coming
too.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her comment sparked another layer within
me.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My regenerated nodes would allow me to
go toe to toe with Hilary. Chronos. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Just as the Devourer learned across the
cycles? So did the Highest and the Oversoul. Evil could only steal
what was provided. I picked up one ceramic mug. I concentrated. It
reformed in my palm. Into one sphere. Other memories flooded in. Not
my own.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Given to me. Freely.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I watched as my mother learned to use
the skills of her people. The Grail ceremony hadn’t just given us
the means to free ourselves from Helios. My friends and family had
rallied to me. Giving their skills and knowledge. Hard won. Just as I
had given my Sleeves skills needed for the battle ahead. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My gaze locked onto Hilary’s throat.
Crimson hands squeezed. He had thrown Abbadon into her as well. No,
he was Abbadon. Unity. Moloch. Satan. All of them. There had never
been anyone other than Chronos. One face. Many forms.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I held up my hands. I studied each palm.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Life interrupted. I am a broken
chain.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My eyes blazed with cosmic fire.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“A chain able to act outside the
confines of the Ouro.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nola replied, “Exactly.” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain pressed a hand against my chest.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“That’s why you are barren. So
others cannot be created.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I nodded. My brother’s children would
have aspects of our powers. But no one would ever be a one to one
recreation of myself or my twin. Hilary had been the Devil’s answer
to the Grand Design of Creation. One to devour the Many.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul’s promise rose to the
challenge. The Many to Protect All. The Wall that would endure. My
vision narrowed. Pieces clicked together. “If Chronos devours my
brother…..”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eddie cut in sharply, “He would have
the whole game board to himself.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Finger Trap indeed. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Time to drop the Titan mantle.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Argus Paxon leaned against the side
wall, “Not yet. You know darned well once you pop out all Red,
White and Blue the hunt will be on for Dexter. Chronos knows you are
our favorite kind of Firework.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I turned away from Hilary’s
transformation. That had been his way of getting around certain
universal foundations. I floated in the middle of the observation
room. Gathering my thoughts. Male and Female. Equal yet opposite. I
thought of my parents. How well they balanced each other.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc took a moment to flip me over on my
stomach. She lifted the back of my shirt. She traced the positioning
of all the nodes in my body. “You don’t just have them on your
back this time. One in each hand. On the bottom of each foot. One
just above your breast bone.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My memory flashed to my fight with the
All-Father. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>C’alain’s martial memories
intertwined.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I won’t be bogged down with
hesitation this go around.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc’s eyes widened, “Your barren so
you can hold MALE soul cycle memory.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My head turned as V’alkor’s skills
overlayed over mine.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Ouros of Soul Transference were
always female.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Male Ouros protected these gateways.
Except for Hi’ulk’s sisters.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They had willingly merged with my body
in the previous cycle.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I blurted out, “They are barren too!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>That way all the souls enshrined within
the Ninth Circle would never again be able to merge into the soul
layer with the newly formed or reborn. Their barren nature would
prevent escape. It would be the bullet that would seal all those who
ever decided to commit evils into a land where no escape was
possible. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>But the Vigil would remain. Because we
mortals had choice.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Anyone have some coffee? My brain is
gonna implode.” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We had restored the Golden Path between
Creation and Entropy.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p>
</p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Now all that was left was to maintain
and protect it.</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 24: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_27.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 26: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/05/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-56828104015821499052023-04-27T22:07:00.004-07:002023-04-30T12:08:29.581-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 24<p></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 24: Visions of the Future</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos’ plan will not work.
Eliza Murphy is missing that vital element to be a true LIFE key. But
how will the Oversoul use her? HOW? Reborn to be infertile since the
dawn of Heaven. What does he plan to build with that kind of
foundation. This changes the plan. I must observe them together. As
Twin bound souls? They always flow together.--Lucifer</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>What is the full saying? Yes.
The Markav have “The Wall Endures.” Each race has a piece of the
puzzle. You put it all together? That is the tapestry. “The Wall of
the First Ouro Flows into the Titan Children. The Scales Balance
under the Spear and Shield of the Twin Rulers of the Sky. Death
Sleeps While Life Endures. Unto Each Cycle. Fear Not the Path of the
Ancients for each Step guides you towards your Final Home.”--Proctor
Gansys</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Way to go Doctor Lanis! We don’t
know who Lucifer inhabits but we did catch a slight quiver of
activity while pausing time. Brain activity outside of Eliza that is.
Murphy’s is already mapped thanks to the Eden 42<sup>nd</sup>
archives. We managed to gain one word: Kaltesh. From the Fallen
Lexicon. Now that we have the proper resonance? We can pin point
where the Devourer will attempt to breach our multiverse.--Conclave
Report (Hidden Archivist Logs) </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>My brother has always been a better
poker player. No wonder Silver Fox only left bread crumbs for me to
follow. Its a relief to know why I had always chosen this path
though. No matter the era. One part of the Key was my infertility.
The other part? Some would automatically assume it to be Lorain. Or
even my brother. Since we are Twins. Thank goodness for additional
hat tricks. There’s a reason why I was always stuck in the
limelight. So to speak. --Sleeping In Starlight: Post Convergence
Files (Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>Icath Pyramid (Duat Pair) </b></span>
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Soul Layer</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February 16<sup>th</sup> 5490</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My mouth opened. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Cosmic heat enveloped the area.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The drone’s skin bubbled as the flames
exploded against its chest.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I heard bones snap as countless others
tried to move within the gravatonic field my mother was suppressing
them with. My father’s khopesh flashed. Silver flames turned
additional drones to ash. Nothing would ever hurt my mother again.
Not as long as my father had any say in the matter. I aimed a kick.
The Walker’s shoulder blades caved in as it went flying off into
the darkness. I was still faster than all of them. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I sprinted towards the base of the
pyramid. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Atum nudged his mate.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Their inky black coats dotted with
purple symbology. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Saah bared her fangs in delight as she
saw the humanoid approach. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Ahh. Just as promised.” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Cycle of True Renewal was upon them.
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Atum placed one massive paw on the seal.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A merry trill of notes echoed through
the cavernous space.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Arming main arrays. Stand by!>></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They had gathered fallen warriors from
all strata of space and time. From the high halls of Heaven to the
final breath of the Eden Cycle. Chronos would have not only the
vanguard of the Twins endless lifetimes to face but the hoards of the
Honored Dead. Evil had never understood the true value of the Living
Stone. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Light of Creation would peel back
the endless dark.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Atum singled out the ring of drones
attempting to breach the energy barrier of the Arbiter of the Golden
City. Purple beams lanced out from the silver speak of the pyramid.
Life was good. Destroying Chronos’ decrepit “sleeves” were just
the cherry on top.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Horrid blight of the Devourer. We
shall cleanse it from the Duat and our fellow Soul prisms!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Judgment felt the power of his bracers
increasing. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Drones burst into ash as a divine hammer
rained down from above. Thomas found himself floating free from his
body. A bright red thread tied him to his mortal shell and his wife.
Another pulse passed by and J’ino found herself rising as well. A
white light carried them forward into a crystallized pyramid.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Voices echoed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They saw Eliza floating over a balcony.
In her Banner uniform. Not in the primary blue. A mix of silver, gold
and white. Three golden rings on her chest. Wreathed in a blue star
outline. The pyramid floated towards her. Doctor Impossible pushed
her in a playful manner. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“You know that the Cosmic Council is
nominating you for the job. Again!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Earth (Union Hall)</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Cosmic Council Apartments</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">February</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
1</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">6</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><sup><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">th</span></span></sup></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">
5</span></span></span></span><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">500
A.C </span></span></span></span></b></span>
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;"><br /></span></span></span></span></b></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I groaned. “I appreciate the
sentiments. I do! But….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc pressed two fingers to my neck. She
checked her display, “….patient has a case of cold feet! With a
dash of Not AGAIN!” Her tone was light. That mischievous twinkle
ruined the controlled delivery. Union Hall was as majestic as ever. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Uncle J’dax exclaimed, “You know
they won’t stop until you have at least one honorary term as
Chairmen of the Cosmic Council.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I grimaced, “I shouldn’t be
eligible. I’m a demi.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I reached up to grab the pyramid
construct. My fingers traced the surface.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A soothing hum ran up my arm.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I only wish one mantle.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Auggie pranced around us. <<I
think you’d do well!>> </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His Yellow Bullet armor immaculate. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Proctor Gansys joined us, “They did
figure in a work around. You have been slotted in for First
Protector! To represent demis across all sectors.” He handed me a
class of wine. Strait from At’lan’s finest fields. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I frowned, “It was a team effort!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc fiddled with the golden clasp
connecting my pauldron to my uniform.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Yes, it was. Is. Will always be but
many still see you as the primary beacon.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No one knew my civilian identity this go
around. As far as the general populous went. I held my tongue for a
moment as other officials wandered in to shake my hand. One man
shouted, “To the Redeemers!” It wasn’t just my original Eden
team anymore. Crossguard raised one hand in salute. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“By the will of Avalon and the Round
Table!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He still bore the scars from that
battle.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We had endured. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ritark bowed, “Humanity is more than
happy to share the Banner with everyone!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Most didn’t realize I had Typherian
blood this go around either. At least as the Banner. Eliza Murphy on
the other hand? I didn’t stick out much. Lots of us Hybrids running
around these days. V’alkor Ayeer raised a glass. Tapped it on the
side.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Voices quieted.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Today we remember the fallen.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I pointedly turned towards the wall
containing past Presidents.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>You could hear a pin drop. The Duat
Pair’s warning ringing clear.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Reveal the Legacy. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino examined every person she could
see in the room.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas gripped the hilt of his khopesh.
Their daughter plucked at the panel. Removed it from the housing.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“You all want to know why I decline
every single time? It’s because of this one man.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Archibald Hammond. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We must maintain the Vigil. Anyone
can be fooled.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The room darkened. The infamous holo
sputtered to life.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Those crimson eyes blazed as they held
Crossguard overhead. Preparing to throw him into the awaiting jaws of
the Devourer. Eliza a mere hairsbreadth away. Forever captured in
amber. That final confrontation. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black; font-size: large;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Anna pressed forward. Her holorecorder
bobbling above. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She asked, “What of the offer of First
Protector?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I turned. “Honorary only. Many of us
have powers. A majority choose good. Hammond was by all accounts a
generous man. Evil brewed under that veneer. He was Thoth. The Lord
of the Bone Throne.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A few voices rose in disbelief. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Hidden by the Knives.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His signature weapons manifested in the
middle of the room. Ganysis overrode requests.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I spoke above the rising cacophony of
voices.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I only desire one mantle.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>V’alkor whistled sharply. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The audience quieted. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“To be a Shield. That requires eternal
vigilance.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I released the pyramid. It floated to
the top of the chamber.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Anna pressed on. “Then why not take up
the Council’s offer?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It had to be asked. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I replied, “A fireman cannot put out
fires sitting at the station.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I circled the room. Examining the faces
before me. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“We demis must be on the front lines.”
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The crystal pyramid whirled about.
Everything grayed out for a split second.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I saw my parents. I smiled.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Thoth will lead you to Chronos.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Everything would play out as promised.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 23: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_23.html">Here</a></span><p></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 25: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_30.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-21152810558770363112023-04-23T22:20:00.009-07:002023-04-29T12:45:26.480-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 23<p> </p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 23: Rally to the Flag</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Mortals are pathetic. Even
Ethereal Titan spelled out the true danger of this trip! I’ll show
them my fear. Like all things it will be debated until the end of
time. They are profiling all of us. It is a sign: I will breach the
inner circle of the Protectorate.--Lucifer </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I won’t be able to hide it. I
already accepted many different kinds of fears. On the surface. What
still dwells deep within my mind? I must face what comes. No matter
how it ends.--Eliza Murphy</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Each Icath Ruling Pair will control 1
of 3 aspects. The 4</i><sup><i>th</i></sup><i> will be left to us.
Mankind. Others spread throughout the multiverse. In a way? I am also
a distraction. Chronos believes in power. So he would assume that the
Oversoul would give my sister and I the most precious aspects of
power. He keeps the missing Pair close on hand. Not realizing they
desired to be captured.</i><i>--Dexter Murphy: Private Logs.</i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><br /></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Outer Sector</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Soul Layer</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February 16<sup>th</sup> 5490</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>There it was again.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That tiny blip on my radar.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Void Maiden and Mystic joined me. The
portal before us interlocked with gold and silver sigils. I was
decked out in Markav Soul Warden gear. It wouldn't be unusual for the
high level Protectorates to be accompanied by such. Trickshot shared
his HUD.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Icons flowed across.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paw prints lined up with certain marks.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span> </span><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This would lead us to the “captured”
Icath pair. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The portal swirled. Arthon took the
lead. Paxon remained on Earth. It would look suspicious if all the
Top Tier members of the Protectorate were “gone.” A black Pyramid
lined with gold at the top dominated the landscape as we passed
through. My mother crouched. My father cloaked all of us with a quick
invisibility incantation. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>For miles around the pyramid there were
Drones. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Void Walker husks of Chronos’
appetites. Once he was done consuming a soul he converted their
bodies into drones. A fact that Eliza wasn’t able to recall for
this moment. Silver Fox had removed certain lines of knowledge. So it
wouldn’t affect my sister when the battle arrived. Even one who
shielded live would have to destroy the evil constructs. None of us
wanted her burdened by certain truths. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It helped that Silver Fox had gained her
consent before the separation ritual had commenced. My sister was
often harshest on herself. But she genuinely had the worst poker face
known to mankind. A flutter of wings made us all freeze. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This was where all the remaining White
Owls had come to roost. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I checked my chrono. An infinity symbol
crackled. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I motioned to my father. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He crept through the endless rows of
pale white drones.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Each metallic sphere had been imbued
with a drop of my mother’s blood.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They were about to see just how
devastating gravity powers were. Trickshot teleported the rest on my
command. The Drones keened. They had sensed the disrupted currents. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Perfect.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My mother pressed her palms to the
earth. My father materialized behind her with Trickshot. I remained
outside his protective wards. I wanted to see what kind of weight my
mother could pull with her new bag of demi tricks.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Golden Host Sphere</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Elysium</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I dug frantically. The black thorns tore
at my suit. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Didn’t matter. Fadeaway was pleading
with his one remaining eye.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The plants hissed.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Ours!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I removed my cape and cowl. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The vines snapped. Branches coiled about
my body. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A sharp crack filled the air as I pulled
with all my strength. The temperature dropped as I froze the outer
layer of demonic brambles. I pulled him from his thorny embrace. His
other eye glowed orange in the moonlight.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His chest rose rapidly with each breath.
