To walk thru infinite worlds
Dwelling within The Wholeness of The All
A promise in my mind
~Q. Lenise Lee
Tag: sci-fi
By Moonlight : Interlude I : Hyperion and Theia
“Shall we assist them?”
They spoke, but not in a manner that any human could fully comprehend, and not in a language that any human could completely understand or speak fluently.
They existed, but not on a frequency that mankind could dwell within for more than a flash of a moment, or what they perceived to be a moment.
They constantly observed, with the children of men having only the slightest sensation of their presence.
They battled and waged great wars amongst one another and on scales so immense that the sons of Adam and the daughters of Eve were only signaled of their occurence by way of unpredicted and grand celestial events.
They also loved, more tenderly than any mother or father toward a newborn, and more passionately than a lover with a newfound kindred spirit.
Yet now, through all they had witnessed over the eons, since the dawning of all things, this moment had caught their fullest attention.
Great members of the House of the Pantheons stood on alert, contemplating if intervention was needed – not only to save mankind but, more importantly, to save themselves.
Man would continually evolve and regress and then return to a thinking, contemplating species only to tumble downward once more, as was his destiny, but the celestials were created to overcome such a barbaric cycle.
However, here and now, this perceived moment could potentially be the beginning of the undoing of the many layers and ribbons that enfolded the fabric of reality itself.
Hyperion, mighty king of Sol, looked, more like motioned his celestial energy toward, Theia, his wife, mother of Luna and Gaia.
She acknowledged him by casting forward a rippling wave of light energy of her own to touch the source of his being.
If they were to manifest into tender flesh, he would be in the appearance of a kind and jolly father, handsome and robust for his age; and she would be a startling beauty, too vibrant to be thought of as a mother and too enigmatic to be anything other than adored by all.
“We will wait,” was her quiet, calm reply. “They must prove themselves worthy of our help.”
He nodded.
She was correct, as always.
His wife was the more rationale one, and he, the more radical of the pair.
Where she was meditative and strategic, he was quick to action with pure emotion.
Still.
Still, Hyperion could not shake the feeling that on this particular point, she could be – dare he think it – wrong.
Perhaps not assisting the humans in this particular struggle could prove to be a mistake.
These two were different.
They were more like gods than humans.
Demi-gods, of course, but that was only a play on words and concepts most of the time.
Quickly, he returned his attention to the seriousness of the situation at hand.
Every timeline from this point forward played out before him.
The pair were victorious in none.
And in the process of losing, they would destroy half of the earth and most of the lifeforms that dwelled upon her, by accident, time and time again.
They were too inexperienced in this form of combat, and had very little knowledge as to how to truly harness, focus, and control the power that swirled erratically and chaotically within their genes.
Now bonded, they were like a nuclear inferno, with all of the correct fusions reacting all at once.
Poised to blow in all directions, consuming all things in its path.
“No, dearest,” he spoke to her in a loving wave, “you are incorrect. This bonded pair has already proven much.” He continued as his memory replayed the couple’s individual lifelines. “We have seen it, since their births, how they have already overcome many trials, traps, and adversities, and are still pulsing with a wonderfully bright beacon of purest light.”
He paused, awaiting a stern objection, but none came.
“Husband,” Theia replied, turning her glorious being in his direction. To Hyperion’s shock, she was smiling, or what a human would describe as smiling, if ever a human could see her true face without being consumed. “Finally. You see beyond passion. You see true reason. You see true purpose. And yes, I agree. My initial judgement was in err… on purpose,” she quickly added. “We will intervene…but not just yet.”
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By Moonlight 4.1a
“Prince who became King.”
Shay turned her head toward him. A look of curiosity washing across her cinnamon complexion. Without a word spoken, she had moved her question into Ethan’s mind.
You spoke those words to me a moment ago, he said, continuing their private conversation.
They were still making a long trail down the road that led through the center of the sleeping city. Along the way, they passed a green rectangular sign hanging from a rusted metallic pole that poked high into the overhead sky. Broadway. That is what was printed on the sign in bold white letters. Ethan had been schooled thoroughly in many subjects and had easily read the wording. He conveyed the message to Shay, who had had limited schooling and had struggled with the first half of the signage. He also told her that this road had once been a main concourse for the city; a large gathering place for all of its long-gone inhabitants. She nodded in understanding. They would talk much more on the subject in days to come. For now, she only needed this small piece of information to know that this place had once been sacred to a people who had gone silent and whose children had scattered to the four winds.
Shay had chosen to keep their current conversation private because she still had no trust for the lean shadow slipping alongside them down the road, hidden in the dark shapes cast by the large piles of debris strewn by the roadside.
I don’t remember saying that, she silently whispered to him. She was slightly disturbed by this. A full minute had gone by where she had no memory of what had occurred. It was as though her mind had seized her completed, and the essence that stirred within her stomach and chest – elders had spoken the word soul once or twice when she had inquired about it, and their brows were always wrinkled with fear and worry, dread at having said the name aloud – whatever it was that made her her had gone off elsewhere, to a place she could not recall or imagine but that she knew she had been during that moment. I don’t remember anything at all. What happened?
After you tossed the snake, you came back from the side of the road. And you were different. Your eyes and hair. Your skin. It all glowed. Not like before, at the castle. This was different. Ethan paused and let his fingers slip down to the smooth, brown skin of her forearm. He turned and looked deep into the hazel of her eyes. Then you reached out and touched me and I felt a change work through me also. You went into a trance and began to speak a verse. You called me Prince who became King. He stopped a moment, trying to give her time to process what he had said, hoping that it would spike a memory of the event. Do you remember now? Deeper into her eyes, he stared, not realizing his breath had stopped in hope of receiving answers to so many questions that had stirred up in him since that moment.
Shay’s eyes drifted off to the side, breaking their stare. Her mind tried to reach and grab for any bit of memory. But only faint sparks of blue and silver danced across her inner vision. Nothing else returned.
“It is your destiny,” a dark voice, Drek’s voice, cut into the midst of their mind-bond, what the elders would have called a phaze. “You are the end and the beginning, which is why they took you and kept you and tutored you…and tormented you…to raise you as one of their own.”
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from By Moonlight, An Apocalyptic Fairy Tale, by Q. Lenise Lee
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