My name is Mercedes Whitman and I'm a
hero on a foreign world. I am the daughter of two heroes, and was trapped on
this Earth during an Event that sealed the way back home forever. They call me
Black Sapphire when I’m out patrolling, and these are my Blogs.
“Without
me you wouldn't even have made it this far.”
Wynn shouted over his shoulder over the sound of the wind.
“What makes
you say that?” Sapphire responded back
at him.
“You aren't magick for one, and you never would have passed the trials of the
Grandwood.” He retorted.
“Trials?!
Seriously?” Wynn nodded back at
her. “What kind of trials are we talking
about?”
“Magickal
ones obviously, they test your skills and resolve, and each one is more
difficult than the last.”
Sapphire
sighed, “How many are there?”
“Different
for each individual, I had eleven when I came here; a few of my friends were in
the single digits. They say each of the
Proctors had triple digits and that’s why they lead us, they have the most
skill and wisdom of the whole city.”
“Alrighty
then we still should have tried to transport here, Conjuressa has a pod.”
Wynn
stopped and glared at her, “You really do not understand magick at all do
you? This place is unfindable by
science, it exists in another phase space, touching at least one another
dimension, the astral plane. You cannot
just ‘jump’ here willy nilly.”
Sapphire’s eyes were sad as she thought back on Walter’s words.
“ We've already wasted four days and we aren't even close to our goal.” Wynn shook his head.
“The
Grandwood plays with time we haven’t even lost a full day yet, and we’re
here.” He pulled a branch from the path
and the Mystic City of Sham’bala lay before them. “Hopefully you don’t manage to piss off their
leaders and we can find out why we’re here.”
Religion 108 - Part 2 “Old Testament”
From Astronomy 102 Part 3
"Those who came
before decided that if they were to be the Deities of this new universe that
they had forged on the bones of the one before, they must purge themselves of
the traits that might affect their judgment. So my brothers and sisters and I
were born. Each of us an embodiment of an attribute they found to be
cumbersome.
"Eons passed and eventually some of us began to war with one another, this was a dark time for us. By the time everything was said and done, there were only a few of us left. The remains of my brothers and sisters evolved in the ether, and became what humanity has come to call the Star Force."
"The Star Force is the remains of dead Gods?” Spectacular was genuinely surprised and astounded. “Fascinating.”
"They who were slain were scattered apart; and some of their essence evolved into the Star Force and the rest of their life force became the stars that burn in the heavens."
"Eons passed and eventually some of us began to war with one another, this was a dark time for us. By the time everything was said and done, there were only a few of us left. The remains of my brothers and sisters evolved in the ether, and became what humanity has come to call the Star Force."
"The Star Force is the remains of dead Gods?” Spectacular was genuinely surprised and astounded. “Fascinating.”
"They who were slain were scattered apart; and some of their essence evolved into the Star Force and the rest of their life force became the stars that burn in the heavens."
The War of
Sorrows itself erupted many years after we were created by Those Who Came Before. It was fueled by Jealousy and Avarice as they
mounted a two sided assault against all of us in a bid for the power that they
were able to claim for themselves after one of us fell.
We did not
know at the time that we could lose our essence to another. Cowardice was the first to fall, one day he
was just gone, and then some of the other, weaker entities were attacked and
then the sides and the line were drawn.
Two leaders emerged and other powerful emotions picked their sides and
some tried to remain neutral as long as they possibly could. That did not last long.
The War
raged for centuries and many of died or were consumed by the others, only a few
of us remained active in the following years.
In this age I alone remain, because I alone need to feed on the
universes Chaos. Somewhere Hope is being
rekindled, she grows within herself and will be reborn when the time is right
and on that day the universe will feel her and once again feel her, for that
was her true power.
I fear
that day will not come soon enough, forces are constantly in action against
Hope, and try to keep Hope at bay, but she cannot and will not be contained or
shackled, Hope springs eternal.
But some
of them lost so much of themselves when they died, what they had been was lost
too. There is not a Star Force for each
of the emotional states that were purged, but some of the strongest have
representatives. I must also make the
mention that some of the stars themselves became Star Forces, but these rare
few were not powered by the emotions but they were pure, driven excellence, and
they are the most powerful.
One of
them is on your Earth now, the Dawnbringer, the king of the second born Star
Force.
Excerpt
from a Talk with Gods by Richard Reader aka Spectacular.
TBC in
Religion 108 Part 3