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What are you?!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I replied calmly, “A friend.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer maintained a look of pure shock.
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His thoughts raced along a new avenue.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>What did the Protectorate hope to
achieve by this? Letting this team know of her true origin. He saw
the way her muscles bunched under that torn uniform. No wounds. Not
even one tiny scratch on that perfect skin of hers. Which Key would
the Oversoul use to capture the Nothing. The evil inside all men.
They did not deserve the light or its gifts.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed gawked as Titan removed
the damaged outer layers of her suit.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>All that remained was a simple white
sleeveless shirt and her black and gold leggings. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Ohmygod!Whatareyou!Whatdotheyfeedyou!HolysmokesLookatThat!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He pressed a hand to her wrist. The
flesh didn’t give. It was stronger than the best materials made for
combat ships. He let out a startled yelp as her other hand shot out
to grasp a pale blue snake. Its red eyes locked onto him.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Nowaynottouchingthat!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He vibrated in place.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nothing scaly fell out. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Even her face had changed. She removed
the dynamo mask. Her eyes swirled with cosmic power. As bright as two
golden suns! </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She pivoted.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His HUD outlined the beams that shot
forth. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Dark Matter Energy?! </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I heard it before the creature appeared.
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Moss and jungle detritus clung to its
sides as it rose.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Its half broken wings expanded.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It raised a sword made of stone. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lava dribbled down its chest. The
<i>original</i> Thronebearer sigil for <i>Light Extinguished </i>carved
across its stomach. That confirmed it. Lucifer was one of those
within my new team. All of our fears were mixing together. Even if
the Lightbringer would never directly admit to any kind of terrors.
Its head formed into a snake. Black Scrawl ran down its mouth. Its
wings a fragment of the Unity fiend that had consumed me back within
the Eden Cycle. I pushed Lensflair back as shadowed forms rose to
grab at his feet.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Pride Consumes. Wrath Poisons….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The shadows converged on me.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“...but you know Arbiter? To claw from
Helios?! Realm of the Discarded!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One formed into Meathook. Its yellowed
skin riddled with ashen pockmarks. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The remnants of the jungle faded.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The volcanic steps of Helios formed. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed dashed around me.
Kicking up winds that tore through vines, ghosts and black scrawl
alike. My back split open. My wings torn. Bloodied. Kaltesh. The Ruin
of the Upper Steps gloated, “Do you remember Little Light?!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Grail Ceremony had saved us from the
last gateway of the Climb. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He snatched Meathook. The hybrid
twisted. A sickening crunch left the creature paralyzed. Lensflair
inverted what light sources he could into barriers. He screamed as
metallic thorns pierced his calves. He formed a sword of pure light.
His swings went wild as White Owls converged on his position. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“False Light. Living Memory! Prison of
the Mind!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway hurled bits of stone, lava and
thorns at the Owls.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer played his part. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He had never seen Helios. That had been
before his creation. Figured. So he ate up the visions with proper
shock. Kaltesh had been a legend even for the Golden Host. A fiend
who had guarded the Oversoul’s prison. Sucking away at its light
even as it tried to break free of the Devourer. Kaltesh had been a
slave to his desires. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Murphy crouched. The ground trembled as
she shot forward. Bits of White’s old wingspan apparent in the
vision. What had compelled the Oversoul to use Demi flesh to repair
those two? They had been defective servants from the start. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Made after the initial Golden Host. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gabriel. Michael. Uriel. Chamuel.
Raphael. Jophiel. Zadkiel.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Eliza’s dark matter beams bisected
Kaltesh. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She was screaming. How delightful!</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He savored the agony that flowed over
her aura. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The illusion froze. He couldn't move. It
was all gray.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>That Lanis woman stepped past. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She spoke into a brilliant blue orb that
formed next to her shoulder.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer tasted the ash in the back of
his throat.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Azrael. Black’s original form. White
was not included as a <i>Thronebearer</i>. No female could ever be
one. Lucifer snarled. STUPID! How had he not thought of this! The
Oversoul’s love of mortals should have clued him in. Murphy had
never truly taken up the mantle of a Thronebearer. Not even to
regenerate <i>White.</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>White/Gaia
had been siphoning power off of Eliza Murphy since she manifested
her demi powers. Not to
assist Azrael. That had been done by the brother. Dexter Murphy. Twin
Suns. One eclipsed in the other’s shadow. No.
Could it be that simple? One key to turn the other. Across
all cycles.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Static white noise surfaced. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The thought stayed with him. The Ouros
that regenerated souls. All of them. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One shared trait. Female.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dexter Murphy had jury rigged certain
aspects onto his sister due to what?! What would allow her <i>body</i>
to mimic Thronebearer sigils?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His mind howled. The answer came to him
as lightning.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Barren. She could not carry children! </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The perfect form to transport the Ouro
from Helios! </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He knew nothing more.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">∞</span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Memory crowded in.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>At war with the visions of terror
surrounding me. My eyes burned until I found myself on the ground
once more. My chest heaving. Hands lifted me up. Hidan’s wings
touched my face. “Focus on the orb.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The ocean. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>What I had dragged from Helios had not
just been souls.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The template.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The first Ouroborous of Renewal. Stolen
from the Oversoul by the Devourer. Hi’ulk. Titan and Son of
Mi’thia. First Son of the Renewal. She had many sons. Always set to
protect their mirrored sisters. Timat, the Silver <i>Titan</i>. Time
stilled. Darva, the Black Titan. The Cage. To seal them all in.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Male Ouro: Spear/Barrier/Guardian. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Female Ouro: Renewal/Life/Soul.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ouros sealed away the Ninth Circle. To
prepare. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> Dubbed Titans in later cycles to hide
their true purpose.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Equal yet opposite. Different layers.
Roles. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Not all Ouros guarded the boundaries of
universes. As I had been healing White? She in turn had been feeding
the powers of Mi’thia. First Ourobouros of Creation. The one that
had guarded the mortal domains of Heaven. To keep her sane within
Helios. She had sucked in all the innocent souls. Imprinting the soul
memory of what awaited everyone should we fail. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No wonder the Devourer was hungry. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We had hijacked his dwindling supply of
previous cycle souls. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hidan smiled kindly down at me. “Easy
now. Let the final pieces click into place.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Ouroborous of Eden (Syncing with Past
Cycles)</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Cycle Rebirth (Helios Corruption
Filtered)</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Soul River of Primary Protectors</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I floated along the current. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Age faded.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I glimpsed my former shell. The tribe
had buried my brother and I within the upper reaches of the plains.
We had done well. Many Void Walkers had fallen to our spears. Never
to trouble the children. They always desired those who had the spark.
Powers that the Devourer found robust. But its hunger was never
ending. Endless faces rose next to me. Each was me. I knew this
without asking. Because He had a purpose for me.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I would never bear children. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That was the secret. Even the false
Lightbearer wouldn’t understand until it was too late.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He desired that crown of bleached bone. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I lived. Died. Regenerated countless
times.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Always a woman. Always unable to bare
children.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Each life added to the whole. The Wall
that would remain unbroken.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No cycle had gone to waste. With our
help he was learning what would protect our Final Home. Not the
destruction of the Devil. That would never be purged. Just as God
could never be purged. But the influence and claws of that fiend
could be crippled. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I walked across the moons of Silandra.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The star fields of Greater Amu’grav.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Typha’s golden fields of Lower
Karkland.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>As a Commons tailor. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Reborn to an Ayeer 2<sup>nd</sup>
Branch.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A J’kua wanderer.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even as a Bardaxian. Always faithful.
Always watching.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Then I see her face. Nyx. That crimson
syringe. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Convergence. The Final Wall. Eden would
be the heart of that bulwark.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A cascade of red, white and blue.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> “The Wall Endures Against the
Devourer.” </span>
</p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 22: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_17.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 24: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_27.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-44420848312411091652023-04-17T12:10:00.007-07:002023-04-23T22:23:06.767-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 22<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 22: Event Horizon</span></b></h2><h2 class="western">
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This is Lt. Sidemore. Erhan Sector! We
need backup! Its…..--Last Line relayed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I’ve only seen the playful side of our
Leader. This place showcased the mettle underneath that happy go
lucky attitude. I am grateful.--Crossguard </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I will protect them as if they were my
own. --Iron Jaw</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>The Icath that had arrived on Mars
within the Eden Cycle weren’t the ruling pair. They had asked me to
assist in finding their parents. At least we have an idea of what
happened now. Chronos cannot breach the artifact but that’s not the
point. We need all the Ruling Pairs working in concert to repel the
Devourer.--Dexter Murphy: Private Logs.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Elysium</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">The Golden Path</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Febuary 15<sup>th</sup> 5490</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hidan flagged Titan down.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“A group of Weave Speakers are
entrapped within a Prism fragment.”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard asked, “Prism? What is
that?” He did his best to keep his eyes on the angelic figure.
Elysium was a world of wonders. Fadeaway pulled his dark blue cape
about himself. His solid black mask covered his whole head. The rest
of his uniform was black. Except for his boots. Those were midnight
blue. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hidan waved them forward. “Not here.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Golden Host Repository. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Living Stone tapestries lined the walls.
I still was getting used to the fact that they wouldn’t try to
demolish everything in sight. Iron Jaw floated beside me.
Crossguard’s open reverence for this place was sincere. My thoughts
lingered on my confrontation with Lucifer within Elysium. He hadn’t
even given the former Host building a passing glance. No, he wouldn’t
slip up here. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lensflair noted, “Is there a reason
why those crystal protrusions are reflecting between blue and
silver?”</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lensflair’s uniform was a light blue
goggle set. White chest and shoulder straps. White buckle with dark
blue pants and boots. A majority of demis usually went with 2 or 3
primary colors. A handful ended up being overly complex but I
suspected it was due to accessorizing. Adam Lazer was still as much
of an enigma as he had been back in the Eden Cycle days. Man or
Machine? None still knew. Many speculated that Void Maiden was his
mechanical twin. Iron Jaw floated over to politely sniff at the
crystals in question. Some were nearly as tall as I was. Others
controlled the upper rings of the Repository. I could still read
Thronebearer script. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Light can never fade. It grows
between each star.</i><i> </i></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway pulled his hood over his nose. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>To block out the light? </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>To hide his reactions perhaps. </span>
</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Isis’ voice echoed through the ruby
links curled about the outside of my ears.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>In case traditional coms went down.
<<Fadeaway has a condition. Sensitivity to certain kinds of
light sources. I had Impossible check out your whole team’s
physical profile. Including you of course. That way it will put
Lucifer on edge. We know all of them watch what Doctor Impossible
does.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My father interjected, <<After
this mission we are going to enter all your team mates into the 3<sup>rd</sup>
Tier. Per Silver Fox’s suggestions we will also stop messing with
your flight ability. We want to start dropping hints about you as
well.>></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thank goodness. My brother was always
more adept at this sort of work.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A black 12 pointed star blinked in the
corner of my HUD.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I tapped on it with a simple flick of my
eyes.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Spearwielder’s stoic visage
blinked to life.</span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Counterpart to Silver Fox. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His eyes were a clear gray. Blue and
silver markings covered his cheeks.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Once you are admitted into the
inner circle of the Protectorate? All gloves come off. Chronos has
already consumed the personnel he desired. Think of it as an inverse
of how the Oversoul developed the Sleeve system. Were we are many?
Chronos is one of many minds. Bodies and stolen souls.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Why would the Devourer wish to
study a soul? Doesn't it just consume anything and everything?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Wielder’s features hardened, <<It
does but the souls entrapped within it still endure. The Ninth Circle
offensive will let us free them. We cut that thing off from its main
meal? We can break it apart.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Into how many sections?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Nine.>></span></p>
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<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Ninth Circle would be at its heart. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<So it will what? Fight itself?>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<Partially.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His clipped response worried me. What
that the role of my Brother’s Sleeves? Or mine? Would the Living
Stone Warden Legions be forever forfeit to combat that evil for
eternity? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We had to do more than that. But how? I
had known once. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We all stepped onto the lift. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox entered from a side corridor.
Fadeaway’s lips twitched into a fraction of a frown.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She paid him no mind. “Ill open the
gateway. Rule 1 on Prisms? Don’t trust what you see. They are
fragments of past cycles.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lensflair crossed his arms, “Past
cycles? Don’t you mean other universes?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed stared up at Silver Fox
with wide eyes. His jaw slack.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I greeted her as I would any other
person. She was decked out in basic Warder gear. The golden helm hid
her features. Lucifer did have knowledge. But not all systems within
this Final Cycle worked just as he remembered. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer listened to his enemies drone on
about the foundations of the Converged Multiverse. He made sure to
give the St. Bernard a generous pat along its back. Even in this life
they were a nuisance. He didn’t let any of his actual feelings
manifest on his face. He had to get into the inner workings of the
Protectorate. The Living Stone guardian before him was proof positive
that the Oversoul was going to enact the Grand Design. There was no
way to destroy Evil.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Or Good for that matter.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No, he’d have to ride herd on both. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Shield Maiden was one key to that
equation. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her counterpart was the other. The Spear
and Shield. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They had flaunted their powers even
within the lowest layers of Heaven.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It would not happen again. No mortal
would control the flow of Good and Evil. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He would use all of them to get Chronos
off the field. </span>
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox paused in her chant. Holding
the note beyond the hearing of mortal men.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Beyond the portal? 25 simulated
lifesigns pulsed. Each wrapped in a prison of the mind. After this
mission Eliza’s reborn identity would fade. Those who could feel
the former Threads of the Eden Age would know. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Just as the Oversoul wished it. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They had always been designated the
Fireworks. Distract the enemy. Be the target.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Wall Endured.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>While the Spear wielders within the
mirror were tasked with shaping the weapon.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>But she was not the Key to be won.
