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The life and times of a world where the incarnation of human ideals have a physical presence.
In the beginning there was ether and they were one. There was nothing else and they were content. Then came life and death rose from the ether and gather what was his. Then came thought and Destiny rose to gather what was his. Humanity rose, and love spun free of the ether. And when love rose close behind came hope and despair arm in arm, every growing, ever receding.
There are many more, more are yet to come as the world changes. As new needs arise, they are not gods they are an essence a substance to which the world must abide. When they rose and what brought them forth is not known. Simply that they are now and have been for as long as the word has been spoken and history passed down.
Different names, different shapes different forms, sometimes one more dominate than the other but always there. Lurking in the shadows, keeping their personal balance as they dance through human history, their reach far their effects well known but still bound by the ties of destiny.
“Ate, Ate,” the worshipers cried and sitting beside his sister he simply stared.
“Greeks are strange,” he mumbled.
“And why is that dear brother?”
“They worship misfortune!”
“No they pray for misfortune to befall their enemies, they obviously recognize my worth. She said with a grin. Now don’t be sad because they see you as part of their other god. I’m only a minor deity dear brother. We are in a tiny temple in a tiny city state. I will give them what they ask for and they will move on to worship war.”
“Well it’s the first time I haven’t been asked not to rain misfortune it’s a welcome change.” When he simply rolled his eyes she smiled. “Look at it this way brother, the other’s misfortune is their fortune, and you don’t even have to do anything instant balance.”
“So you have your fun and take away mine?”
A benevolent? landscape changes the lives of many.
The land had always been there and always watching. Taking them by the carriage full, boatful, train full, even by the plane full. It would force them to decide never telling them why. It would force them to change work their way through the pain, some would die. Some would be lost. All would choose and be judged for the land showed no pity and showed no love.
Desert and oddly colored wood
Calm breeze and howling banshee
Single flame in the dark, towering inferno
Life and death
Scarce and Full
Frozen to the core
Now the judgment comes. Have you seen the change? Do you know what the land now has running through your veins? Do you truly want to be set free for there is no turning back once you see,
Eight. (in its unedited NaNo mad glory)
Its Magic. Idiot.
Sitting at the register of Sctoma Sera was bored. She had plans to meet Bug later that night flaming over to DC for dinner and a movie or a night of wandering that might bring them back into the city but for now she was bored.
It was the middle of the day on a Wednesday, not many people were in the market for suppressors, amulets, or any of the other back room goods and the front room was a hodgepodge of craft supplies. Felt, yarn, cloth, papers, paints, pencils, all the accoutrements for an aspiring artist or crafter.
Turning to the cash register that was also a fully functioning computer she sighed.
Standing on park she glanced toward Grand Central and stared. Ever since the first time she had seen the giant statue of Hermes she had been entranced. She watched trying to decipher if it was an unconscious illusion. She held up her camera an excuse to any one paying attention to her that she was just a foolish tourist, as much as the very thought rankled her. Continue reading
Eight. (in its unedited NaNo mad glory)
Its Magic. Idiot.
Sitting down on her bed she pulled her laptop onto her lap and connected the camera to it uploading both the videos and deleting them from the camera, before she began the email to Jamie.
Here is the video I mentioned. According to big J he saw nothing but I am attaching it anyway and another video of myself performing the motions I saw the statue perform. We got a new supplier as well, he’s designed new suppressors and big brother apparently does not like it which is a good enough reason for me to give the guy a chance. Do not worry I will test them out before I sell them on his word.
Anyway have a great night.
Approaching the building she felt as if she could already smell the sterility along with fluids most people never smelt in their lives. Entering the building she flashed her ID and the aging security guard waved her in with barely a glance. She stopped at the cold metal doors and with a grin swiped her ID pass and entered the room.
“Be with you in just a minute.” Continue reading
‘First Meeting 3 years ago?’
The doorbell rang and Sera looked over at Joshua climbing up the stairs to take a look at the attic and sighed. “I will get it.” She said not hearing Joshua call as she took the stairs three at a time.
“Hello?” She called through the front door looking through the peep hole. Joshua appeared behind her almost instantly and pulled the door open. “Hello Father, Salil,” Joshua said pulling the door open and allowing them entrance.
“This is the home you have chosen?” He asked something in his voice making Sera start as she looked at him. He was much shorter than his son, though not a short man and she would put his height at 5′ 8″. He was dressed in a black suit, with long black hair that reached his waist. Everything about him, looked soft delicate and exotic. His eyes were slightly almond shaped and she wondered where he was originally from all those thousands of years ago when he was born. His eyes were an obvious violet color, and his skin so pale that the natural spots of pink on his cheek stood out greatly, though they did not deter from his appearance.
Though Sera’s pervading thoughts, were too old and too short.
“This is the one you have chosen to live with?”
