PASSION FOR TINION (WIP Novel 120,000 words)
© Cupideros, October 21, 2006
CHAPTER 16: THE PROPHETS
Akyria road a 639 Model V Hoover Craft west out into the Anorion Desert. The Hoover Crafts saucer shape and nine feet height increased her security. Quodarian and Galan sensors reflected the craft as a blip, a bird, maybe a Galan's oversized swan flying west toward the ocean on their annual migration path. Akyria flew along with some of the wide wing creatures for a while, one of the flocks, before she turned east.
The Prophets lived in fourth century BC circle ruined, round white columns no longer held the missing stone slab roof. She watched for a minute golden sand blow between the square pale blocks supporting the circular columns. Her craft's green sensors detected no infrared life forms. Akyria didn't like visiting The Prophets. Akyria disregarded all their mysticism reported by others contacting them for help in protecting their sons or daughters in the Eternal War. Opening the craft's door upward, the heat assaulted her face. Her insulating black jacket kept her cool, but did little for her extremities. She stood motionless as the sand blew. She'd rather they come to Galan's capital, Glaril. She found seeing them in flesh and blood in 3-Dimensional space everyone shared more satisfying. It eased negotiations and discussions. However, the dire need and short time constraints forced her to go to the Prophets' home. In the back of her mind, she knew this trip straddled business and love matters.
Her black stirrup pants inside her cooling insulating boots kept the sand out as she trek closer to the inner circle of the abandoned columns. Once she pierced the circle, she kept stepping confident into the core. An ancient presence surrounded her. She turned her head 180 degrees as she approached the apex. Then a static vertical wiggly line of blue electricity crackled before her. Ah, the crack between the world’s 3-D and 4-D space, Akyria thought. She pressed forward, the blue wiggly lines opened up like a Mandolora, and she disappeared from sight.
Immediately she came into a broad chamber with cool marble flooring where men and women in diaphanous white robes down to their ankles sat erect in a blue glowing chair. They sat in a huge one hundred-person circle. Cool air blew. Akyria shut off her insulating jacket and boots. One empty chair held no inner light. Whenever a member stood up and left, and Akyria didn't know where they went, they just disappeared; their chair's internal light went off.
"We expected you sooner, Akyria Vice Chancellor," said Belolad. He remained seated but waved her inside the circle. "Come have a seat."
Akyria moved inside the circle wondering when the inevitable pink-glow chair made its presence. The Prophets disappearing and reappearing musical chairs was old legend. Akyria worried for Lord Tweezer safety. For once in her life, she decided to get some outside spiritual advice. Even if The Prophets advice held no value to the Slith, she knew well enough too many events converged. Ah, the pink chair waiting to glow when she sat down, thought Akyria. Her confident walk gave the appearance of examining new recruits. She moved toward the pink chair and sat. The chair glowed against her black stirrup pants and the back against her black jacket.
She composed her thoughts. She needed insight. Very few people could afford to visit The Prophets. The desert trip being some 1,000 miles inward. The Prophets made the rounds like any old fashion religious organization in the eastern countries before zero AD on old earth.
"I'm here for myself. No other."
"You come from a fine and loyal family," one of the one hundred members in the circle said.
Akyria never took her eyes off Belolad. "Lord Tweezer's been encouraged into a mating with Queen Morah of the Quoardians. A child with special powers will be given to the storm, the spacial anomaly, the Black Hole tearing Tinion apart. What I want to know is . . . Will Lord Tweezer marry this woman? And, What will this mean for Galan society?"
"The child must be born of purity," a female’s voice said to Akyria's left.
Akyria turned and stared at the shorthaired woman in silent. She was of Mexican descent. Akyria thought to herself, whatever the reasons for old Earth destruction, it solved the racial strife. All throughout both societies all the races cooperated and blended in every function. Akyria didn't want to talk about purity. The concept sickened her.