Neither was her brother.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>From the start she had placed her trust
in the Oversoul. There was no room for doubts.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The tapestry was nearly completed. The
portal swirled wider. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Get ready!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She chanted the <i>locator</i> spell
onto each of the demis. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Golden strings pulsed around their
wrists. “There is more than enough to tie to each trapped person.
When you have them all?” She traced the symbol in the air.
Lensflair looked to Titan.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I stepped through first. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Waves crashed upon the sandy shores. The
sky turned green as the portal shrunk to the size of my fist. I
floated skyward. At 12 feet my chest tightened. Energy prickled along
my skin. Barrier warning. Crossguard and Iron Jaw took point.
Lensflair on the left. Fadeaway to the right. I made sure our
Speedster was in the middle. I took the rear. I caught the sounds of
animals coming from the jungle’s edge. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I reached over to scoop up some ocean
water. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bits of diamond formed in my cupped
palm.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It formed into White Scrawl. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I popped open a belt compartment.
Removed the leather pouch my father gave me. I unhooked the outer
bindings. The ocean around us rippled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I hurried to catch up with my team. It
took only 5 heartbeats.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The jungle expanse around us swayed as
gusts of wind tore through the foliage.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Proctor Gansys glanced up as the nanite
array came online. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It recorded every biological shift
within Eliza’s team. Emotional spikes. The works. Doctor Impossible
gave a thumbs up. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“The board is green. Thanks to the
White Scrawl sigil addition these readings should get some emotional
feedback as well!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>If anyone asked it was a testing phase
to admit more Orbitals into the 3<sup>rd</sup> Tier. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Including those with past memory. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hidan entered. The operating screen
cleared. Eliza and the others were floating within a sphere of
energy. Golden threads pulsed as Murphy activated the command prompts
within the simulation. It was equal parts magic and tech. Hidan
inquired, “Any idea who is the Reborn is?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The code for Lucifer.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc replied, “Eliza doesn't believe it
could be Crossguard. Iron Jaw is immune. For Bardaxians are favored.
My money is on Fadeaway. But it could easily be Ludicrous or
Lensflair.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Gansys intensified the connection. The
threads wouldn't be able to penetrate their minds. That would tip off
Lucifer. They already had a baseline for Eliza’s emotional profile
but this could also illuminate other unexplored avenues within her
emotional state. Even she wasn’t told this would be a simulated
mission. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doctor Impossible highlighted the first
set of pitfalls.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Each subject would be put into peril. To
be rescued by the others.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Why not go after <i>Titan</i> first?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gansys highlighted the emotional spikes
in each demi.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Experience. Think about it. The
Reborn already have a fallback.” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain nodded. Of course! This was about
narrowing the window.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer crouched. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He knew that Living Stone pawn had
command of Thronebearer sigils.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul had been wise to
reconfigure the whole system.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He could still glean impressions. The
only way to gain full understanding would be to shed this meatsuit
hiding him from Chronos. It was a warding sigil. This was a testing
platform. He considered the reason why. The Protectorate. Over the
past year they had intensified their training. There were rumors on
INET about the Dream Plague. One that afflicted the Weave Speakers. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was a sign that the Devourer was
closing in. They would finally let Orbitals into the bigger picture.
He would not rise to the bait. To be so close to success would make
others sloppy. Striker and X’mil would be the most likely
candidates to bring the wrath of the Righteous down on everyone.
Ethereal Titan called out, “Incoming!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer inhaled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He would have to make mistakes. Ones
expected of his avatar. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I summoned magical barriers that
deflected the first salvo.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Leaves flew from branches. A few slipped
past my defenses.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Iron Jaw yelped as one of the leaves
sliced through his shoulder. Didn’t have Doc for healing. But dad
had supplied me with a few healing wards. I commanded Ludicrous to
run. A counter surge of air rippled around us. Fadeaway swayed as he
beat the leaves back with his telekinetic surges. With my enhanced
vision I could make out the V-shaped wedges.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard was kneeling. A divine aura
grew around him. It spread to cover Iron Jaw. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I crossed my bracers before me. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Repeating the chants that Isis had
taught me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Every piece of my demi uniform had been
enchanted with a few basic spells. To help sell the “channeler”
aspect. In my case the chanting was just for show. I parroted the
motions for releasing fire sigils.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The next three salvos burned to ash. It
gave us just enough time to regroup.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway paced, “How are we supposed
to get to these people when everything here can quite literally kill
us?!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous knelt to inspect the St.
Bernard. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What’s up with your magic?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The question came out harsher than what
was called for.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The massive K-9 licked my cheek as I
applied the healing ward.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His ears were pressed against his head,
<<My connection is sporadic at best.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous wouldn’t meet my eyes. Then
he pointed at me accusingly, “Her powers work!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway stepped between us, “To an
extent. But not to their usual levels. Nothing in this place is
normal my boy!” I patted Iron Jaw on his head. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Go back to the portal.” I tied a
knot of golden threads together. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Iron Jaw nuzzled my thigh. His dejection
evident. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You’ll be our anchor line!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He perked up at that. He danced in place
as I finished. I tied the last thread to my belt.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span><<By the will of Bardax I will not
fail you!>> He bounded off towards the beach line. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">∞</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer turned to Crossguard. “Can you
craft a guide post?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The knight demi beamed, “Indeed!” He
scooped up some ashes.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He traced the symbol of the Three into
the ground.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It glowed silver. He pressed one of his
golden threads to it.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">∞</span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The heartbeats of the 25 Weave Speakers
remained constant. A magical coma? I couldn’t pinpoint their
position. Would burning the whole forest down work? While keeping my
hood up I lowered my demi dynamo mask for a split second. I examined
everything with my Banner abilities. Dark matter sight breached past
the wards. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>An image of Lorain formed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She signaled for silence. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I focused on her lips. She mouthed out
the words.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <i><span> </span>Keep going. Go full Banner mode if
need be. </i></span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> </i><span> </span>I
flicked my dynamo mask back into place.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The
Finger Trap.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I
prayed it wasn’t Crossguard. The heartbeats were real though. There
were Weave Speakers out there that needed us. Or rather as a test for
us. I rubbed my chin. Burning the jungle down wouldn't get us what we
needed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I
motioned to Fadeaway, “Can you uproot a live specimen?” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The
demi man grinned. He snapped his fingers and a hulking twisted trunk
lifted high into the sky. Crossguard unsheathed his sword. Elongated
forms dropped from the exposed roots. Their serpentine bodies a pale
tan coloration. Their maws opened. A monstrous X filled with razor
sharp teeth.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous
exclaimed, “What kind of freak show is that?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>In a
gust of wind he was behind me. “Care to fire some magic missiles?
BBQ and all that!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gansys compared notes, “Mr. Speed has
a deep seated phobia.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain responded, “I don’t blame
him.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A soft chime reverberated through the
chamber.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hidan highlighted the coils about young
man.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“His normal heart rate is usually 3
times the standard. Right now he’s over 12 times.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A genuine fear response. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gransys nodded, “Run Beta program.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza’s heart rate slowed. They heard
her say, “Stay along the outskirts of the Jungle. I think this
place is reacting to our innermost fears.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doctor Impossible leaned back. Her
expression thoughtful.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What would Lucifer fear the most?”</span></p></h2><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 21: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_15.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 23: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_23.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-84600454387179861752023-04-15T20:08:00.006-07:002023-04-18T19:06:14.830-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 21<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western"></h2><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 21: Snakes Entwined</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>I only need Lucifer to turn the
key. Thoth and the Dreamweaver already served their purpose. This is
the last domain the Oversoul has to grow new souls.--Chronos </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>I may be mortal but I still have
the tools needed. I beheld the tapestry as we fused. I have no need
of the Tears. Both good and evil desire dominance. I shall give them
all oblivion. The very weapons the Nothing forged to make me and the
weaver into a puppet have fused to this new body. I will be the
Thronebreaker. Not only to Heaven but to the entropic Hell that
Chronos desires. Everyone’s crown shall turn to dust. Good, Evil,
Innocent, Depraved. It matters not.--Thoth Dreamspeaker </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Our Legacy is Charon. Even as he
denies us. --Ta’rammon (Outer Ninth Circle Deathwalker)</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>Upon reflection I should have
narrowed it down quickly but each of our enemies? Even under the sway
of the Nothing, Chronos’ trump card was nearly sublime in its
deviousness. It had all started with Pyra.--Sleeping In Starlight:
Post Convergence Files (Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Northern District (Historical Sector)</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February</b><b> </b><b>14</b><sup><b>th</b></sup><b>
54</b><b>90 A.C</b> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth pricked his index finger.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He pressed it against the bark of the
tree. It would be just enough to confuse all of them.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>All of his enemies. That included the
one who made the Dreamweaver. They had all danced to the tune of
Chronos the whole time. He was the direct avatar of the Nothing.
Thoth secured his long coat. The air was still crisp. The fight with
the twins had taught him the valuable connections. The former weapons
of “Unity” vibrated against his chest. The sheaths were made from
the ether within that dead zone. Ironic that the last bit of the Eden
cycle hid them. He was tired of being a puppet to Evil. A thread for
Good to beat upon. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The True Convergence revealed so much.
Not only about the Nothing but that pathetic thing they called God.
The Oversoul. If either side won? There would be no recourse for any
mortal soul. They would either suffer endless torment of the body or
of the mind. Thoth meant to change that.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Choice was beyond God.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Or the Devil.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="letter-spacing: normal;"><span style="font-style: normal;">∞</span></span></span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Dreamweaver whirled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His kick went high as Dexter Murphy slid
to the side. His twin knives howled. They crackled with dark
energies. Entropy sucked from the center of the Nothing. This was
true power. The Oversoul’s pet avatars meant nothing. The tiny
mortal howled.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth shouted, “He means to eat us
all! There will be no Throne! Only his…..!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Abbadon and the others had been the
sacrifice. What did Chronos know of the Infinite Abyss? Nothing.
Absolutely nothing. He slashed at Eliza Murphy. Even though both were
beyond ancient, even by Eden cycle standards, they moved with that
catlike demi grace. “Your God shall die. Consumed by the Void!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth focused inward as the elder entity
abused his mortal shell. Enhancing it beyond its thresholds. Each
knife glowed milky white within a red vortex. He touched the minds
that dwelled there. It wasn't just one mind. It was him. Across every
multiverse known to every previous cycle.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Cain whispered, “Now you see it. The
swirl of Good vs Evil. The Devourer thinks it can break this hold. It
was why it attempted to cannibalize the Oversoul in the first place.
What you call angel and demon is the first of many fights between
these two.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That was why the Dreamweaver had wanted
his current form. Not quite of Eden make but close enough to contain
a fraction of the Nothing’s power. Much like the Murphy Twins.
Hunin spat Black Scrawl at Dawnbreaker. While Vixrex sent Eliza
Murphy sprawling against the outer edges of the Void. White fire
danced around the fragile shell.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Ark of the Covenant. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This was the Convergence promised by the
Oversoul.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dreamweaver’s arms were pinned to his
sides. Dexter shouted, “NOW!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth forced Dreamweaver to suck the
knives into his body. The Typherian cut his own spine open. Time
slowed as Eliza Murphy reached for his arm. The one containing the
Tear. Chronos would never see this coming. Thoth pushed against the
muscle and bone. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Go on. Take it.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Rebuild your worlds.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He spat through bloodied lips, “My
gift to you. We cannot stop either of them my dear Niece and Nephew.
You will always be bound by blood. No matter the form.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth stared at the main HQ of the
Protectorate. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It wasn't to the opulence of Union
Island but it reeked of sanctimonious crusader action. He pressed a
cigarette to his mouth. Inhaling the smoke. All those who had
consumed Chronos’ flesh to skip out on the reset would find
themselves compromised. Not only their souls but their actions. They
were all a hive mind. Even if ones such as X’mil had no idea. Oh
yes. He had seen it. Pyra hadn’t been herself. Not since her
recruitment all those years ago. The death that changed the course of
everything. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Civilian Compound</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Union Island</b></span></p>
<p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Eden Cycle</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Pyra circled the building. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her smoke form clung to the brickwork.
Until she sensed it.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A way in.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She floated through the vent. Her nose
locked onto the hickory smell. Her altered form combined with the
errant wisps within the room. Two men stared at the object. A pyramid
about the size of a fist. The object she had been hired to collect.
It was made of marble and crystal. Two black panthers were entwined
on the bottom layer. The shorter man, balding at the top, leaned in. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“They found it in a dig. Under the old
ruins of the Golden City! Within Ta’mathon’s burial chamber!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The being with coal black orbs bored
into her mind.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Leave no witnesses.</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>An additional 1 billion flooded her
account.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The bald man had a pack of smokes in his
pocket. She concentrated.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A mote of her smoke form drenched the
cigarettes. The other? She floated closer. Allowed them both to
breath in the particles she was emitting. It would only last for an
hour. But that was all she needed. Medical records would indicate
lung failure in both of them. But she would have to do more than
that. Especially to the one who discovered the Pyramid. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She had bathed in a nice paralyzing
agent before coming here. Her skin had absorbed it. The smoke was the
perfect way to deliver it. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doctor Mitchell lit another cigarette. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They tasted better than he recalled. A
new formula perhaps. He’d have to congratulate the tech wizards.
Barns had taken the control unit for the artifact to the lower
levels. It had been floating in deep space. Agents had shown up to
carry it to Union Island. It had cosmic properties unheard of. An
element not covered within their universe. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It wasn’t surprising. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This universe alone was vast. Who could
tell what else hid out there in the black. A few MiBs provided him
escort. Their bland faces focused on any external threat. Not one of
them spoke. You’d figure even FBI would make small talk. Even about
the weather. The elevator doors opened. His escort filed out. A
blonde man with blue eyes reached out to shake his hand.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Director Micheal Brookes. The name badge
was immaculate. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A spasm seized his chest. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Brookes noted calmly, “Grab a kit!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mitchell convulsed. Brookes took the
pyramid. No.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His hands were covered. Different
shades. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mitchell gasped as two other agents
lowered him to the ground. His body was numb.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Another blank faced man held out a brief
case. Brookes rested the object inside. Burnt flesh filled the room.
The Director smiled as a smokey form appeared beside him. It dropped
the control unit into the case. He opened his mouth. It was too wide.