“Yes Father, we became friends in high school. Sera, this is my father Lord Nova.”
“Can they tell?”
“Not as of yet,” he replied fingers clicking away at the keys of his keyboard. “This is where those fools went wrong. This is a new age and they should act like it,” she said taking a step behind him and looking over his shoulder.
“They were slowly becoming acclimated.”
“Yes at their pace we might have gotten word processors in the next decade or so.”
“Are you not worried about her vow?”
“Have they ever seen any proof that it was a sign of child’s power? Short of that nothing they did could stop her until they reunited her with her chosen parent?”
“You were not there.”
“No I was not, all I have are the fears of old doddering idiots. Tell me what I need to know.”
“Yes Mistress Sana. She was twelve.”
Sera had felt a cold dread from the moment they had left Niagara Falls though she did not know why. Something somewhere was very wrong and it hurt her to think about it let alone understand it.
She looked up at the driver seat and her father. It was just ht two of them which was the way she liked it. His current girlfriend had been called off to shoot fitness models in the Caribbean and jumped at the chance instead of heading to Canada in the dead of winter.
They were driving through the trees when it happened. She could not explain what had happened but there was an explosion inside her that shattered her walls and her first conscious thought though the shock was ‘Do not let it hurt dad.’ Her father feeling the lash of power pulled over and turned to her in the back seat.
“Are you okay? Let’s get out of the car,” he said just as quickly.
Hands and most of the rest of her shaking she found it very difficult to focus or even get out of the car and suddenly there were arms around her pulling her to her feet.
“Sera I want you to look at me.”
Yawning Sera woke her body exhausted she shuffled out of her room into the room across from her own. “Joshua?” She whispered and was greeted by a hand moving the blanket aside. She crawled in beside him and took a deep breath.
“How is he?”
“Tired, confused, scared, but he will be okay. You did great.”
“Okay, cool so he’s kid sized again?”
“Yes you do not remember? You made a play date.”
“Yes, you said you must go to the park.”
“Huh, want to explain those?”
“Those what?” Sera asked confused. Joshua slipped his hands into hers and pulled them out from under the blanket and held them together showing the image of a Phoenix with its wings spread.
“Oh that, yeah well that’s Shi’ar.”
“Shi’ar? Is that supposed to mean something to me?”
“Um, it’s a phoenix entity that’s been in my mind for as long as I can remember, together we locked it away to keep it safe from the order when I went in for my trial but I do not remember what happened, how we were supposed to break it and she got loose when I was searching my mind to find a way to fix Ali.”
“She’s always been there?”
> From: email@example.com
To: lil_J@jspace.net , big_J@jspace.net
Subject: Red Streak
So, Kevin really held up his side of the bargain and then some. I’ve attached the article for your viewing pleasure though I’m sure you’ve most likely seen it Jamie.
‘New Suppressors Wow Red Streak’ By AT
Red Streak, recently discussed due to the accidentally injuring of their lead singer while wearing a suppressor so that he was unable to defend himself had sworn off ever wearing one again pitting him and his band mates in a head to head struggle with the order and their statues of public interaction in place since 1961.
But surprisingly the lead singer has had a change of heart. As he says, “I never wanted to break the law but if I could not be safe in the suppressor I was not going to risk my life wearing them. Unlike America’s favorite incubi and what the order believe I am not able to use my abilities to improve my career.”
This reporter, intrigued took the time out to learn more.
AT: Where did you find these new suppressors?
RS: They found me, Sera (owner of Scotoma) approached me after seeing the article and told me about a new set of suppressors she wanted to start selling.
AT: Why did no one else know about these things? If they are so wonderful?
RS: She mentioned the designer was having a bit of a distribution problem. And she had only started selling days before.
AT: And what makes these suppressors so appealing?
RS: One the feel, you do not know you’re wearing one until the magic you try does nothing. And two the safety clause. If you are in danger it deactivates and falls into place like regular jewelry.
AT: Have you tested this?
Arriving at his home Joshua had never been so nervous. He was almost positive Sera would not be awake so he was stunned when he entered and found her with a damp cloth to her head, Lucky resting on her chest as Adam stood guard over her as Glenn did something in the kitchen.
“Hey Joshie,” Sera said wearily. “How many did they send after you?”
“Sexist bastards,” Sera muttered as a hand went over her face.
“What? What did they send after you? You froze three of them and sent them to the park?” What about the rest?”
“What rest? That was it three.”
“A mortal besting three weres is nothing to scoff at.”
“They thought Adam was human and sent a dozen after him.”
“What are you anyway?” Joshua asked the grim faced blond.
He looked at the gathered group and sighed. He supposed it would come out sooner or later. Though he had not found a group he could claim allegiance to. Day walkers came close but he had a pulse and could bear children.
“Vampire,” he finally admitted.