Monday, September 25, 2017

Microstory 676: Replace Eido Giacomo

Hide the Bar Catel

There’s a lot of ambiguity and misinformation regarding Eido Giacomo. He is said to have committed the first murder in Fostea upon its original settlement. Though we can’t know this to be true without going back in time and taking a closer look, this is accepted in the historical records. Giacomo went on to a great many things after this, none of which included killing anyone else. His vow of nonviolence is as far as our certainty goes, for the rest of his life is filled with mystery and doubt. Many actions were attributed to him that he probably had nothing to do with. He was often conflated with Eido Seamus, and even Sacred Savior, Sotiren Zahir’s foster brother, Hamish. His true history is not important, only his teachings. We do know that Giacomo contributed greatly to the writings in the Book of Light. It is even believed that Sotiren dictated much, if not all, of the text to Giacomo, who copied the thoughts in shorthand, and then transcribed them in his own words. Yes, it is believed by many, and not irreligiously, that Eido Giacomo was the true writer of the book that our people hold dearest. This is a problem for some, but not most, as the words themselves hold value regardless of who wrote them down, or even who thought of them. Perhaps the Savior recruited Giacomo for this purpose, knowing that it was the best outlet for Giacomo’s feelings. Whether this is true or not, he is now longed passed, and must be replaced by someone new. The presumption was that whoever managed to remake the Club of Death would automatically be accepted as the replacement for Giacomo, but this is not how the taikon operate. Though these events are interwoven in a cohesive story, each one capable of affecting all others, that doesn’t mean everything fits perfectly and understandably. The Light works on a level that mere humans could not hope to fathom. Truth comes in many forms...from all directions. It was decided that the new eido would be determined in a more formal way. While other eidos were replaced by some trick of circumstance, this was not so of Andrea. Ileana Ulaire was chosen from a long list of candidates whose traits best matched her predecessor’s personality and achievements. These candidates have been closely monitored for much of their lives, and are cycled out of the system upon reaching a certain age to make room for more. They are essentially a backup plan in case no other possibility appears organically. This has been going on for centuries since we could not know when the taikon would come to pass. Giacomo’s successor was decided this same way. After a time of paring the candidates down to a shorter list, the Highlightseers eventually found that a little girl named Yladene Carey would fit the role perfectly. Though extremely young, she shows the greatest amount of potential. The Highlightseers did not so much choose her as she was chosen by the Light, which does not see age.