The feminine shape attempted to flee. His jaws clicked as he
swallowed the demi woman whole.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His throat convulsed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His eyes were pure obsidian. Brookes
leaned down.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“They will find both of you.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Brookes placed the gloves onto
Mitchell. The human couldn’t scream. He watched helplessly as the
gloves seeped into his hands. His mind froze. They weren’t gloves.
Brookes turned each palm over. “It is enough. They will assume so
much.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Arcane Order.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Who would then tell the Hidden Order.
Each side working for the Oversoul. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos removed bits of Black Scrawl
from his pocket. It was a special containment suit. He carried
everything he needed. These people didn’t even comprehend beyond
the basic 3<sup>rd</sup> or 4<sup>th</sup> dimension. Only a handful
could transcend to the 5<sup>th</sup> dimension or beyond. Why had
the Oversoul limited these creatures? </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Their flesh was so useful! </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He had skinned five devout dark shamans
in order to capture that artifact. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One day he would <i>breach</i> Area 51.
Just to throw them off the scent. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Litari pranced about in their fallen
forms. Not knowing the truth.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Typha’s gifts were cursed by <i>Set</i>.
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Everyone danced for the Devourer of All.
Though they knew it not.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He dropped pure Black Scrawl onto the
human’s forehead. It would leave the impression within the Weave he
desired. The human’s fingers twisted. Its flesh riddled with false
markers. Thoth and the others would be such wondrous instruments. He
rose. He commanded his drones to wait. One of the demis would be
arriving soon. They would dissipate into the crimson mists. Empty
Sleeves without any sparks.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He waited until the vibrations from his
body settled. His form shifted. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He rose through the air. Aiming for the
closest vent. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He prized his collection above all.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth’s skin hummed as the transporter
beam faded.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Union Hall rose to the sky above.
Multiple floating islands. But what he wanted was on the ground
level. He entered the public archives. “Artifacts of Note!” Three
sub categories rose above in holographic lettering.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He pressed his thumb to the middle
selection.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Triangle Mysteries and Sigils.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Three men flanked him on each side.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One asked, “What’s wrong Mr.
President?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He had to survive what was coming. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Get Mystic in here. I’ve had
another vision.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The twin knives hid his true nature. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>To everyone he appeared to be a Weave
Speaker.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>As long as he never spilled blood within
this world? They would hide the blight upon his soul. His cover was
far more deadly than Lucifer could ever imagine. Even Chronos
believed him dead. Alongside all the other castoffs from the previous
cycle. He played the part. Biding his time. He had never raised one
finger to help the Ninth Array cultists. He had actively used his
abilties to find more of them to purge. Enemy of an enemy as the
saying went. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>These knives would be for when Chronos
re-entered the game in his true form.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>By skinning that one? He would deny
Lucifer. He would inherit the Multiverse. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bring the Oversoul to its knees. He
hummed in the back of his throat.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Another useful trick he learned from the
Dreamweaver. For every thread was made to be unbroken. He waved as
Mystic and Void Maiden arrived. He dared not peer into the Soul Layer
threads to discover their true identities. The absolute trust this
world had still astounded him. A double edged sword. He would use it
to ride them all into the Abyss. He would use that skill to divine
Chonos’ location when the time came. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer and the other escapees appeared
on his senses as bright red blemishes. In passive mode that was all
he needed. They were all on Earth. Playing their little games.
Chronos had the Icath Ruling Pair of the Soul Layer trapped. They
were in stasis within the pyramid. The object that Dexter Murphy and
his old comrade Black had tried so hard to find. Even throughout the
Eden Cycle. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mystic traced protective sigils about
the area. A bubble formed around them.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What can I do for you Mr. President?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thoth replied, “I dreamed of Twin
Panthers. They were climbing a pyramid. Of crystal and marble….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mystic froze. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas Murphy linked his son into the
proceedings.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What else sir?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The President of the Terran Cosmic
Council bowed his head, “They are slumbering. Caught in the web of
a terrible evil!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His face was open. Earnest even. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>For the billionth time Murphy examined
him with the blessed cross his father had given him. Nothing. He
hated doing this. Archibald Hammond had never given any indication of
being false. Even Anna had a glowing review of the man. He was
pushing 800 years old. First Generation Prolong within this cycle.
His black hair streaked with white at the temples. Most humans hit
1200. Demis could live twice as long provided they didnt die from
direct combat.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His hazel eyes warmed.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“If I dream of anything else Ill page
you first!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dream. He sent a message to Anna.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Had the Dreamweaver ever pushed past the
defenses of a Weave Speaker? As the owls of old had done with his
daughter. This go around his triplets were wise beyond their years.
Often diving into the Weave to reinforce each aspect they commanded.
Eliza had probably known. As the Silver Fox.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She had seen where they’d all end up.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Anna’s response chilled him to the
bone.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>///Who do you think sent those visions
of Eliza and Dexter destroying everyone and everything? If even one
speck of the Dreamweaver survived the Reboot? We are in for a
ride.///</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He motioned to his wife, “Let’s go.
We have to check the Octagon.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was a code word. J’ino didn’t
flinch. She just nodded. Her helmet hid every type of response. As
they beamed away from Union Hall he formed the archaic symbols in the
air. The energy dissipated in mid transit. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They landed softly on the one exposed
scale of Hi’ulk. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Hello old friend.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The former Titan rumbled, “They are
all on Earth?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Murphy placed one palm on the serpent’s
scale.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Ahhh! Yes. We must free that pair
first.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’anu’s holographic form rose from
the scale. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She sneered, “Oh yes. Have to save
your poor kitties.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Void Maiden replied coldly, “How’s
your father?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’anu Urraden froze. Her attitude
shifted. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Fine. What do you want to know?”</span></p><br /><div><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 20: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_13.html">Here</a></span></div><div><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 22: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_17.html">Here</a></span></div>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-39556313762574391622023-04-13T10:49:00.006-07:002023-04-18T19:03:51.995-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 20<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 20: Messages of Dust</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My Sleeve Wardens are the ace in
the hole. Hardly anyone knows about them. Silver Fox knows just
enough to help facilitate certain matters. Thoth has eaten the
Dreamweaver. Not the other way around. Its another reason we were
separated from our cycle memories. Now to just close the final
trap.--Dexter Murphy</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> Each pair will push the Ninth
Circle into the main mass of the Nothing. From there? It will be up
to us to break it apart into entropic realms. Those souls foolhardy
enough to try to breach such places? Will find themselves without a
rudder.--Black Spear, Sleeve Pair to Silver Fox</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//Ninth Circle array online.
Registering Living Stone Wardens. All pieces report to outer
ring.//--Historical Records: Post Convergence</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>My temporary ID wouldn’t last long.
In the grand scheme of things. My parents and the Lanis’ knew to
keep us apart. Otherwise it would have been quite obvious. Even to
those who were blind. Figuring out who Lucifer was ended up consuming
a fair amount of any free time I pretended to have.--Sleeping In
Starlight: Post Convergence Files (Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Downtown (Historical Sector)</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury, Texas</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February</b><b> </b><b>14</b><sup><b>th</b></sup><b>
54</b><b>90 A.C</b> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary peered up into the sky. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>No red, white or blue monstrosities.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her father had relinquished his hold
over her body. That worried her. He usually dangled freedom like an
expert angler. Pyra tensed as the ground vibrated. The Ethereal Titan
landed with a <i>graceful</i> thump. Hilary snorted. That one was a
flight hazard. Considered a Tier 3 demi but you’d never know it by
those skills. The assassin gripped Hilary’s hand and walked past
the HeroNet building. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary couldn't resist, “You have a
license for that cape? Hate to see how you drive!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Pyra noted lightly, “Not all use
flight as their main power.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Hilary snorted. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A tendril of fear ran up her spine as
she studied the assassin. It had been a busy few years setting up
everything to breach the Ninth Circle. Odd how they never seemed to
ask why Pyra was here. Sure she was a decent pilot. But she never
talked about any of her prior missions. Not even that notorious
incident from the Eden Cycle. Thoughts scattered. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The impression remained. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She followed Pyra. Sullen and silent.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My father cheered me up, <<We all
decided to grow the barely there Flight setup. Since otherwise you’d
be a natural. Family Bonding! It was Blue Blaze controlling your
boots this time around.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>At least I could properly float about
while on my ship. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc greeted me in the foyer for the
Protectorate HeroNet hub. The Mighty Mallet and the rest of his team
providing a bit of protection. Mallet clapped me on the back, “You’ll
get the hang of it!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I smiled.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>At least it was a distraction. Otherwise
I’d be going up the walls wanting to reconnect with all my old
teammates. For now we all had to play the keep away game. My bonds to
friends and family were too strong. I brought up the files on my
current team. We were known as the Starlight Seekers. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard. He had a zest for life. At
least from what I could tell of his actions and mannerisms. I hoped
he wasn’t Lucifer. I didn’t think it would be possible for the
old tyrant to keep up a happy go lucky exterior for too long. He’d
probably go with a plan he could stomach. A way to mock everyone
while hiding his true nature. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed? It could be possible.
Previous cycle memories didn’t start leaking through until the age
of majority. For some like Typherians that meant 24. Humans? 18.
Bardaxians? 3. Prolong delayed that turn over in some case. Silver
Fox told me every soul had been given a choice just as the Ark of the
Covenant had fired off to remold this final cycle. Choice was
important to the Highest and the Oversoul. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>But Lucifer and the others had used
their connections to the Nothing to bypass that first net. My father
suspected Chronos’ old body as one of the primary means. Not a
pleasant thought under any circumstances.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lensflair could bend light. He could
transport himself through any machine that used any array of UV or
any light source along the spectrum. He had saved countless lives
from the Ninth Array cults. In order to tap into the Black Scrawl or
any tool the Nothing desired? One had to offer the blood and soul of
the living. It was why the cultist that sprang up were dangerous
enough. They could help those with greater knowledge get past the
lockdown barriers of the Ninth Circle. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Iron Jaw was a massive St. Bernard.
Trained by Camelot itself. There was no way a demi dog would ever be
in the service of evil. That was a new development. While many
Defender belts took up the cause via Bardax? Earth’s dogs developed
powers all their own. Much like Mankind was the only place you could
find demis. That left Fadeaway. The man of many faces. He wasn’t
quite a changling but he could mimic other people’s bio-signatures.
Having telekenetics didn’t hurt either.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He would often peruse all sorts of INET
or HeroNet reports. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Conspiracies. Such as they were. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This new universe loved mysteries. Most
weren't filled with malice.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>To this day he still cross examined
Yak’s initial appearance. The world wasn't ready for that mystery
just yet. Yak’s people had direct ties to the Eden Cycle. Fox said
once the balloon went up we needed to tag all the escapees. Getting
my walking orders from my former future past life self.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I was akin to an Ourobourous myself.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak-tish was our <i>Markav Soul Warden
</i>support. No
way in any universe could he have been skinned by Lucifer. My first
foray into his lands ensured that. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Crossguard called out, “We have a
mission. There’s been a rash of disappearences.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He moved aside as Uncle Paxton shook my
hand. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He wasn’t New Asbury’s lead
detective anymore. He was the chief of police. A useful addition to
his demi work. Arclight. A being of divine energy. I was glad I had a
cowl with this uniform. I let go of his hand. He was a Living Stone
warden. I wasnt able to say it. How many of my friends would be on
that final line when the final blow came? </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox cut in, <<We know the
price. I will pay it gladly. Alongside all the others. But I must
confess? I wanted to make sure a part of myself got to have that
evergreen outcome. Such as it is.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer observed the rest of his team. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>What kept messing with the Ethereal
Titan’s ability to fly. By all metrics she shouldn't be that
clumsy. Unless that’s what she wanted people to think. Crossguard
placed one hand across his hilt as he talked with Titan. Yes. The
missing people. It wasn’t Nyx. She was behaving. Another patriotic
fool. But the walls were falling. Doctor Impossible was finally
admitted into the 3<sup>rd</sup> circle of the Protectorate. He
suspected each layer was for those from the Eden Cycle.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Forever searching for the Star Spangled
Banner and Dawnbreaker. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They downplayed the latter on purpose. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He’d give them just enough rope. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The true power rested with Dexter
Murphy. They had both hidden. They wanted him to buy the idea that
Titan was Eliza Murphy. It was why they hobbled that one. It might
even be true. But she was never the primary target. It had always
been Dexter that the Oversoul had been protecting. He would shake up
the old order.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Impossible must have recalled her Eden
memories by now. He logged into his ghost accounts. Time to spread
more seeds.</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I leaned over as Fadeaway blinked
furiously. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What is it this time?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We were on the main grav train heading
towards the northern districts.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He muttered, “All eyes have walls. Sin
builds upon sin. The Black Scrawl beckons us all. We shall devour the
flesh of the Immortals. You will never find me. Unless I wish it.
Chronos is devoured. He seeps in as fires dim.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Iron Jaw growled. His normally bright
brown eyes mere slits.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard paled. Then crossed himself.
A benediction on his lips. No way he could be Lucifer’s
reincarnation. The Morning Star would never evoke the Highest or the
Oversoul in any capacity. He was too prideful for that. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer was openly mocking everyone. Not
just me. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed asked, “What does that
mean? The old stories say Chronos was a titan that devoured other
titans. He was supposed to be the cannibal. What would be gained by
devouring that flesh?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was a normal enough inquiry. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paxton replied, “It may have to do
with these disappearances. The cultists have been leaving bits of
speech behind they claim is of Black Scrawl origin.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway continued, “….old wounds
flow into this Paradise. The Snake writhes upon the tree. The Flesh
is faulty. To be consumed by the Ninth. Tell me Standard Bearer? What
do you love above all else? These pale imitations of life? Your
brother has always been the Key.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway shared the message board link.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>We are All Mirrors within the Cycles</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ishtar 238: The Knife wasn't enough.
Already the Devourer moves. The Last Light shall fall. Who shall be
the fountainhead of the final cycle? He has no more pawns in play. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>MAXom2545: This is full on Ninth Array.
Get the Protectorate on this. ASAP.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lightbright255511: Flesh upon bone.