Belolad said, "1F.385490 is correct, Akyria. Purity rules cannot be avoided. And 1M.479808 is correct; you come from a loyal Galan family. Saving Galan by this marriage contract serves two purposes. One the planet must be saved. Two the child must be born with power from both genetic stocks."
Akyria looked into her hands. Her gentle hands that holds the powers to if not wipe out the Prophets at least scatter them abroad into the third or fourth dimensions. Any concocted reasons might due. Rolith despised the Prophets anyway. He's often wanted to move against them but she and Lord Tweezer prevented Rolith's rash actions.
1F.598433 said in her gentle announcer’s voice, "The planet is sick of war. Both societies stand ready to leap into greater advancement in philosophy, science our entire beings--if we can simply survive this period."
The member who left returned from the third Dimension and Akyria watched them move behind her and sit. "What negative forces strive to prevent this union?"
1F.000493 replied, "The Slith. Lord Tweezer's love for you. Your love for him. His love for Galan, but if you want the details you must visit the Right-Hand Prophets."
"More than one set of Prophets!"
"Of course," Belolad said, "We represent the good."
"We're Left-Hand Prophets," said 1F940766.
Akyria sighed, "This is silly. What value is in separating yourselves?"
Belolad said, "The Prophets existence in this form for all of Tinion's time. Visit the Right-Hand Prophets. They specialize in what is evil to Tinion's destiny."
Miffed Akyria stood up. "And where do they hide?"
Belolad said, "Move to your right, just outside this circle you will find them."
"Thank you for your assistance," Akyria said. On stepping outside the circle, she entered another group of Prophets dressed in black diaphanous robes. The cool air put her at ease. Accustomed to some of the rules, she walked into their circle and a pink chair appeared. She sat. Her chair glowed.
Hylas said, "Welcome. The Right-Hand Prophets can answer your questions."
"You know what I've been saying?"
"Any evil thoughts alert us right away."
"And the answers."
"The Slith doesn't think the spacial anomaly is a real threat. They fear the Quoardians technological superiority. They want to crush the Quoardians at all cost and they need Lord Tweezer's unquestioned support."
"The spacial anomaly is real. It is causing all types of destruction. This constant chaos is Rolith's doing, isn't it?"
"Rolith is the petty architect, yes, but no one opposes him. Lord Tweezer wants the military victory because he's determined to win something his ancient parents started long ago. He's torn between saving the planet and retaining the support of the Slith. He wants the people's support, but he knows that people support can be manipulated by the Slith."
"Why doesn't Lord Tweezer just destroy the bad seeds in Slith?"
"Because if he destroys the Slith and the planets is saved. The Quoardians might destroy Galan."
"So he fears the Quoardians do not want peace?"
"Precisely."
"He will marry her and see if she wants peace. Then he will decide to move against the Slith," Akyria said out loud to herself.
"Provided the Slith doesn't prevent the marriage or childbirth."
"And such threats are in progress?"
"Yes. Many negative forces spin around the couple. You are one of them?"
"Why don't any of your member speak?"
"Because I am the unquestioned leader," said Hylas. "Evil's efficiency gives it strength. It takes time to listen to all opinions. Reason. Persuade. Come to good conclusions supporting all."
Akyria stared at Hylas. "Why should I believe you?"
"Because I'm evil. Evil has order and leaders too; Good has order and leaders. We're not evil in the sense of wanting the planet destroyed. I represents the expression of those who by whatever persuasion might have the planet destroyed, greed, lack of self-worth, personal power, habit, manipulations, propaganda, lazy awareness of events or blind determined ambition--that is the worse by the way."
"I can see that," Akyria. "I want to win as well, but winning the war might destroy the planet."
"Others are making preparations to escape to Gian."
"What!"
"Yes! History repeats itself!"
"I'll put a stop to that!"
Hylas shrugged his shoulders. "I deal only with evil, not good. Sorry."
"I'm stepping out of the way of this marriage. What do you see now?"
"The world remains on a course of destruction. Even to the last seconds the path remains."
"But you can't see if the planet is saved."
"That is not our responsibility."