Sunday, September 24, 2017

The Advancement of Mateo Matic: Circa 1921

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It was blistering cold once Arcadia apported them through time, to a new date, theoretically in the past. The group huddled together and looked around, seeing only snow, clouds, and the hint of civilization a ways away. They were all bundled in several layers, with the men wearing tall fluffy hats, and the women hoods and scarves. They couldn’t remember changing into their new clothes, which made them uncomfortable, but they all agreed to just let it go. Surely they changed themselves, and only later had their memories erased.
They started trudging through the snow, towards the part of some building they could see in the distance. It would get larger and smaller as trees blocked their view. Only once they were nearly inside it could they tell that it was some kind of village. The houses were built of logs, often with stone foundations. They were crude and deteriorating, but it was unclear what year this one. None of them knew what kind of time period to assume when looking at this kind of architecture. It was possible for these structures to exist in Mateo’s original time in the early 21st century. They didn’t even know what part of the world they were in.
People milled about in either misery or depression, or both. As destitute as they were living from the perspective of privileged people from what was likely the future, this didn’t seem like a normal day. There was an air of unusual calamity that the residents weren’t used to going through. They tried asking a few people what was happening, but they just ignored them and moved on, not wanting to stir up trouble.
“Perhaps they don’t speak English,” Serif proposed.
“We just have to try harder,” Lincoln said. “We have to figure out what we’re meant to be doing here; who it is we’re being asked to save.”
They kept walking slowly, careful to not make any sudden movements. This didn’t seem like all that small of a village, but it also looked like it was larger than its current population. People must have been moving away in recent times. At least that was what Mateo presumed, but what did he know? They saw a few signs on the buildings, and they were all in English, so that didn’t explain why no one was responding to them. No, it was because everybody probably knew everybody, and they were very obviously strangers. Finally, an elderly woman didn’t wait to be asked any questions. She offered to help them spontaneously.
“We have traveled a long way by foot,” Darko said to her. “We were hoping for a place to rest, and a warm meal, though we cannot pay.”
“But we could work for it,” Leona said. “We do not wish to take what we do not deserve.”
“The synagogue will have food,” the old woman replied. “You can help with the children there.”
“What is wrong with the children?” Serif asked.
She turned to lead them to the synagogue. “They’re dying.”
The group looked at each other in horror. Arcadia had not prepared them for the sight of dead children.
They entered the synagogue to find several children lying in cots, each with similar symptoms. They were sweaty and shaky. Some were coughing, others were vomiting, and others were doing both. It was an even more frightful to see than they thought it would be. Most were toddler age, with the youngest probably having been born in the last couple months, and the oldest being around eight.
“What disease it this?” Lincoln asked.
The old woman was gone. A younger woman was nearby, though. “Double pneumonia,” she said. “It can be treated, but we do not have the medicine for it. Not here. We have sent word, but I fear help may not come in time. Unless, that is, you are who we have been expecting.”
“No,” Leona said with a determined look on her face. “But we can help just the same.”
She reached into her bag and took out what she referred to as her second aid kit. It had all the basic of a first aid kit, plus a few things that didn’t generally come with it. Not everyone was educated enough to carry needles and antibiotics, but Leona was, so she always wanted to be prepared. Her kit had seen a boost in inventory after she recovered from having to cut off both of her legs during the Legolas tribulation. “Pneumonia is easy to treat where we come from,” she whispered to the group while inspecting her supplies. “Unfortunately, these children may be too far gone. I can quell all of their symptoms, but I can only cure one, maybe two.” She took out one of those plastic pill organizers and opened up every slot. Then she started dropping medicines into the slots to create individualized cocktails. She stopped in the middle of it and started thinking. “Serif, go find a mortar and pestle. Lincoln, ask someone for everything required to make tea. Darko, start helping keep the children comfortable. Give them water—boil more if you have to—ask them if they want more pillows, or more blankets, or whathaveyou.”
They all sped off to complete their tasks, leaving Mateo wondering what he could do to help.
“You have the worst job of all,” she said to him.
“Like I said, I can only cure one for certain. The rest will have to pull through on their own, which they may not be able to do. It will be your responsibility to find out who it is we’re here to save.”
“Are we sure there is only one? Maybe we’re here for everybody.”
“Mateo, have you ever heard of a group of dozen and a half historical figures who all grew up in the same tiny village?”
“Well, no...but—”
“Your father was The Kingmaker, right? He saved famous people. There’s only one famous person here, and you have to figure which one of these children that is.”
“But we need to—”
“I’d like to save them all too, but Arcadia didn’t put us here to do that. If you want your father back, you have to do what’s being asked of you. Learn all of their names, and report them to the group. Hopefully, between the five of us, someone will recognize the right name.”
He hesitated.
“Go,” she ordered. “The faster I administer the medicine, the greater the chances we have that it works.”
Mateo did as he was told, and started asking the children’s parents’ their names. They weren’t particularly expressive, but they saw no harm in telling them this information. They could see that the newcomers were here to help, even if they didn’t understand how. Based on the names he was being given, everybody here was Russian, or something. He asked a couple of their birthdays as a sneaky way of finding out that it was probably around the year 1921. Why they were able to understand each other, Mateo didn’t know. They certainly didn’t know any Russian, and the villagers likely didn’t all speak English at the time. Arcadia must have put in place some kind of universal translator for them that also made signs legible, and made it so that no one realized people’s mouths as they spoke weren’t matching up with the translation listeners were magically hearing. None of the names sounded familiar until he reached the last one. A two-, maybe three-year-old was lying in his little cot. He was experiencing the same things as all the others, but wasn’t in near as much distress. He was a strong child, with an iron will who couldn’t be broken by phlegm or vomit. His name was Isaac Asimov.
Mateo had never read any of Asimov’s stories, but Leona absolutely adored him. As saddened as this ordeal was making her, she would be happy to learn that she would be the one to save his young life.
He went back to the group, and found them putting together the tea medicine the children would be given. When he told them the name, Leona stopped for a second, but then got back to work. “No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is...but the world as it will be,” she quoted. “I believe he would be pleased that a group of time travelers gave him the life I know he lives following today.”
“My middle name is Isaac,” Lincoln said with no expectation that anyone was listening to him.
“Would you like to meet him?” Mateo asked.
“And say what? Goo goo, ga ga?”
“He can speak now,” Mateo responded with laughter.
“Never meet your heroes,” Leona said.
“You met Juan Ponce de León,” Darko pointed out before heading out with two cups of tea for the first two kids to be treated.
“Wait,” Leona said, noticing something peeking out of her bag. “What is this?” She pulled out a manilla envelope. Little somethings slid back and forth as she turned it around. She opened it up and took out a note from Arcadia.
You can either save only the one, or all of them. You choose, the note read.
“What’s the catch?” Leona asked out loud.
“There’s writing on the back,” Lincoln noticed.
Leona flipped it over and read it out loud. “The catch is there is no catch. Save ‘em all, Leona Matic.” She reached into the envelope and retrieved a small brown pill, which she held up in front of the light. After some thought, she dropped it into one of the cups that Darko was holding. She then reached in again and took out a second pill for the second cup. “Go on,” she instructed him.
“Are we sure this isn’t a trick?” Serif asked. “She might just be messing with us.”
“I can’t help them,” Leona said. “Maybe this little pill can.”
They gave each of the children their tea with the brown pill, except of Isaac Asimov. He received a regimen of antibiotics. As the day went on, the children started dying off, and it was looking like they would all be gone by the end of the week. Apparently Arcadia really was messing with them. Out of seventeen afflicted children, only Isaac Asimov survived.