Grounded into the blood of the first. There are those who pray the
Standard remains dormant but I know the Golden Path. It will demand
blood, life and soul. Why do you think its the most heavily guarded
apex within the blessed land?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Irecall0093: I’ll leave my calling
card. I will kill you. Sweet dreams little flower of Typha. Through
you our bloodlines were mixed. Befouled by human touch. I could have
shone you such pleasures.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>X’mil. Shocked that Hilary hadn’t
joined in. Maybe they didn’t want her to know. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One final entry made my heart freeze.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>EntangledDreams11325: I know the taste
of your Tears. You saved the Amache. You even saved the J’kua. You
cannot save yourself. The cycle of life and death shall cease. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I focused my thoughts. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was possible Lucifer was pretending
to be others as well. He had been in the council of Unity alongside
many of the Nothing’s proxy forms. Abbadon. He did know enough to
lead us all on. I motioned to Paxton, “Care to give me the quicker
version of this Ninth Array business?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I had to play my part. Be the fresh faced
beat cop. As he would have put it.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Paxton linked our HUDs together.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>X’mil slammed his fists against the
wall. “The Favored Son has just upped the timetable!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He plastered the saved images from the
closed off message board. Snake Charmer leaned against the wall.
“He’s baiting everyone. Well nearly everyone.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary propped her feet up on the table.
Rocking her chair back and forth.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Not just Lucifer.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Pyra crossed her arms. “All of us. For
whatever reason he thinks he has the key to controlling this Entropy
entity. Isn’t it supposed to be the mirror to the Other?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The tiny room had been warded. A mix
tech, magic and slivers of the dark mirror network saved from
Pandora’s realm. Snake Charmer took out a deck of cards. Lit a
cigar. Using the movements to let the smoke waft over to Pyra. She
didn’t react. Not at first. Eventually her skin soaked in the
excess. Snake Charmer wouldn't bet against Chronos.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He kept feeding Pyra.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One must make concessions. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos watched his daughter browse the
various INet forums. Everything was going according to plan. There
was nothing left but to wait. Lucifer was a being easy to exploit.
All it had taken was to feed that seed of pride. Heaven had been
breached due to his hubris. He had always wanted to be both. A
creator and devourer. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>All that was left was the Void.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Chronos tilted his head back. X’mil
said, “What is in that cigar?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Sleeve of the Devourer grinned with
both mouths, “Insurance.”</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 19: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_8.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 21: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_15.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-63906503442188939052023-04-08T19:45:00.004-07:002023-04-14T22:51:06.584-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 19<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 19: Fused at the Hip</span></b></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> My sister and I lived out many
lifetimes. At each point the Ur-Stone traveled through the cycles to
replenish its Sleeve templates. Unlike the Nothing? The Oversoul
would ask us each time. We would give a part of ourselves to that
those Sleeves could continue the mission. It was why our Sleeve
copies could be reconstituted to our main bodies within this Final
Cycle. Unlike Chronos.--Dexter Murphy</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> My “daughter” does not see
the truth. The Oversoul means to use this Ninth Circle as a bullet
fired from a gun. Into the very essence of the Nothing. They have no
idea. These little lights? I will devour them all. Lucifer wishes to
know my will? I shall give it to him. We all have our roles to play.
Who’s strings shall I allow to exist?--Chronos </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> I always wondered why I lived out
countless cycles without Lethe being reborn. It was the only way to
hide the Tears she had stolen from the Nothing that day.--Private Log</i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Inner Eye</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Oversoul’s Domain</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>White Scrawl Retrieval </b></span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lethe cradled her arm as the Tear
burned.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The demi twins where nowhere to be
found.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>White Scrawl poured from her mouth. It
coiled tightly about her arm. Black tears fell from her forearm as
the poison was slowly drawn out. A set of stones formed. High above
her a silver waterfall flowed. Her breath frosted the air as she
climbed. She cradled her arm to her side. Heaven sealed itself off.
Its great marbled bridges dissipated. The mortal realm was torn
asunder. A red wave rose. The middle rings clamored. Thronebears
sealed what remained. Not one drop of the Devourer breached the
highest abode. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Nothing.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It had managed to plant its claws into
the mortal realm. Forever sundering all planes of reality. A bench
formed from the stairs. She sat heavily. A man with a white robe
approached. She couldn’t see his face clearly. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“The Ouros will bring forth souls
countless times. It hates, it yearns, its base desires will tempt
Mortalkind.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lethe asked, “What happened to the
Twins?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The man replied, “Reborn. Into the
first cycle dominated by mortals. This place will be sealed off until
the Convergence can reform the balance.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lethe winced as the Tear vibrated. It
howled its defiance. It was a piece of the Nothing.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The man pressed one palm to her half
healed arm. The pain dissipated for a while.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“It has the Ruler’s Tear.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The man’s features cleared. He had a
neatly trimmed beard.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He responded gently, “Yes. The
Oversoul escaped the Nothing. Defied the entropy and seeded mortal
kind within the first layer.” He indicated the view around them.
Lethe whispered, “We couldn’t say within this garden.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Highest replied, “Not in your
mortal form. The soul however? That will be blessed and sent out onto
the next cycle. But we have a different request of you.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He ran his fingers over the wound. It
sealed.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“The Spear and Shield were meant to
cleanse this Tear.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He fell silent as the realization made
Lethe shiver.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I groaned. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My hands tightened about a simple stone
spear.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The grass and flowers shifted. My sister
rolled to her hands and knees. Her form had changed. Adorned in gray
furs. Bits of leather. I focused. A spark of flame danced on the edge
of my spear. My sister rose stiffly. Rocks formed about her arms. She
concentrated. Her weathered face broke into a grin.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Twin stone shields floated a
hairsbreadth from her skin.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We must protect. I know that much.
The Nothing? We must prepare.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Find his Tear.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Gray shapes closed in around us. Their
obsidian eyes devoid of life.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Black Scrawl pulsated under their skin.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><span> </span>I raised my spear. Their emaciated forms
multiplied. My sister moved in. Back to back we faced down the
entities formed by the Nothing. Even the reborn Thronebearers of
Elysium were not ready for this. My muscles burned as I hurled my
spear into the head of another drone. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;"><span> </span>U</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: x-large;">nlike our Sleeve forms these dissipated
upon death.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I turned to my sister, “We must find
the tribe. Teach them!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She knelt. Her fingers curled about her
temples. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I cannot remember the signs.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A trickle of blood ran from her nose.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The mark. She had saved Lethe. But at
what cost?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Jupiter Rising</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>In route to Earth</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February</b><b> </b><b>9</b><sup><b>th</b></sup><b>
54</b><b>90 A.C</b> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Catherine Bel snarled, “It was always
him. It.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos. I had often wondered who would
end up being the primary avatar for the Devourer. It had so many
names. The Lord of Many Eyes. The Twisted Spire. Devil. Fiend. Every
religion had its call sign. No matter the name. It consumed
everything. Body and soul if one allowed it. Dexter leaned back into
the webbing of the weapon’s station. His eyes locked onto me. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Have all your remaining Sleeve
archives linked up?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Yes. They are ready for Living Stone
reliquaries.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dexter called out to Jupiter, “Alter
course to Typha. We have a stoneworks to visit!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I rested my hand on her shoulder. The
skin was hard. No body heat. No wonder she didn't want anyone to get
too close. Her dark blue eyes glittered. Her demi uniform flowed over
her body. As she drew her silver cloak over her shoulders she faded
from view. A small push on my back let me know she was there.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Typha</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>C’alain’s Masterworks</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Catherine Bel smiled. Living Stone
suited her.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was no longer the soulless constructs
of the Eden Cycle. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Made to contain the souls of past cycles
who yearned to pass on their knowledge. For the Murphys it would free
up their minds for the task ahead. They had been reincarnated
countless times. One mind was not enough to hold so many rebirths.
All of their enemies had played to the tune of a singular piper. So
insidious that they never even realized it. Much like the old Void
Walker drones each of the would be tyrant had scrambled at the chance
of owning one sliver of the Nothing. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Not realizing they had already given
everything over to it. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>While she may not have committed those
acts? Her body had been an instrument for evil.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Chronos would burn and she would light
the match. As a warning to the next 1000 generations that some things
should remain sealed between the void of stars. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She muttered, “Why even let that evil
escape?” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><br /></span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She watched as Eliza stiffened. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The <i>Typherian</i> next to her turned.
Her gaze alert. Bel flowed past. It was a serviceable cover. Lorain
Lanis’ actions gave it away though. For any who knew her. No wonder
they only met on the ship. None could miss the connections otherwise.
Bel was only a 3<sup>rd</sup> Tier within the Protectorate but now
ranking system made sense. One giant trap for not only Lucifer but
for all of them. With nothing left to hop into? What kind of vessel
could Chronos take? </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The rest of the Living Stone was
transported to the cargo hold.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I knew what was coming next. Silver Fox
had spelled it out for me. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My mind and even my brother’s wasn't
enough to contain all of our eons of Sleeve memory. My mini vacation
with Doc would come to an end. Mystic phased through the ship.
Tagging every bit we had transported from Typha. It was listed as
medical supplies. In a way it was going to be medicine. My father
lassoed us to the stone.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I was shocked when he did the same to
Lorain. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My confusion dissipated when I saw the
energy form around her. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lethe had finally joined us proper. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The room shifted.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Three marble slabs rose. Mine sparked
with golden light. My brother’s shifted to blue. While Doc’s
gleamed silver. The first Sleeve form resonated. I watched as she
materialized from the wall. A silver shield clasped in her hands.
Clothed in hunting furs.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“This is the only way. We will help
you seal the Ninth for good.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her speech was archaic. I could
understand it. For she allowed it. For Lorain only Lethe manifested.
As each form departed from us the room filled with endless
protectors. Finally a face I had glimpsed half my life rested one
hand on my forearm. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox herself. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eventually the only memory left to me
was my current iteration. My adventures within the Edenverse. Now my
father’s words made sense. The line: My children are within each
star. That vision hadn’t been space. Not as I knew it. My father
had seen the Golden Path. Each pinprick of light had been one of our
Sleeves. Not a distant copy that would fade into red dust. That was
the way of the Nothing. Of Chronos.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino pulled Silver Fox and Bel into a
side room. Then promptly sealed it.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What was that Grail Ceremony really
for?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox replied, “To give us more
Living Stone wardens. Where we are going? There is no return. Not even
for Aether.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Catherine Bel saw the realization hit.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She added, “It was our choice. From
the beginning. Within each cycle. Our hopes will live on within the
Banner. Fox laid it all out for me during the rituals to heal Mrs.
Brookes. I volunteered. I want to tear into….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bel’s jaw clenched. “Others have a
life here. Good ones. I’m….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Fox cleared her throat, “Evil cannot
just be contained. It has to be actively fought tooth and nail. The
Ninth Circle will be a bullet. But not in the way the Nothing
believes.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>J’ino trembled.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Is there no other way? Are all the
reborn souls….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox rested her hands on the
Typherian’s shoulders.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“No other way. Dexter and Eliza
managed to save as many from Helios as they could.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Shield Worlds had done the same for
the living. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“That was why the 42<sup>nd</sup>
century sent out that pulse. It was to….”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox nodded, “Transportation.
For those within the past, present and future of the Eden Cycle.
Alongside those we had managed to hide during other cycles. Like
Emris. The Collective. Even the Intez.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bel added, “The Oversoul can see
everything. This final cycle will give all of Creation the best start
we can manage. That is the legacy your sons and daughters will
shepherd.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bel managed a burst of laughter. Dry as
it was.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“People will rally behind the Banner
but she will not fall that day.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was odd. My mind was truly my own
again.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A clear line of memory. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I had been so used to either the jumble
of imprints upon my mind or the holes of swiss cheese that it had
been nearly second nature to me. Dexter and I had true memories of
our rescue from the remains of Z’har. We really had attended the
auxiliary flight academy. Being depowered at the time had helped us
blend in as standard humans. We had learned. Grew into this new realm
of possibility. The world would need us once more. Lethe approached.
I reached out, “Take care of her!” She knew of whom I spoke. Her
features were fine. A traditional willowy build. I rose from the
marble slab. Circling the room. Just letting my muscles adjust to
their former patterns. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“No wonder they had me as a sponge.
That way you all could have direct sensory input of all sorts of
abilities. Enemy or otherwise!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I lifted from the ground. My eyes burned
as I closed them. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Every bit of power I had manifested as
the Star-Spangled Banner was in place.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A warm hand curled about my ankle. My
eyes cooled. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I opened them. Lorain giggled, “There’s
the Eliza I know!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I reached down to scoop Doc up.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lethe turned as Silver Fox appeared. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The first. The opposite of Chronos.
Silver Fox was the Main Sleeve Avatar of the Oversoul. It made me
wonder about Dexter’s counterparts. If she was indeed that first
demi I saw within Lethe’s memories. Where was his? It must have
been part of the plan. When I had awoken there had only been Lethe
and a few others lingering from my Sleeve recall rites.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nothing of Dexter’s.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I’d ask mom.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’ino fixed her daughter’s hair. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was an old habit but she couldn't
help herself. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It had always been a wild element.
Flight powers had never helped.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza was whole. Those same gray with
black combination. Not as uncommon as before. Since many Typherians
were able to intermingle with humanity. Eliza set Doc down. “What
about Dexter?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“He’s with his father. While this
was the main ritual room to separate you from your past selves
or….reincarnations? The male and female were given adjoining
rooms.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox called out, “There is need
for boundaries. There are some things men need to examine in private
as well.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza responded, “Ok. One question!
