With this post I am at 50, more than a year has passed since I started the SSS, I started these months before my mother past from this plane and into the next, and the first post went up two days after her untimely passing. I chug along slowly as ideas trickle in from wherever it is that ideas come from, but there is a plan, a long term goal and a plot. With todays post, which is a day late because a dog ate my internet, we finally have some answers and a hint at the future.
We burn towards the Event, followed by the Year Zero and culminate in the Coming Darkness, trust me there is a plan, and we will get there together.
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.
With this post I am at 50, more than a year has passed since I started the SSS, I started these months before my mother past from this plane and into the next, and the first post went up two days after her untimely passing. I chug along slowly as ideas trickle in from wherever it is that ideas come from, but there is a plan, a long term goal and a plot. With todays post, which is a day late because a dog ate my internet, we finally have some answers and a hint at the future.
We burn towards the Event, followed by the Year Zero and culminate in the Coming Darkness, trust me there is a plan, and we will get there together.
Sapphire
sat down hard on a bench in the main temple then sighed loudly. Wynn was off talking to the Proctors and she
was being confined to the temple to ease the transition of a non-magickal
entity into their city.
She looked
around the temple and looked at the stain glassed windows lining the
walls. There were many more here than
there were in Carcass, and all of them were intact. The largest of them all was of Jerusalem Walker. He was flanked with Discord at his right hand
and Pandemonium at his left. These
reliefs were more detailed that the others and she found herself drawn to
Pandemonium and she mind kept returning to the last moments of the event. She frowned at the reflection and a tear
rolled down her cheek. She turned away
to take in the rest of the building and the other windows.
One drew
her eye almost immediately and confused her at the same time, a black room with
a man made out of white and rays bursting forth from him. It was labeled The Beginning of The End is
The End of the Beginning.
“Destiny,”
a voice said behind her. Sapphire turned
and watched a older woman walk across her field of vision and vanish behind one
of the shelves of book that filled the temple.
“How do
you mean?” Sapphire asked in response.
“All
journeys are the same journey; it is just the road that is different.” Was the response from another female voice,
this one was younger.
“I don’t
understand,” Sapphire responded.
“You
wouldn’t. You aren’t one of us. You do not have the magick within you,” a
final male voice spoke from directly behind her. She turned to face the older man, his hair
grayed by age.
“I’m also
from another universe if you wanted to take your comment a step farther. I am almost unique, but there are others from
my world trapped in the universe.”
Sapphire met his eye and held it, it was almost as if she was talking to
Walters, without the uncomfortable darkness hidden behind the eyes, the stain
of his soul bleeding through.
The man
nodded. “I am Thaddeus, Master of Arms
and this is my wife Kimalia the Judge, and our daughter Annelletta the High
Priestess. We are the Proctors of
Sham’bala the Mystic City and you are welcome here until the prophecy has come
to pass.” Sapphire nodded.
“Can I ask
another favor?” She asked. He nodded at her.
“Do you
mind if I read through some of these texts?”
He moved his head to the side and it was his wife who responded.
“Yes,” and
then the three of them were gone.
Sapphire shook her head and grabbed one of the first books that called
to her and opened and began to read.
Religion 108 - Part 3 “The Book of
Revelations”
‘And lo there came of a beginning’
‘They were of the count of three, a
Trinity’
‘One Angelic, Heavenly, and Good’
‘One Dark, Hellish, and Evil’
‘The Last was of a strange sort, Neutral’
‘These Three became one in Voice and
Power’
‘And From the White Sprang Forth the
Universe’
‘Built upon the Ashes of the Stars
Twin and the Prime’
The Ballad of Jerusalem Walker
“We made a
mistake coming here. We should have
started with a clean slate. This dead
world…it should have stayed that way.”
“We three
were of more power than the universe we were born in was capable of handling
safely. So we decided to leave that
place and a find a universe that we call our own, or change into one that we
could thrive in.”
“It took
much time but we soon found ourselves in universe claimed by the void, wiped
clean and perfect for our purposes. We
felt the remnants of the world before, the ashes of a world much like our own,
but it had been touched by the Primes.”
“In our
arrogance we decided to start here and rebuild this Twinstar and make it our
own, add things we liked from our pasts and forge a new future. Each of us sacrificed a portion of our raw
strength and a new universal constant was born.”
“Let there be light, and there was
light.”