Saturday, September 23, 2017

The Mystery of Springfield, Kansas: Chapter One

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Over the years, little by little, the city of Springfield, Kansas disappears. I find a mathematician who doesn’t quite understand what’s going on, and doesn’t believe me when I tell her the truth, but she still helps. I give her what data, and what anecdotal evidence of the phenomenon, that I have. She uses it to the best of her ability, developing a map of sorts, of the future, which allows me to predict when and where the disappearances will occur. Sometimes she’s a little off by her calculations, but seeing as I’m the only one who recognizes it as a problem, that’s to be expected.
I use her predictions to the best of my own ability, evacuating people any way possible. I send bomb threats, and I set fires to houses, and I report gas leaks. A few times I actually cause real gas leaks, and other hazardous conditions. I get caught a few times, but the benefit in being in this corrupted reality that only I can see is that, once that part of town blinks into oblivion, I can no longer be in trouble for anything. All of my crimes have been quite literally erased. My fellow police officers don’t even remember arresting me. For all they know, I’m the weird detective who keeps getting himself locked in the station holding cells for no reason at all.
I keep track of a few people that I save, just to see what comes of their lives. My worry was that they would disappear regardless of where they were; that they were somehow permanently linked to their homes. Fortunately, I’m wrong about this. Anyone who is not within the blast radius of the disappearance has no memory that it existed, including the people who once lived there. Time rewrites itself to compensate for their loss, and they just go back to some new home where they believe they’ve always lived. As the city shrinks, I end up evacuating the same people more than once, and eventually, they leave Springfield altogether, under the impression that they never lived there at all. I keep doing this over and over again, and it’s exhausting. I quickly surrender to the fact that I can’t save Springfield, only some of the people in it. And really, that’s the important thing anyway.
As time ticks by, the teenagers who disappeared at the same time as Rothko Ladhiffe return. They can’t tell me where they’ve been, though. It’s not that they don’t remember, but instead refuse to divulge their secret. I assume they swore an oath to each other, and imagine some terrible scenario that they can’t bring themselves to admit to anyone. I try to push them for answers, but they all come back with special time powers, and I’m no match for them. If they don’t want to talk, I can’t make them. I can’t make them stay with me in the same second of time, let alone the same room. I continue to wait for RL, but he never comes back with them. Though I was technically meant to be looking for all of them, he was my true case, for he was the only one of their group with people who were looking for him. Though, I suppose that no longer matters, because his entire family disappeared a few years ago, before I could act to save them. Now there’s no one in the world who can tell Rothko’s story, except for me.
I do manage to get Tyler Bradley out of town just by convincing him his daughter is better off with him living nearer his ex-wife. Unfortunately, Hogarth returned recently of her own accord. All grown up and fully educated now, she developed an obsession rivaling mine. She becomes determined to figure out where RL went off to. She’s certain that the monsters of her childhood were real, and that she witnessed them attacking RL the night he disappeared. Though I know that she saw something she couldn’t explain, I never discussed it with her, not wanting to encourage her investigation. Maybe I should have, though, because she was still in the town when it took its final breath. In a glorious flash of light, the last remaining blocks of one-horse town Springfield, Kansas vanish, leaving me alone in the middle of nowhere. I watch it from the border, a tear falling from my eye as the welcome sign melts into nothing shortly thereafter. All that remain that prove Springfield ever existed are my badge, my standard-issue gun, and myself. The rest is just gravel road and trees.
When I was first looking for RL, I met a woman who could control time with her inventions. She called herself The Weaver, and she claimed that she would see me again in sixteen years. Her words end up being less of a prediction, and more of a courtesy call. Just as the last splinter of the post that was holding up Springfield’s welcome sign fades away, the Weaver appears in front of me. She’s wearing the same clothes as before, and I suspect less than a second has passed for her. She frowns at me like I’m a puppy dog who hasn’t been fed since this morning. “I’ve come with a friend,” she says to me. When she steps away, I see another woman standing behind her.