Who are the Void Man and Silver Lady then? If you are...”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Fox grinned, “They are the cosmic
element of the Oversoul. Much like certain layers of Aspects. There
are pieces on the board that have to be a bit extra dimensional.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“So how did you and your counterpart
come into play?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox indicated her living stone
form. “The Oversoul molded us from his body then breathed life into
us. Then he bathed us in the waters of Heaven to grant us a mortal
soul.” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I rubbed the back of my neck, “So what
does that make the Highest?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“He’s the Overoul’s first true
son.” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Silver Fox formed a red thread. It
spooled between my mother and myself.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We don’t have a direct blood line
to him. He was molded to assist his father. Us. Thronebearers. The
whole chess board. So to speak!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“So after the Heaven event each time
we were born to mortal parents instead.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Correct.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I waved down another one of the Sleeve
Wardens. She bowed, “Indeed! You weren't always born to humans
either!” Her J’kua features were stenciled with a line that
bisected her face. Light Shaman wards tickled my skin.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She winked, “Don’t worry about
keeping track of names. Its all still quite new for everyone. But I
do want to thank you for letting me have those martial lessons for
Weave fighting. It will come in handy!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I rolled my shoulders. “Don’t worry
mom! I won’t say it.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Out loud anyway.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc pressed her palms to my back.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“She has nodes!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">
Issue 18: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 20: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_13.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-1396823708212112552023-04-04T11:56:00.003-07:002023-04-08T19:45:28.911-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 18<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Issue 18: The Sum of All Things</b></span></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>To cover the investigation we’ve
done a complete audit of all Orbital files. Nyx has behaved herself.
No unauthorized medical experiments. What would compel her to keep
under the radar for so long? This is beyond Chronos.--Conclave Update
Tier 1 authorization</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Striker Nix has been sloppy. The
only thing keeping my “daughter” from deviating from the plan is
the fact that the Murphy twins haven’t manifested here. But I knew
this going in. Always have a backup plan. --Chronos </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Every night I peer out into the
New Ashbury Skyline and I smile. No hint of her being reborn.--Hilary
Brookes </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>My brother had managed to gain a
network of traders and clansmen from all around Typha and beyond. He
called his company Beyond Horizon. We had to find the other Tear
holders. Problem was figuring out which layers people had been born
to. Not all had been reborn to Human or Typherian heritage.
--Sleeping In Starlight: Post Convergence Files (Conclave Access
Required)</i></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i><br /></i></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Jupiter Rising</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>In Orbit of Bardax Prime</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Febuary 5<sup>th</sup> 5490 A.C</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc went to check the cargo. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I had arranged for us to transport some
military grade drives to Bardax itself. In the past few years we
could only meet up a handful of times. In and out of our Demi
personas. I was glad I had an enhanced metabolism. Lorain was making
up for a metric ton of dinner dates. Horus floated over. He possessed
three red irises this go around. His outer white and tan spherical
shell as loaded for combat as ever. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He ejected me from my usual spot.
<<Recommend you go down to the planet!>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I flew down the corridors to the lift.
Relishing in the fact that I could just fly for the sake of it. My
brother was having a nice vacation from his usual duties. It did help
that he never had his wife in the spotlight in our previous life. A
“Typherian” with auburn hair and light blue eyes practically
tackled me.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc’s voice had been modulated.
“Finally.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I responded gently, “Where to first?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We still had to be careful. So this was
the 2<sup>nd</sup> best option.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mom had even provided enough Clan Arkan
data to have my new hookups make sense. There were so many Typherian
merchant clans nowadays that it made the old House Bloodline maze
look perfectly mundane. The few within the Eden Cycle Commons
relished the new normal. Quite a few hybrids existed as well. It
would help once I reemerged into the world. Since Humanity and the
Typherians had been interbreeding for well over 2000 years.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lorain tugged on my navy blue flight
jacket. “Come on!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She knew that glint in my eye, “NO
WORK! I forbid it!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She took my left hand and guided me to
the grav pods. “In you go!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Yes ma’am!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She pulled the brim of my cap down as
the pod dropped to the sparkling waterfalls below.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her laughter was just the medicine I
craved at that moment.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Earth</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Hub Ring Orion</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February 5<sup>th</sup> 5490 A.C</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Yak-tish re-examined the list.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Crossguard, Ludicrous Speed, Lensflair,
Iron Jaw and Fadeaway. They made up the new team with Ethereal Titan
at their head. Not quite as notable as the Banner but he understood
the stakes. Find out which one was Lucifer. Many Orbitals often
posted to HeroNet about how restrictive moving up was. Theories. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Was it bloodlines?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Experience?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Fadeaway got on his radar because the
young demi theorized that Mystic chose who to promote. Based on past
life flashes. Could some demis dive into previous other memory and
gain more powers? Skills? Insights. They would have to do all of this
the old fashioned way. His shoulders itched as Abraham Murphy and his
wife passed. He gave a polite nod. For all intents he was one of the
support troops attached to Eliza’s new group. The piece of the Tear
within him recognizing an ally. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He had never imagined the world as vast
as this. Even beyond his Island.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Stars beyond all measure. One could get
lost in the wonders of the universe.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Many demis were curious. Alongside their
civilian counterparts.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Did the higher tiers know more about the
Ninth Circle? </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Oh yes. Yak had been stunned by their
knowledge of the Devourer. That being who resided beyond the Light of
Creation. It had nearly torn his homelands asunder. Unlike the rest
within the past cycles? Their gateways had no buffers. His people
either summoned the Oversoul’s light directly or archfiends
gathered those touched or defiled by the Devourer. He imagined that
was why Eliza Murphy had been the first outsider able to travel to
his lands. She was blessed directly as well. A direct avatar of the
Oversoul’s will.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A flash of warmth ran down his back. The
Tear pulsed. He listened to the song.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It would guide him.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Striker Nix nursed his drink.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This was bad. All the usual suspects had
made it to Earth. Lucifer’s threat rang clear.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A majority were human. Their bodies and
faces changed. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>You are the key.</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>That was why the old fallen one had
saved him. Out of everyone he could see past Chronos’ veil. That
sliver of him that was Artock remained. That part warped by Chronos
and the ghost memory of the Void Walkers. Lucifer processed a sliver
of his former glory. Nix had seen the sympathy vibrations within the
threads. They all would use each other to reach the final goal. The
Ninth Circle. The most heavily protected bastion within this Triad
territory. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lucifer had an advantage no one else
had.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He was a Protectorate member. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His ID hidden even from Nix. A trade for
getting into this new cycle.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He froze as his H.U.D updated.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//The Silver Siren strikes again! Ninth
cultists routed from the northern territories of Camelot.//</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He knew those eyes. She was a holy
terror against the forces that had kept her entrapped during the Eden
days. HeroNet was teeming with old souls that remembered. Lucifer’s
mandate had been clear.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“You will draw all attention to
yourself.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This deal was getting worse. He often
wondered what had happened to all his Artock brethren. Not all had
been of Gemni stock. That race was expanding outward. Everyone was so
happy here. Did they care nothing for the horror that would arrive?
The only references Nix could find was one entry called, “The Many
Faces.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It pertained to the god that the Ninth
Array cultists had formed their whole religion around. It had gotten
him on the radar of the whole Protectorate. Only Lucifer’s warnings
had hidden him in time. What use was crime when every Tom, Dick and
Harry of Earth ended up being mini versions of the ever so pious
Eliza Murphy.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Maybe that’s what happened to them. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span> T</span>hey got sucked into each soul ever born
upon the Earth.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Catherine Bel sang. The words rippled
through the Weave. White Scrawl exploded from the ground. Piercing
the chests of the black robed men. Nuul, formerly of Atlantis,
encased her in bright indigo shielding. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>One raised a stone knife, “Traitorous
Bride!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She delivered a kick to his midsection
while Nuul captured the knife in a construct of pale blue flames. Bel
delivered one final kick to the prostrate cultist. The soft hiss of
dissipating Black Scrawl silenced as he lost consciousness. She
whirled as Nuul closed in.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Do not touch me.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Each word as cold as space itself. Nuul
retracted his Defender constructs.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We have a new assignment for you.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She nodded stiffly.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Where?” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Bardax Prime</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The Wall of Moriah</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>February 8<sup>th</sup> 5490 A.C</b></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Bel paused. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The woman leaning upon the outcropping
had dirty blonde hair. Eyes that flashed. Her uniform was a simple
navy blue flight jacket, white undershirt and black utility pants.
Her anti-grav boots scuffed from long hours loading ships. She
turned. Catherine Bel fell in slow motion. The other woman was there
in a blink.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Quite the responsibility. God does
work in mysterious ways.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The false face fell. For a split second
Bel saw the full truth.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Trembling fingers pulled Murphy in
close.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“When will this end? The Nothing
closes in.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Bel’s voice held a note of fire. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She was another Tear bearer. A demi who
could utilize the Weave. I had read her file. White Scrawl cocoons
that launched cultists into the Ninth Circle. Not just purging the
souls from the body. The full package launched right into the heart
of eternal judgment. Bel pulled away. Her expression hardened, “I
see. To each a piece is given. To launch the bullet into the heart of
darkness. So it may devour itself.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I nodded, “All in one. The threads
will bind them to the Ninth.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Bel traced symbols into the air. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her voice cracked, “You will allow
this?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She held much anguish in her heart. I
held out my hands. Palms upward, “When the time comes? You shall
bind them to the Ninth Circle.” She smiled. As if an age of Winter
had been lifted. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“My life is but a mote within the
Wall.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I replied, “Thus the brick is laid.
Guiding us all to the Sea.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bel whispered, “Find him. <i>She</i>
remembers. Gather us all for the final push.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I turned. My footfalls echoed.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lethe. I would have to make Lorain
remember. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain glared at the console. Eliza’s
words brought back memory just out of reach.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She pivoted. “That’s….” She
balled her fists up. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Me? My powers aren’t the same. You
know that!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Indeed. But that isn’t quite the
issue. You followed me through. Both times.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain pinched the bridge of her nose.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“How?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I watched as Lethe’s memory form paced
about the cargo hold. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She had latched onto Mary upon arriving
within this reborn cycle. Ordered to remain separated from her mortal
form. So that my brother and I could arrive undetected. Lorain was
before me. Her eyes unforgiving. She didn’t want to remember. Maybe
even thinking it would be easier to keep this fresh slate going
longer. That wasn’t in the cards. I hadn’t lied. She had followed
my brother and I through the portal each time. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>First to face the Nothing at it’s
source.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The 2<sup>nd</sup> was against Thoth and
the Dreamweaver.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Both times the Oversoul had sealed away
the memory. This fight would offer no remaining buffers. We would
both endure the recollection. Jupiter sealed the hold. Energy shot
out to hold us both to the deck. Bel entered. A lute made of White
Scrawl parted the layers of memory. Ash and soot rose against the
farthest corners of my memory. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Silver Siren began her lament.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Creation Cycle</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Forbidden Lands</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>White Scrawl Retrieval </b></span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lethe crept after the twin demis.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She feared for them. With each step her
outer robes darkened with ash. What had compelled them to venture to
this forbidden plane? A flash of white light engulfed the cavern.
Lethe bit back a scream. The walls were shuddering. As if a great
beast was breathing. She yanked her hand back as it met resistance.
The porous material thrummed. Another flash of white. She could hear
two voices shouting. Words of Power. Gifted to the realm of Mankind.
The Shield bearer and her brother. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lethe forced her palms through the
membrane. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Three golden threads shall bind them.
Will you be my eyes?</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The voice curled about her. Everlasting.
Kind. Ancient. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Oversoul pleaded with me. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Will you be my hands?</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My brother blocked another blow with his
spear. Its radiance split the eternal night. I raised my shield up
over my head. The Nothing recoiled from it. It desired souls. Yet it
was repelled by us. Its hunger rippled across my skin. It could not
eat us. It dared not. For we carried the light of the Oversoul within
us. The Dreamweaver prostrated himself before the wiggling mass of
scales. I would not look it in the eye. I watched as it drained a few
sacrifices from the Weaver. Its moniker a direct insult to the 2<sup>nd</sup>
aspect. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He spooled out 7 threads.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They fled into the next cycle. Even as
the Ouro twisted around us.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lethe dashed past us. Her hands
burrowing into the flesh of the Nothing.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One dark Tear ran up her arm. I spun my
shield in an arc. Pulling her from the bulbous mass. My shield grew
until it encompassed all three of us. All light abandoned us. Except
for the warmth of the star cupped in Lethe’s hands.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Exodus Cycle</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Noah’s Ark</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"><b>White Scrawl Retrieval </b></span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I gasped. Water ran from my lips as
three figures held me down.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The voice echoed.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <i><span> </span>Will you be my mouth? Speak the
Words.</i></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“The Ouros must be reset.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A kindly visage swam before me. His eyes
focused on my chest. “You are known to me Arbiter. I am called
Noah.” I blinked yet my eyes remained unfocused. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Easy now. You haven’t used this one
before. Each Sleeve requires special tending.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A system put into place by the Oversoul.
Using Eden as its focal point.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The waters soothed my skin. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My vision focused.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One message relayed through one blink.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>//Initiating Thronebearer Cleansing. At
2% and climbing. ID fragment recognized. Codifier Black.//</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Icath Soul Pair greeted me. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span><<New form acquired for Charon.
Beginning Unseen Order Era>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bel continued to sing as Dexter Murphy
joined his sister and Lorain-Lethe in the memory trance. Memory was
power. Within these three was the purpose of the Ninth Circle. A way
to stop the Nothing from devouring the rest of Creation. They had
managed the impossible. Nearly recovering 90% of the souls thought
lost to previously consumed cycles. Her’s had been such a soul. Not
even allowed to exist properly within the Eden phase.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Catherine Bel would protect them with
every fiber she had.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She would live to see the end of Chronos
and all his ilk.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>As the primary Sleeve of the Nothing
that creature would get all the tender care she could muster. She had
willingly given up her body so that Alice Hayden Brookes could live
out a normal life. Meathook had earned its just rewards. Dexter’s
memories linked into place. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Climb. The Knife. The Tears.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Climb. The Knife. The Tears.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Climb. The Knife. The Tears.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>As the Silver Siren she continued her
Lament. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Until the three that slept became whole.</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 17: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_31.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 19: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_8.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-17456219981566249222023-03-31T12:15:00.009-07:002023-06-14T06:07:35.438-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 17<h2 class="western">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 17: Past Imperfect</span></h2><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza doesn't talk about her
first adventure in the Lost Lands of Ahpaktu. Whatever happened did
sharpen her relationship to Lorain however. One day I hope to
understand why. For now all we can do is figure out how or why this
whole landmass was shielded from us. -- Conclave Level 5 Update</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I hope the Banner can
re-establish herself sooner rather than later. I count the days when
I can mingle with friends on the Jupiter properly. Keeping everything
professional and polite is taxing. But the enemy will be watching me.
