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« Reply #8 on: July 28, 2010, 09:10:20 PM » |
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((After a long while of forgetting that this ever existsed, I am ressurecting it! Also, forgive me if I throw in a couple of evtra letters in here or there, I'm away from my normal computer, and also away from accurate spell check.))
Chapter II: Stemming thr flow of lies, Part II
*Knock knock knock...*
"Urf"... The Prime Chancellor grunted, hardly awakened by the soft knock on his door.
*Knock, Knock Knock...*
There it was again, more insistent this time.
"Argk, who could be wanting to talk this early?" The Prime chancellor whined. While he may have a very high authority within the federation, for the Bino, this doesn't entail passing paperwork through from very early in the morning. Indeed, only a fourth of the day just before afternoon was allocated to paperwork. Especially now, most of his day, save for morning, was spent trying to hold his government together. And it was desperately struggling against him.
"Knock Knock KNOCK CRACK!" The soft knocking abruptly turned into a powerful rapping. Obviously this visiotr wasn't going to give up that easily...
Hastily walking to the door, he jerked it open. "You really can't bother me lat--"
There, stating at him from the hall outside,
Was the High Priest of Khato Athoka Temple.
"No chancellor, this cannot Wait until later.”
“Oh dear, excuse me.” Hadarin said, running to put on more substantial attire than his simple commoner adornments.
“Don’t waste your time, Chancellor, just come.” The Priest said.
Later, in a quaint little diner at the edge of Capitol City…
“I positively adore this place, great food, and a spectacular atmosphere about it, wouldn’t you say?” The priest said. He seemed quitehappy on the outside, but Hadarin knew he was deeply troubled. They sat down at a table, and without wasting a second, the priest took out a small case, unlatched it, revealing a book. A very, very old book.
“Oh my!” Hadarin exclaimed. He had never seen something this old from Bino Ancient History in person before, let alone being actually used.
“This,” Said the priest, “Is a book of prophetic writings. Also, it is a scientific book, as far as I can tell. It talks about astronomy in this incredible detail, showing Akra, Darkhra, Korolon, Khuris… All in spectacular detail, and in amazingly accurate, detail. Look at this illustration of Khuris.” He said, quickly opening the book to one of many little bookmarks. “It shows Khuris in suck a way that the ancients would have never know about by themselves. And can you see in the background here?” he said, flipping pages again to show a large, folded chart of Alkera. And behind it, was what appeared to be a Bino. But not a contemporary Bino, this one was different. He was in elaborate garb representing the Priesthood, but it differed in interesting ways. It was much thicker, something that even for Khurithian wear was a little unusual. He seemed taller than the average Bino, perhaps some kind of indication that he was superior, above others? He was drawn in like he was flying through space, and he was holding Akra and Darkha as if he were supporting them.
“This page makes no sense.” The priest said firmly. “What are you talking about? It makes perfect sense, that is He, isn’t it?” Hadarin said. “Exactly.” The priest said. He seemed much lighter as he said this, almost as if it gave him joy to say it. “What would an extremely old, Sscientifically-Centered-and-Powerful people, have to see to place in such a figure and in such a way? Often such knowledgeable people around the galaxy have been known to be characteristically atheist, having no apparent need for a god to help them understand. Once there is science, and it can’t prove that their god exists, there is a good chance that they will fail to keep with their faith. This is not so with these people, our ancestors. Even through their explanations of everything, they place him here. And, he is faint, almost invisible on this page.
“ Like they wouldn’t put him in as colorfully as the science. He’s like a ghost, a spirit among the set-in-stone. Could he be hiding, perhaps?” Hadarin commented thoughtfully.
“That’s what I thought. Perhaps he is hiding, in the background. Or he is suppressed, somehow, like by putting him in the back of the map they were, signifying that he could not take up the foreground.
“Mhm…..” The Chancellor said quietly.
“And look at this.” The Priest said, pointing to a small pattern of text in the bottom corner of the picture. “It is a message. A Quattrain.”
The children of Khuris will watch as the World around them is turned upside down.
The unbearable cold will become searing heat, the darkness will be brought to light.
The still shall be disrupted by Storm,
And the Storm will shatter the Cosmic Window.
“My god.” The chancellor said quietly.
“And that is not the last of it.” The Priest whispered.
He turned the page over. And on it, was the chart. The background was black, Khuris was a ghostly white, Darkhra was still there, and Akra and the figure in the back ground, supporting the system of Alkera before him,
Were gone.
“Oh no…” the Chancellor shuddered.
“I think the Cosmic Window is Akra. If this storm will shatter Akra, then We may already have discovered this too late. The Ancients were not so arrogant as us, and left us this warning. For thousands of years we have ignored it. And now it may be too late. See, everything is going in order, the Children of Khuris are watching as the world around them is turned upside down. The Cold has already turned to burning heat. Now all that is left is for the dark to be tuned to light,”
“And for the Storm to destroy the Cosmic window.” The Chancellor said.
((Dear me! I really can get carried away with stories, can't I!))
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