“Melantha?” Melantha Shaw was a third-generation LEO who moved to Topeka many years ago. I heard she made detective, but we never really kept in touch. She was the one who pointed me in the direction of a cartographer who started giving me some answers about the Springfield problem.
“Meliora, actually,” she says. “When I assume a new identity, I always change my name. For some reason, though, I can’t help but be derivative.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
The Weaver clears her throat. “I have somewhere I need to be. A zoo monkey in 2043 has inadvertently discovered a natural time rift, so I need to retrofit his cage with a few modifications before he accidentally travels to 2013.”
“What are you talking about?” I ask again, but this time to The Weaver.
“Never mind. I’ll let you two catch up.” She pushes the button on her timevest again, and disappears.
Melantha, or whatever her name is, shakes my hand. “My name is Meliora Rutherford Delaney-Reaver. I have been watching you, and I must say, I am mightily impressed. The foresight and the ingenuity you had to protect all those Springfielders. Most people wouldn’t have bothered doing anything, let alone managing to do all that. It’s given me an idea that you might be interested in.”
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
“No, Kallias, I heard you. I can tell you who I am, and what I’m talking about, but I really want to bounce some ideas off of you. I have this idea for something called The Haven...or The Refuge...or maybe The Asylum? No, that one sounds bad.”
The Sanctuary?” I suggest, hoping a fourth synonym will get her to help me with my problem, and let go of whatever it is she’s working on.
“Oh my God,” she says. “That’s perfect.” She wraps me in a hug so tight that I think maybe my eyeballs pop out of their sockets for a moment. “You’re a genius, your born for this, I need you to help me build it.”
“Build what? A sanctuary for what?”
“Humans. Humans whose lives have been imperiled by time manipulation. Like your town. All those innocent humans who didn’t ask for this. The Sanctuary could have saved them.”
“Aren’t you a time traveler?”
“I am, yes,” she says with smile.
“So go back in time and save the ones I couldn’t before they’re taken.”
“Oh, I can’t do that. It would be too dangerous.”
“More dangerous than being torn out of time?” I scream.
“Have you ever heard of a time loop?”
“Like Groundhog Day?”
“No, Groundhog Day is an example of a Groundhog Day loop. I’m talking about a stable time loop where I already changed the past. What if I go back to save people, only to discover that the only reason they disappear is because I took them?”
“I’ve seen it with my own eyes. Springfield disappears all on its own.”
“Did it, though? What if I end up creating the problem that causes the town to disappear, by stirring up some timey-wimey—”
“Stop it right there,” I interrupt. “You don’t get to explain how time works by spouting a bunch of meaningless babble that goes nowhere. I’ve watched every series of that show so far, and honestly, since I’ve actually seen the real thing...I’m not super impressed. I don’t need to know how time works, I just need to know how you’re gonna help my city.”
“Your city is gone. Time of death September 23, 2016. I can’t save them, but I can save others, and you can help me.”
“I’m not done here.”
She looks at her wrist. “Well, how long are you gonna be?”
“Why don’t you and the Weaver come back in another sixteen years?”
“Because I’ll be stuck in The Maze at that point,” she says, as if I’m already supposed to know what that means, or being serious.
“I don’t know what to tell ya, Melly,” I say.
“Please don’t call me that.”
“Your little plan, whatever it’s about, isn’t really my concern right now. Right now, I have to look for survivors.”
“There aren’t any survivors, Bran. Everything is gone. We’re in the middle of nowhere.”
“Did you use your time powers to scan the area, or do you just presume that?”
She seemed mildly offended. “If you want to waste your time, then by all means. I have plenty of it myself, but I’m still gonna go. Lemme know when you’re ready for a job.”
“Sure, I’ll give you a call.”
She disappears.
I get back into my car and drive back over the town border. A part of me thinks I might disappear as soon as I cross over, but a part of that part doesn’t care. I can’t just walk away and pretend like this didn’t happen. If there’s even a sliver of a chance that someone didn’t get swallowed up by what happened to Springfield, I have to find it. There are far fewer roads than there used to be, since in this reality, not as many needed to be laid. I do my best to get to the center of town, or rather it used to be, so I can start a methodical search. As I’m about to pull over and take a look around, I nearly run into a woman who’s already begun doing that. She seems just as surprised to see me. I get out and ask if she’s okay.
“I’m fine,” she answers.
“I’m Kallias Bran. What are you doing out here?”
“Didn’t you see that?” she asks. “It disappeared. Everything just disappeared.”
So I’m not alone. “What’s your name.”
“Hokusai. Hokusai Gimura. I’m looking for my daughter.”