No wonder my memory was shrouded the longest.--Lorain Lanis</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>Nola gave me a bit of news. We
will get to see this Lost Island. Excellent! Doc did give me a solid
picture. Spears. Dinosaurs and three giant volcanos.--Jonas “Eddie”
Olsten </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p>
</p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>The Lost Lands. At first my body had
to acclimate. I still had all my normal Banner abilities. For the
time. It was rather early within my Eden cycle adventures. No
Thronebearer grafting to recharge Black and White just yet. No, it
holds a special place in my heart because for once? Lorain didn’t
have to worry about her powers. That amazing outerwear blocked most
of her abilities. Expect for the accelerated self healing. Good
thing. The whole altar ceremony had been a trial and a half. Even
with Yak-tish’s assistance. –Sleeping In Starlight: Post
Convergence Files (Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p><p align="left" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Ahpaktu</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>llaros Territory</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Earth</b></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b> </b><span> </span>Yak-tish
thumped his spear against the obsidian rocks. The signs did not lie.</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Lady of Light’s blessing was
fading. The new Earth would know of his people. </span>
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Convergence had carried them forward
across the Coiled Rings.</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A squad of Eleth Riders burst forth from
the treeline. The great beasts hissed. Their calls filled the cliff
side as another massive shape, bristling with white and gray fur
exploded from splintered trunks. Its 8 limbs gyrated as its claws dug
into the obsidian shale. Mammalian body with a serpent’s head.
Yak-tish held his spear high. He would not go down without a fight.
His skin itched. Strange white markings rose to spread across his
arms and legs.</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His chest tightened as a singular white
pearl rose from his breast bone. The fires of the cosmos entered his
eyes. This was power. As promised by the Lady of Light. His combat
hides stretched. No longer just covering his waist. A thick set of
black furred pauldrons settled over his shoulders. A metallic crown
shifted. A segmented T section covered his forehead and nose.</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAAGOVDHgOZyBJgtgZPBgYMHnN3LzrVBhw1a8KmfocEtW-hCfyru51iwZFdWRvnr7VhidAf8gOdiw51zBN_3RVslxzO77YFeZitrUppr8cOjyAek-oWYRzPaLz9gTBkW-_ocppT1TkE8J8VmprBb2modDL-T0um_ThpgESD7lZFEIjypJEUclQZyv/s5400/spear.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="5400" data-original-width="3600" height="640" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgYAAGOVDHgOZyBJgtgZPBgYMHnN3LzrVBhw1a8KmfocEtW-hCfyru51iwZFdWRvnr7VhidAf8gOdiw51zBN_3RVslxzO77YFeZitrUppr8cOjyAek-oWYRzPaLz9gTBkW-_ocppT1TkE8J8VmprBb2modDL-T0um_ThpgESD7lZFEIjypJEUclQZyv/w426-h640/spear.jpg" width="426" /></a></div><br /><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span><p></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="left" style="break-before: auto; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He howled at the greater Terratek as it
charged.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"> </p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He feinted to the left. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His spear dug into the massive
creature’s side. Opening it to the bone. Its purple blood
splattered on his face as he rolled out of the way. He would win.
Protect his people. Just as he had promised. He would see the Captain
once more. The one dubbed Murphy. The Lady of Light was never wrong.
The Ilaros would rise. Spears against the Dark of the Fallen. Its
black scrawl no longer controlled this land. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No longer demanded the blood sacrifices.
Murphy and the Lady had put a stop to such atrocities. A few
dissidents resisted. Calling to the old ways. Yak-tish would have
their left hands in payment. So they could no longer complete the
summoning spells of the Dark Ones. He grunted as another Eleth beast
snapped its jaws at him. He reversed his spear and slammed the butt
of it into the lizard’s face. Its teeth shattered in a hot mess. He
landed a spin kick to the sly one attempting an ambush. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He gathered himself and sprang skyward.
It wasn’t as advanced as the Captain’s ability but he nearly
brushed against the upper layer of the barrier. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He could jump good. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His laughter filled the sky.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mordred summoned more of the raptor
creatures dubbed Eleth to these primitives. His wraith-like limbs
moving in time with the <i>necromancer</i> that had summoned him to
this place of existence. It was better than surviving the Ninth
Circle. It was a small humanoid. Its rough features nearly frog-like.
Gaping mouth. Its tongue a splash of purple and green. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His “master” pointed one arthritic
finger skyward, “NOT POSSIBLE!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Demi energy flowed from the high hopping
barbarian. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Morded considered the situation. A
majority of the Black Scrawl practitioners here could only do basic
summoning from the lower end of the Ninth Circle. He had tricked the
threads that had bound him to the innermost regions. Allowing a lower
level Fallen to take his place. Just before that old fool Aether had
initiated the lockdown. His patience had been rewarded. Ironic that
Eliza Murphy had been the one to mistrust his late repentance the
most. He would have figured her brother to lead that charge. The Eden
42<sup>nd</sup> century linchpin had been a boon to many of them.
Giving up Lucifer hadn’t been an option.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He had distracted J’anu and Ta’rammon
long enough to guarantee escape. Such as it was. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Using the Urradan King as leverage had
been a gamble but it had paid off.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A weakness even to the former Eternal
Empire despots. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mordred hoped the Jailbirds enjoyed
their endless vigil.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He murmured sweet commands into the meat
puppet. These primitives had no idea.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He would escape this island. Find
Camelot. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Raze it to the ground.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak-tish landed with a thud. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His feet skittering along the sands of
the western beach side. He had jumped many leagues. This was Fi’an
territory. The bird people. Said to be able to hypnotize any man. He
pressed one palm over his mouth and nose. It wasn't enough. Light
blue pollen clung to his armor. He made it a few more steps then
collapsed. Two webbed feet the color of corral approached cautiously.
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Green feathered fingers stretched out.
Hovering a mere inches from the Ilaran.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Power radiated from his left shoulder.
Images flowed.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This one would help save the island.
Help save everyone from the Devourer. A sphere of honeyglow
surrounded the barbarian. Moments later he disappeared. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I could hear the screaming. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I dashed towards the central square.
Wishing I could use my proper speed. My HeroNet profile indicated
Flight but that would have given me away. At least by running I could
hide the fact longer. Crossguard went flying as a massive bear of a
man decked out in battle furs, black at the shoulders, backhanded
another member of the Protectorate. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They were attempting to hold him down.
He bellowed, “Where is your Banner? I must find her!” I knew that
voice. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His form was changed. He had been quite
tall. 6Ft 5 inches when I had met him on the Island. Mystic and the
Void Maiden dropped down into the square. White Lily, known as the
Lotus this time around, advanced. Her vines held me in place. She was
doing that to most of the Orbital division of the Protectorate. She
was considered 2<sup>nd</sup> Tier. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed’s quizzical expression
blanked for a moment. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He caught me looking, “No idea what
that cave man is going on about. What banner? A flag?” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Crossguard held his head. Groaned and
unsteady got to his feet.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“He hits hard enough. That is for
certain.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His crusader knight’s helm hid the
upper portion of his face. His heart rate was elevated. Breathing
evened out. This would have been easier had I still maintained access
to a sliver of Thronebearer affinity. I had become accustomed to a
veritable buffet of powers. I realized with a start just how much I
had relied on my House empathy ability. Discovering Nyx had been a
lucky break. But she would not give up Lucifer or any other escapee
willingly.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Her devotion to Chronos was unwavering.
Unlike most of the beings trapped within the Ninth. I gathered the
magical threads around the area. The vines fell away as I teleported
next to Yak-tish. It wouldnt do well to have him spill more Conclave
level information. As my arms locked around him I made it seem like I
was barely hanging onto his armor. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I jumped through the Weave. Homing in on
a signal I recognized. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Emris noted, <<Welcome back.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Yak-tish leveled his spear at me. I
spoke the words of friendship.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Spear Brother. I require your fists
against the Devourer.” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His bright golden eyes peered up into my
maroon hood as I floated 2 feet off the ground.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The power flowed through him. Another
Tear shard. I removed my hood and the extra ID sleeve. His fingers
tightened about the shaft. “It is true then. The face of shrouds.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He could see my real face. Not even as
Eliza Murphy but my first face. That of the shield demi. My brother
and I never took names. But we were known by many. Ingrained into
myths, legions and iconography. Because that’s how the Oversoul
wanted it. From the start. Yak marvelled at my uniform. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Not just the captain who freed us.
Does the Devourer still bear the blow of the Spearwielder?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I nodded. “The Banner is going to need
your help.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Yak replied, “Is that the final form
you shall choose then?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Yes. Of my many lifetimes? That one
holds the most ties to the Mortal realm.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak-tish grinned. “Oh! Is that all?”
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I winked, “Not even close!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The burly Ilaran noted, “What will
replace your emerald?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He was talking about my Union piece with
Doc.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I’ve got a few ideas.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>He tapped the deck with his spear. Held
out his other hand. “I renew my pledge! How can I help you?</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Emris trilled, <<Simple! We
disguise his form to that of a Markav. Many Soul Templars are known
to be as energetic as your friend!>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Sul’s holo flickered to life, “Ill
create the background. Emris will handle the logistics. At’lan also
wishes to contribute. Expect company soon!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;">∞</span><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> </span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak was known as Y’aktan. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>His Markav cover in place due to Emris’
old Eden cycle technology. This chess game was entering its final
form. We materialized back on Earth. Void Maiden gave me a proper
dressing down in public. Since I was supposed to be a mere newbie. A
demi with more enthusiasm than brains. No limits. As the Banner I
always came off enthusiastic but I had also been perceived as fairly
controlled. Because the world was fragile. Still was in many ways but
since the Ethereal Titan was listed as a magical channeler? I’d
have to play it headstrong. Mom was relishing this. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You are an Orbital. Newly minted at
that. What possessed you to think you could fill in for Mystic?” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her voice was modulated on purpose. So
it was like a robot giving me a pep talk.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I made sure to hunch my shoulders. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mom continued on for a solid 10 minutes.
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Yak-tish thumped his “Markav Trident.”
It was done in the style of my brother’s old weapon of the Eden
cycle. Nice touch. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Orbital should behave! Magic not
safe!” </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Emris gave him an outer colonial accent.
Whatever amused Yak was fine by me.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I think he thought it was the Texan
equivalent of the Markav dialect. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mom linked in afterward, <<Get
back to your ship when you can.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I used Horus as a go-between, <<Had
a whole lot to get off your chest huh?>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mom replied, <<You have no idea.>></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I took a running leap and half floated
to the main Protectorate HQ situated within the Golden City. I made
sure to smack into the reinforced shutters on the way down.
Crossguard was smiling from ear to ear while Ludicrous Speed was
holding his gut. His laughter hitting a high pitched frenzy. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Another orbital by the code name Fire
Cracker muttered, “That’s who they let in? Don’t they usually
train a bit more before admittance into the Protectorate. It will
make us laughing stocks.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I added him to the growing database.
Lucifer could be any of the Orbitals or support staff.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My HeroNet Profile updated:</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>///Report to Icherson FOB for Flight
Training. 0900.///</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Success. I really did hate to have dad
control my boots. He was having far too much fun.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>But it was the only way. My training
would have betrayed me otherwise.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mystic sent a flow of energy into my
frame. Forcing me to zigzag through the Protectorate training
complex. I reached out to grip the wall. Another group wandered in.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One demi called out, “Make sure you
never drink anything more than coffee! My goodness!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I settled my cape over my shoulders.
Stepped into the transport array.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I waved back at them before the beam
took me away, “Quite!”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">∞</span></span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Lucifer mused. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Could this Titan be connected to the
Banner at all? Sure, Nyx got a hit on old cycle blood sympathy but
that didn’t guarantee this trainee was Eliza Murphy. For one? She
flew beyond clumsy. Preferring to run. A reborn Star Spangled Banner
would have taken to flying like a troublesome duck to water. Old
memory and muscle reflexes would kick in. Just as it did for Nyx and
the rest. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was why Striker Nix was on the
Protectorate’s radar. He didn’t hide his old vices too well. It
was a useful distraction but time was running short. He would wait
for her to gather the Tear shards. Oh yes. With them he would draw
the Nothing into himself. All of death and creation would bow to him.
He just had to get the other players off the board first. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No, this Etheral Titan wasn’t what he
was looking for. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>A clear indicator was the fact that
Doctor Impossible and her civilian form hadn't attached to any
potential mate. She had no memory of the Banner. If she did? The
reaction would have been instant. That one loved too deeply. She
would cling to her beloved until the end of all things. He double
checked her latest movements. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>In this life her military job was a
glorified stamp card called Cargo Imports Officer.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Even though her mother was directly
attatched to demi deployments.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Mary Herbert-Lanis was the Director of
the Protectorate. US Space Operations Division.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her daughter lead a lonely existence.
While so many meat suits glorified their social exploits on I.Net she
was the odd man out. Only listed in family updates. He’d even
overheard other officers in her division plotting a birthday
celebration. In order to facilitate drunken heights within the woman.
She was devoid of joy.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The clearest sign that Eliza Murphy had
never arrived after the Ark of the Covenant cleansing. He fed this
information to Striker Nix. One had to ensure once Hilary arrived
she’d have all the proper reactions. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Everything was going according to plan.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">∞</span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I entered my quarters with a sigh.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I shouted over the coms, “I get it.
Who’s gonna help me <i>fly</i> next?”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>No one responded. My doorway sealed and
the sound dampeners came on. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My nose twitched. I knew that fragrance.
</span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc had twin trays on a floating server.
With a flick of her wrist she tuned into another favorite from this
cycle. “Cosmic Countdown: Moments Beyond the Hour Glass.”</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She always did love her soap operas. I
handed her a bowl of grapes.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain rested her head on my shoulder.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>We’d make whatever time we could. </span>
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p align="center" class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant-alternates: normal; font-variant-east-asian: normal; font-variant-numeric: normal;"><span style="font-size: large;">∞</span></span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Hilary glared at Earth.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was all sickening.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>One thought infused her with energy.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza Murphy was dead.</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">
</span></p><p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>This new world would burn with her.</span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 16: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_29.html">Here</a></span></p><p><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 18: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/04/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2668161206610648055.post-76795115847637632562023-03-29T12:12:00.011-07:002023-03-31T12:16:22.821-07:00The Uplift Protocol Twin Rulers of the Sky: Issue 16<p><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></p><h2 class="western">
<b><span style="font-size: large;">Issue 16: Heavy is the Crown</span></b></h2>
<p class="western" style="line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We conspired to make sure a few
notable territories made it through to this new Earth. I have to
admit: I have a fondness for those Yanks. –Elias Payne: Private
Journals</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I watched as Eliza studied the
new maps of Earth. The greatest shock to her was the fact that many
former Floridians had created their own corner of our dear blue dot.