“We
realized that our lives were finite, and decided to craft the first being, the
guardian of this universe, our watchdog.
More of our strength was lost and the first being was awakened. We quickly realized our mistake and the first
being uttered one sound, a scream and the power inside of it was warped inward
and it exploded and imploded at the same time, ripping a tear in the face of
space/time, one that echoed into the past and far into the future.”
“The
Kaleidoscope Cascade was born; the tear in which we had come into this universe
was something we had created after we had arrived. But as the past had caught up with the
present we were able to see the echoes surrounding the tear, echoes of other
universes.”
“We
contemplated reversing the Cascade but soon realized that the power needed
would weaken us before we had even begun, or kill one of us should we require
the sacrifice so the Cascade remained.”
“The
thought of one guardian was discarded and we decided that more power taken from
each of us could be crafted into an army of watchers, so we purged the emotions
that we felt would impair our future tasks and the entities were formed into
the ether.”
“This was
also a mistake, the War of Sorrows ripped at the heart of the universe and
lasted many long eons, and when it was finished the universe was a darker
place. We had failed again. So we retreated to our home worlds echo and
tried one final time to guide the universes hand. Few of the entities lived and several were
wounded beyond the capacity to live long, so we took love and hate and crafted
them into the soul of Earth. So the
cities were born, I founded Sham’bala and lived there to guide humanity as a
wise mystic, Pandemonium took the opposite side and the city that would become
Carcass was unearthed, and in between them Discord watched from the Hollow, the
final prison.”
“This
worked for a time.”
The Lament of Discord
“When we
crafted this world we pulled upon our own personal memories and added them to
the mix that was already here. In my
past I was in love with a man and I lost him to a great monster that destroyed
world after world. In the end I had to
slay my love and this broke me.”
“But Scott
soon found me and told me his plan to start anew, somewhere else, some place
that we could make ours, and if I wanted I could bring my love back. He would not be the same man I had fallen
for, only an echo.”
“I
agreed.”
“So when
we started anew the man I loved was reborn, crafted into a position that would
suit him. He would watch the universe
and document all that he saw and commit that Knowledge for any who wanted to
gaze upon its splendor.”
“I could
not see that I brought that same darkness with me when we began and that same
evil claimed my love again, and tainted him and his new master further tainted
the Knowledge he had gathered. I was the
only one in the universe that knew his true name and I would take that with me
in the end, but the evil that was A’gon would be left in the world as a
corruption, but just as he fell in my universe so too would he fall in this
one, I only regret that I will not be there to witness it.”
Some time
ago…
Spectacular
watched as the Cataloger purged his name from the Knowledge, the corruption
taking any trace of his identity and that of the prior scions and any future
scions as well. It was a brilliant plan,
but he was smarter. He wound back time
to learn the name of this traitor and smiled with a cock of the eyebrow at
symmetry of it all.
“Who names
their child after Jason’s boat?”
The Torment of Pandemonium
“I had one
job where we came from; I was the one who stopped the Man in White and sealed
the Black Room, I failed in this task.
His avatar was unleashed at our universe was lost. Scott and Clarissa do not know that I failed
in my only job.”
“Always I
am in turmoil, my emotions ruling my abilities and my focus. It was during one of these episodes that the
Void was unleashed and the universe was lost, once unleashed the void cannot be
stopped. Though I believe that the void
has a counter, something or someone that can halt its progression, but I have
never located or managed to confirm this theory.”
“Thus I
have failed, the void inched its way across reality consuming everything in its
path and it was then that I decided that the three of us needed to leave and
start anew. We three aberrations shifted
through a crack in the universe and fled as the void consumed searching for a
universe to begin anew, finally settling on a universe scoured clean by a void
avatar in the past.”
“Mercedes?” Scott inquired. I turned to take him in, my shame hidden from
my face even though it tore at my soul.
“Is this a place to start?” I
nodded at him.
“If we are
to be the caretakers of this new universe perhaps we should rename
ourselves?” I asked Clarissa and
Scott. They nodded, for they knew that
true names held power. It was in that
moment that Scott became the Jerusalem Walker, Clarissa became Discord, and
Mercedes Whitman became Pandemonium.
EPILOGUE
At the
very center of the universe sits a room, and in that room sits a man in white
surrounded by the black, just waiting for the perfect moment to announce
itself.
TBC in
Religion 108 Part 4