Friday, September 22, 2017

Microstory 675: Hide the Bar Catel

Forgiveness for Traitors

The Bar Catel is not the only ship of its kind, but it is the most famous one. A bar is a type of interstellar vessel known for its brute sturdiness and massive capacity. Bara (true pluralization) are not elegant or attractive, but they are quite useful. They are cargo ships, often used to transport large amounts of sometimes extremely volatile substances. Bara were created 4,000 years ago in Lactea, the origin of the name being lost to the obscurest of historical trivia. The Bar Catel was one of the early models, and has been passed down across multiple cultures over time. Though obsolete, it has proven its worth time and time again, having shipped any number of precious commodities for various owners and clients. While large enough to accommodate an astral collimator capable of traveling intergalactic distances, bara were not built this way. All space needed to be designated for cargo. Around the time we were leaving our home galaxy in pursuit of Fostea, our peoples came into possession of the Bar Catel. In order for our ancestors to take it with them, they had to retrofit it with a red astral collimator, which was something that had never been done before. Honestly, there was a fairly decent chance that the whole thing would vaporize somewhere in the middle of the trip, but it didn’t. It survived, just like we did; just like we always do. We consider the Bar Catel to carry with it the spirit of Fostea. It is still in use today, with its red collimator, making frequent trips back and forth between here and Lactea. We take what we feel we deserve from them, and then we leave, while the Lacteans remain entire oblivious. Seemingly randomly, the Sacred Savior foretold in the Book of Light that the Bar Catel would have to be hidden, and that everyone who knew of its whereabouts would have to die so that the secret would die with them. In order to minimize the damage, only three people took the Bar Catel out, and no one else knows where they went. They could still be in Fostea, or they could be in a galaxy we’ve never even heard of before. A later taikon will explore its rediscovery, and we’ll go over that when the time comes.