It is known as Alturia. –Black</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Comic Sans MS, cursive;"> <span> </span>We have kept the Ninth Circle in
check since the beginning of this Universe. We shall do so until our
lights ascend to the Heavens—The Conclave </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><i> <span> </span>It only took me a moment to recognize
Black and White in their human covers. White had made a necklace out
of my last feather. How I had missed the both of them. The command to
reset the Multiverse had come from my Throne Matrix. Dexter’s and
Captain Overwatch. It was why we could only use full Throne Sight at
a certain moment. It was the direct power to turn the key of the
Oversoul’s tapestry. – Sleeping In Starlight: Post Convergence
Files (Conclave Access Required)</i></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>New Ashbury</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>NANN Studios</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Present Day</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I poured over the world map.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Earth didn’t have as many nations
this time around. Elias told me that from the start King Arthur and
the others wanted to recreate America. Alongside our formerly
northern neighbors. Without the advent of Void Walker interference
and lack of Mordred? Camelot had grown. Each territory had
coordinated with the Round Table to hold back the Ninth Array
influence. Unlike before where the enemy had the resources? This time
around they had to be beyond subtle. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I felt the currents of the 4<sup>th</sup>
aspect fill my body. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This universe had the protections of
Eden. Alongside all past boons from Heaven. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Elysium was a vital point within what
people called the Golden Sector. A place within the Weave that could
channel additional forces or aid to a planet under siege. Shifting
from one fixed point to the next. Using the Triad as its anchor.
Earth.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span> </span>The fact that all of Florida was a
nation onto itself was incredible. I pointed at the landmass between
Canada and Ta’mathon’s Golden Kingdom. “What about this place?”
King Arthur and the two news announcers examined the map. Then me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthur noted carefully, “What
landmass?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Queen Guinevere placed her hands on my
head. I took out a pen and began scribbling.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It had a purple outline. Silver and gold
specks. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The twin news reporters watched as I
finished off the remaining details.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Mr. Douglas Oldswald. His sister?
Christine Oldswald. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Douglas noted dryly, “Are you sure you
are just a Channeler?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My eyes flickered to the corners of the
room. Christine put her hands on her hips.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“We have other material to use for the
show.” She inclined her head to Arthur.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I waved Doctor Impossible over. “This
look a bit familiar?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She leaned in. “Oh no.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>It was the very same land we had gotten
trapped in within the Eden Cycle. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>The Lost Realm of the Ahpaktu: Ilaros. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Doc whispered, “I hope Yak-tish and
the others are ok.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Christine twitched. She circled me. Much
like she would have in that tiger form of hers. Her gray eyes
flashed. There was that speck of gold I remembered all too well.
Elias Payne whistled sharply. His corgis dashed in. A merry band 2.0.
They circled me in a frantic figure 8. Christine practically tackled
me.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“What took you so long?!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I pressed my forehead to hers. Giving
her a piece of the puzzle. My brother had already done the same for
Black. In the end? He knew what drove me. Yes, I had wanted a piece
of a normal life. But my duty compelled me to protect.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Always.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>The In-Between</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Remnants of Z’ahramdus</b></span></p>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><b>Arc of the Covenant Activated</b></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I dragged myself across the stone scaled
surface. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Thoth’s clawed weapons had tore into
my flesh but it had given Dexter enough time to immobilize our enemy.
Just long enough for me to pluck the prize from the despot’s grasp.
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>This dragon had killed me once before.
This time the Dreamweaver had summoned it. I gripped the Tear in my
palm. It sizzled against my flesh as I gripped it tighter. Letting
the White Scrawl combat the wards. The last remnants of my Eden shell
faded away. My first form reconstituted itself as I reached the
hollowed portion of what remained of the Unity Dragon’s eye. My
brother plunged his spear into the rocky out cropping. He pulled me
the rest of the way in. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Not done yet.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I added my strength to his. Using his
spear as a staff we hobbled foreward. Our original bodies still
marred with open wounds. Dexter wrapped one arm about my shoulders.
“What do you think...get reincarnated as….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>We caught each other as we stumbled
onward. Golden sparks danced around us. Leading us deeper into the
central hollow formerly called a skull. My old shield clanked against
my back. Its metal providing warmth for the both of us. Our white
combat suits where made of cotton. Twin silk golden belts lined with
white scrawl. Basic sandals that came up to my calves. Unlike
metallic armor every fabric had been bathed in the first waters of
creation.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Two figures formed from the golden
sparks floating around us.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The Void Man and the Silver Lady.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>They were the first Thronebearers. Their
images crackled. They were being pulled into the reborn multiverse.
Water filled the chamber. My wounds faded. Dexter gulped in as much
as he could bear. He had taken a few hits so I could remove the Tear.
The Void Man passed through my body. While the Silver Lady did the
same for my brother. Equal yet opposite. They were shielding us as
we passed through the rejuvenated barrier. The Oversoul spoke through
them.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Do you wish to remember?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I broke away. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Some questions should remain private. At
least for the time being. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Christine Oldswald prepared to scan me.
Not with conventional means. I put out a hand to stop her. “Not
yet. You know what will happen if you use Thronebearer sight now.”
It would alert Lucifer. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Douglas reached out, “We have our
verification. She knows the words.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>My parents and Uncle Paxton entered.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>They placed a few choice monitors
around. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dad explained, “For the regular
audiences.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Holos of myself and the Oldswalds came
into being. We started talking.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Dad motioned to the golden triangle that
manifested towards the rear of the room.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>He gathered up the map I had altered. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc remained behind. To augment the
holo’s biofeedback signal. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>My skin tingled as we passed through. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>A verdant green valley rose before us.
The cliff was steep. Allowing for the rays of the sun to send a jolt
of warmth through me. Sol yelled cheerfully, <<Welcome Friends!
To the Golden Realm of Ta’mathon!>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Typha’s Twin suns sent out their
greeting as well. <<Excellent! No incursions of the Ninth to
report.>> Their accent reminded me of the lost colony of the
Eden Cycle. I hoped O’rioh and the others fared well.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Aunt Q’vera landed. But she didn’t
speak to me. The Bardaxian to her left did.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His collar lit up as he spoke, <<Welcome
Ethereal Titan! First note of business. Get you situated with the
magics flowing from this delightful planet called Earth.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I got it. My parents were in their
civilian gear. All a part of the show to get on Lucifer and the
Orbital member’s radars. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Bardax One added , <<Only you and
Dexter can hear us on this bandwidth for now. That was also a flag to
the others within the proper Conclave. We will help you track Lucifer
once he is discovered.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Magic thrummed at my feet. I could fly
yet….. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Dad clicked a few notifications on his
holo tablet. I should travel a bit differently. Since I had to
separate myself from my usual MO as the Banner. I snapped my fingers
in time with the magical pulses. I rose from the earth. Sliding along
the rivers of magic within the Golden Kingdom. I materialized on the
highest Pyramid within the reborn City. I was channeling the 4<sup>th</sup>
aspect. To mimic the powers of a magical demi. It was a source many
couldn’t access just yet. So much to learn about our new world. My
place in it. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous Speed zipped up next to me.
His uniform emblazoned with a Silver Flame. The colors of his suit
contrasted with a gold and red combination. A silver V bisected the
bottom and top portion of his suit. I noted that others within the
Orbital ring of the Protectorate had gathered at the base of the
pyramid. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><span> </span>He observed, “You got the attention of
the Triad Sector Defender Corp. Not bad for a newbie!” </span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>His eyes flickered to my chest. To see
the patterns of magic shifting around the breastplate. “….its
almost akin to Mystic’s runic forms….”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I smiled. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Makes sense. He said I was a
channeler.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Ludicrous nodded, “Based on the
domain...” He clapped me on the shoulder.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“Crossguard and I want to show you
about town!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>In the back of my mind I wondered: Which
of the Orbitals was Lucifer? He would appear as a demi to my senses.
Just as the Void Man had warned. All the escapes had shifted to a
mortal form this go around. Maybe not all human either. I floated
downward. Taking care to examine the Pyramid’s wards on the way
down. A flash of blue flickered within the Weave.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That wily sphinx. A weave shrouded paw
swat at me playfully.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>As I landed dozens of Protectorate
Orbitals called out.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Hey! NEW FACE!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“ROOKIE!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“One of us! One of us!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“Can you get me Void Maiden's
autograph!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>I let my suit imprint all of it for
examination later. Faces. Names. Questions.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That was one of the primary functions of
my suit. Record everything. Not only physical but other patterns.
Ones within the Soul Layer and the Weave. It would help but we had to
locate Lucifer ASAP. The rest of the escapees wouldn't be far behind.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" style="break-before: auto; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; letter-spacing: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in; orphans: 2; page-break-before: auto; widows: 2;">
<span style="color: black; font-size: large;">∞</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Sister Nyx watched as the demis fawned
over the new Channeler proxy. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>That’s all they were. Meatsacks.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She plastered a pleasant expression on
her face. Cheering alongside those stuck in the Orbital tier. She was
certain that Mystic was one of those who remembered the previous
cycle before Convergence. How Void Maiden had managed to climb the
ranks was still a mystery. All evidence pointed to her being a
reconstituted android. This cycle was so open with information it was
illuminating. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Perfect for one such as her. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Her green within green eyes narrowed as
other Markav moved in to greet the newest member of the Protectorate.
This would be a perfect time to taste. Humans and Typherian mixed
mutts usually developed these “blessed” powers. Nyx had never
needed powers. Everything could be broken down to its base DNA.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She reached out to shake this Etheral
Titan’s hand. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She bit the inside of her cheek to
prevent herself from crying out.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She had marked this one in a past cycle.
</span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Excellent.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>I knew who it was even as I shook her
hand. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She had held that syringe above my
chest. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The needle pricking the skin. The
nosebleeds.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nyx. Given the form of a Markav this
time around. Doctor E’lari Travos. Third Circle of Matos. One of
the medics attached to the Protectorate to help injured demis. A
perfect test bed. I did a full sweep of her profile. She controlled
it well but I knew. The slight raise in heartbeat. That moment had
bound us. One doesn’t forget it. I saw a spark enter her eyes. She
knew I was one of the kids. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Children that had been experimented on. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>That was all she knew. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The reaction would have been absolute if
she knew who I really was.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Nyx stated pleasantly, “I look forward
to adding your profile into the databases.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>The gold, black, silver and maroon demi
inclined her head, her outer hood hid the top of her face. The lips
pulled back in an absentminded greeting. “I’m sure you come
highly recommended!”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Nyx bowed. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>“You honor me.” It was akin to
pulling teeth. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She had to behave. That was what Chronos
had commanded as she had devoured his flesh. His eyes. Be the
upstanding doctor. Study them. Use their technology as intended. Wait
and watch. This one she would watch intently. Maybe she’d even warn
Lucifer.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>For a price.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Children always aimed to misbehave.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’ino blinked. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Thomas gripped her hand tightly, “Not
here. Just go about everything as planned.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>She exhaled. Right. It would look
downright outrageous to study a trusted Protectorate doctor. Had all
the escapees managed to get to the Sol system already? It was
ludicrous that they could all be on their best behavior. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Unless they arrived later than intended.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Like Striker Nix. He already had thrown
his flag out into the open.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Arthon was sure of it. Just as he was
sure Lucifer was feeding the former Artock information that assisted
in his escapes. The Muthra still existed but instead of being
At’lan’s silent protectors? They were the Markav’s special
forces. At’lan and his sister AI were at the heart of a
multi-galactic network. Seeking out Ninth Array breaches.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Eliza’s voice echoed on their private
line, <<Nyx is a key point. I’ll see if she has any notable
patterns. She’d be careful but no one is perfect. Now I get why Doc
is staying as distant as she can. I’ll understand if you guys have
to do it to! Ill mix things up with Mallet and some of the others.>></span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>J’ino wanted nothing else but to hold
her children again but Dexter and Eliza were right. Polite interest
only. Nothing more. Nothing less. In public and private. It was why
Lorain only went to the Jupiter once a month. As a daily report. She
was expected to check over all ships landing for medical clearance.
It wasn't a glamorous job but vital. With her memories back in play
they hoped to catch other Escapees attempting to land within Triad
Territory. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> </span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-variant: normal;"><span style="color: black;"><span style="font-size: large; letter-spacing: normal;">∞</span></span></span></p>
<p align="center" class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>Lorain finished inspecting the rest of
the Jupiter’s crew. They were all as she remembered. Ritark’s
ungainly form overshadowed her console, “It will be alright. Once
we can all fly out into the open!” Lorain leaned back into the
chair. The back pads conformed to her spine. She crossed her hands.
Thumbs against her lips.</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>“I hope so. This part is harder.”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>It was still a wonder to see the Litari
as they should be. Ritark was a teenager once more. Only just
recently awakened to his old cycle memories after his age of
majority. For his race that was 16. He would grow out to his full
measure soon enough. “How are your parents doing?”</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Ritark’s solid yellow orbs lit up. He
babbled excitedly, “My parents remember too! They will come to Sol
to help. Even if my father is no longer Sir Avalon? He has other
skills that can provide insight!” </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif;"> <span> </span>Doc paused to look at her hands. Even
her powers weren’t the same as in Eden Cycle. </span>
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-size: large;"><br />
</span></p>
<p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"> <span> </span>She replied softly, “I hope so.”</span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;"><br /></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 15: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_22.html">Here</a></span></p><p class="western" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 100%; margin-bottom: 0in;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: large;">Issue 17: <a href="https://fiannawolf.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-uplift-protocol-twin-rulers-of-sky_31.html">Here</a></span></p>Fiannawolfhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08807252947900118430noreply@blogger.com0