"Why can't Lord Tweezer's family and mine make a union? Not me, but maybe down the road?
"Because your family is good and Lord Tweezer's is evil?"
Akyria face registered embarrassed shock. She turned and watched a female member leave and her blue glow light went out.
"But . . . our family has support his family for generations."
"Evil cannot exist without good supporting it in some fashion."
"If I left Lord Tweezer's service what happens to Galan and Tinion?"
"That is good and outside of our parameters. Great evil builds against your family if you leave."
"Now I have to go back and ask the Left-Hand about these same matters," Akyria said irritated.
"Each force specializes in its work. It is the human existence to negotiate or navigate between those two specialties."
"I think it's silly."
"Why have the Slith then?"
"Slith's purpose is not to stir up trouble and force events and then beg for resources of the nation to get them out of their jams. But I do see your point. If there was a proper evil out there, Slith's the one to handle it."
"A proper evil is the key."
"If you tell me, so . . I can assume you mean Slith's operations now are not dealing with proper evil."
"Yes."
"One last question, where are these members going?"
"To do evil or manage evil. As long as someone manages evil, chaos will not reign."
"War is not chaos?"
"Yes, but it is orderly and serves a purpose. Teaching people by the Right-Handed path."
Akyria began to understand. "We do not like evil but evil teaches us things when we refuse to learn it from good?"
"Who would volunteer to avoid marrying someone who is the King, possessing ultimate wealth and power?" said Hylas.
"Absurd."
"It is the way of the world, always has been, always will be."
"Yes. Evil will be with us always."
"Does not mean--." Hylas stopped himself, "I deal with evil. Any more questions?"
"No. Thank you," Akyria said, and getting up she turned around. The faces she wished she could memorize. If she could see, evil, if they wore a mark, she could better manage things. "Wait! I've seen these faces before! You're the same faces as the Left-Hand Prophets!"
Hylas nodded, "Yes we are. What you are seeing is the opposite of our good selves. Each of us has a good self and an evil self and they are forever battling for goals."
"And here I'm thinking you Right-Hand Prophets are against Galans and against me. If I wiped you out I'd wipe out the good as well." Akyria was baffled for the second time in her life.
"Correct. If you, Akyria, sat as a Prophet, you'd be in two places. The one side of you wanting to marry Lord Tweezer because you were long term friends and lovers would be here. The side of you wanting to save Tinion and against the overbearing out-of-control power of the Slith would sit with the Left-Hand Prophets."
"Wait. Rolith likewise would sit here and there." Akyria paused and pondered.
"If he were a Prophet, yes."
"Good exist in Rolith."
"No good exist in Rolith."
"You just said, we each."
"Rolith has made many negative plans and evil plans within those negative plans. Those plans rest here. He thinks what he wants is to help Tinion, Galan, and even the Quoardians, but in actually he just wants power for power sake. He wants control. He very rational in his approach, I must add. His group gives him confidence and the more people he adds the more blinded and evil he becomes. Alone Rolith might be a good guy. He's in an environment where he has secrecy and power to do evil, and this enables him to greatly manifest his evil side."
Akyria said, "People do evil faster in a group than alone. He wants to be the power behind the throne."
"For a while, but even that's beginning to bore him."
"How can I reach his good side?"
"Alas, I only handled evil, not good."
"Rolith's misguided actions will force us to do good."
Hylas shrugged his shoulders.
Akyria walked away toward the left and reappeared in the center of the old dilapidated columns. She clicked on her ventilation jacket, tightened her lips against the hot blowing sand entered her Hoover craft and returned to Glaril.
end chapter 16
Custom Search
This page was last updated: August 23, 2009
“You've heard a lot about The Way, The Truth, and The Light," said the Last Prophet CE. "Well I tell you I am before The Way, The Truth, and The Light."
--FROM THE LAST 3,500 SAYINGS OF THE LAST PROPHET CE.
Save 5% Off Pet Products - Enter Coupon Code CJSPRING5 - MuttMart - Everything For Your Dog For Less