Thursday, September 21, 2017

Microstory 674: Forgiveness for Traitors

Book of Mateo

Though it may break the hearts of true Lightseers, we understand how difficult it can be to hold onto faith. The purpose of the Light is not to provide answers...but to illuminate the path so you can find them yourself. For some, this can be a hard reality to accept. Life is not meant to be all laid out in front of you where you can do whatever you want, have conflicting objects of desire, and never work for anything. Life takes commitment, struggle, and sometimes even sacrifice. Realizing this can be the first step towards finding peace in one’s fortunes, which will allow you to move forward, and attain your dreams. But there’s also a dangerous possible outcome, one that can send even the most devoted into the darkness. We call this a crisis of faith, and if gone unchecked, it can result in a complete betrayal of one’s religious dedication. It’s okay to question your faith, and wonder whether what you believe is something worth believing, or at all true. This can lead to a dialogue between believers, which can strengthen everyone’s resolve. But at the end of the day, the Light is the truth, and its veracity does not rely on any one person believing in it. In fact, it doesn’t rely on anyone’s belief. We could all start thinking that all moons are made out cheese, but that doesn’t mean it will suddenly become the truth. The Sacred Light is all, and it shines upon everything, no matter what. Doubt in this, unfortunately, is capable of going too far, pushing the once-believer into betraying their faith altogether. When this happens, their loved ones will often try to pull them back into the Light, quite frequently to no avail. They have become traitors, and we feel a deep sense of sadness for them, not hatred. We pity their failure to live up to Lightseed ideals. Eventually, when all attempts have been exhausted, Lightseers closest to the traitors must turn their back on them as well. It does not go against our faith to intermingle with nonbelievers, but it is discouraged when it involves toxic ideas. Their darkness can overcome the faithful, and turn them against us all. It could potentially lead to a cascade effect, turning everyone within a population, one by one. Though we have lived this way for centuries, the taikon have foretold that the traitors must be forgiven, so that is what we have done. We have altered our practices. Lightseers are now encouraged to restart contact with their traitorous loved ones, not necessarily in an attempt to bring them back, but out of pure love. Afterall, that is what Lightseed really is about; the love and warmth of family.

Hide the Bar Catel

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Microstory 673: Book of Mateo

Find the Ring of Migration

We often credit Sotiren Zahir with the Book of Light, and it’s true that he was the primary author, but it was still a collaborative effort. The Book is actually a collection of “books” that fit best with describing and affirming the Lightseer’s way of life. It recounts historical events, as well as predicting future ones, and it gives an outline of Lightseed culture. It is one gigantic tome, leading readers to be grateful that we no longer rely on books printed on animals. Of all the books collected in the Book of Light, there is one missing. One of the most common questions that come from our youngsters still learning to accept the Light is why is there no Book of Mateo? This can be added to the mountain of questions regarding Eido Mateo, some of which have recently been cleared up. What we now knows is that Mateo was never what he was. The man we know by that name was at the time being possessed by the consciousness of the man we love as one of our founders. It is his wisdom that we should be searching for. Unfortunately, this man never stays in one body for too long, and his true name has never been revealed. The resurrected Sotiren has recently admitted that even he is capable of missing out on key information that’s hidden in the darkness. He was not aware of his lover Mateo’s true nature when he first spoke of the Book of Light’s need of an addendum. He had predicted long ago that the Book of Mateo actually had already been written, and would eventually be found, and included in a later edition. In a press conference, he expressed his sorrow over the news that this would not be. He was concerned about what would happen to the taikon, and didn’t know if there was any way for them to continue. Out of all the obstacles keeping the Light from covering all, could this be the one that snuffs it out entirely? As fate would have, this was not so. The Book of Mateo does indeed exist, one offering a new perspective on life and reality. As a 52-volume set, The Advancement of Mateo Matic recounts the life of the man born with the name, before and after being possessed by the eido. Taking place in another universe, this story involves time travel, loss, and opposition. A physical copy of it was discovered in a secret cargo hold of the Bar Catel as it was being prepared for a later taikon. Though it’s still unclear who exactly wrote these volumes, they were quickly adapted for their new audience, and will be inserted into the newest edition of the Book of Light.

Forgiveness for Traitors

Tuesday, September 19, 2017

Microstory 672: Find the Ring of Migration

A Continent Rises From the Ocean

Over the course of these taikon, a few bits of information have come to light. Previously, we believed Eido Feivel to have very little to do with founding of our galaxy. As it turns out, he had everything to do with it. Much like the First Ring, the Ring of Migration was a powerful piece of technology that scientists have never been able to study. We had heard of it as Sacred Savior, Sotiren Zahir wrote on it in the Book of Light. He never did say, however, who wore the Ring. He, in fact, never once mentioned that anyone wore it at all. It was always just assumed that he was the one, though no one had any recollection of seeing him with it, in addition to the First Ring. Through the discovery of historical documents we did not know existed, we learned that it was Eido Feivel who wore the Ring of Migration. It was an immense source of power, capable of summoning hordes of people without them realizing it. After we fled from our communist ancestors, we were waylaid on Earth. There we built secret hidden cities so that we would not disturb the development of native Earthans. This is a literally universal law that even we are bound to follow. Though we were all searching for a home, some of our population at the time had decided that Earth was good enough. There was already a secret immigrant civilization that had been established centuries ago. Some of our people figured that, if the Atlantians could do it, why couldn’t we? Our numbers were far too high to remain out of view of the Earthans forever, so we had to go. But still…they resisted. What Feivel was able to do while wielding his ring was attract all soon-to-be Fosteans onto the exodus ships, bring them through the red simplex dimension, and land them on the staging worlds. We had no idea he had done this, instead assuming that true believers had somehow managed to convince everyone that they all needed to leave. In retrospect, this made more logical sense, because as mentioned, so many of people were on Earth. The logistics of this endeavor could only be surrendered to the strength of the Light. In modern day, researchers learned that Feivel had grown ashamed of his hand in essentially mind-controlling unwillful migrants. Out of defiance, he threw the ring into the water of a then completely random planet. It would later be settled as Jerebelle, with one of its oceans named Eylon. When the new continent rose from the sea, it brought up with it Feivel’s ring. One of the seagoers who had managed to survival the upheaval happened it upon it as he was searching for his emergency provisions. He contacted Greenleaf, the luxury liner, and requested transport to Narvali. The Ring of Migration now belonged to new eido, Agantai Bauriter, who was still in the middle of negotiations with the Dodulkori.

Book of Mateo

Monday, September 18, 2017

Microstory 671: A Continent Rises From the Ocean

While the luxury ship called Greenleaf was scanning the remnants of Delena and Steroline for survivors, they received a new set of E285FF distress calls. These ones were coming from Doppel a, which was the first in the binary Doppel system. Greenleaf made a quick jump to the orbit of Jerebelle, the stars single populated planet, to find it in the midst of fulfilling yet another taikon. A massive tremor was shaking the lands of all five continents presently on the surface of the orbital, all in preparation for the ascension of a sixth, which was foretold in the Book of Light. The Eylon Ocean took up the majority of the southeastern tetrasphere of Jerebelle, with almost no dry islands. This was the source of the disturbance, and the Lightseeing passengers and crew of the Greenleaf knew exactly what was happening. Seeing an opportunity to make a little extra cash, the crew began to evacuate as many sea vessels from the Eylon Ocean as possible, starting with the most expensive. Though they understood what was happening to Jerebelle, they didn’t know who would be able to survive, if anyone. Before the Greenleaf could rescue everyone, the lands of a new continent began to rise from the under the ocean, and take its place on the surface. A few vessels that hadn’t evacuate actually did survive this sudden arrival, but mostly only the ones who happened to have been floating over prairies and plains. Others were struck by mountaintops, trees, and other topographical obstructions. In a matter of hours, the flood waters had receded, leaving Jerebelle with new chances for housing and development. The ones who had been there when it happened, including the ones transported to the luxury liner, were given initial control of the continent. In honor of their rescuers, they named it Greenleaf. Scientists still aren’t sure exactly what caused the Nation of Greenleaf to come out of the water, proving that even in our advanced age, there is still a little room for a few miracles from the Light of Prosperity.

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