The Principal Schellhous was always a very buissy man, which was why when Mr. Slavinois requested his presence IMEADIATLY, he Showed up several Hours later. at which point Mr. Slavinois already knew all he could know about the Dimensional Gateway in Quantogenics lab 13. Mr. Slavinois had already quarentined the area to other staff members, though there where not any risks. school had also been cancled on the grounds that the student's could no longer get to their classes, this was because the space time feild distortion emitters where now out side of their universe...of course the students didn't know that, Mr Slavinois inwardly smiled at this. he hated the students for their contant system hacking, all so they could sluff.
Principal Schellhous entered the room slightly out of breath. "has it finaly happened?" he gasped alludeing to their slightly covert operation, "yes, but what shocks me is the probability that it would happen in our life time was almost zero." "i take that as you came up with a break through then?" Mr. Slavinois smiled and shook his head, "No suprizeingly it happend completely on it's own. which is a little odd." "why?" Principal schellhous finished leaning on the door frame and ploped himself into the hovering chair on the other side of Mr. Slavinois's desk. the door closed and locked imidiately. "Quantum fluxuations never occur at this magnetude, i suspected at first a small malfunction in the space time feild distortion emitters but i ran a full diagnostic on the systems there was no malfunction, the only reason we noticed it was because the emitters stopped emitting, well in this universe at least." Principal schellhous was nodding, a good indication to continue. "this happend on it's own and to be blunt i have no idea how." Prinipal Shellhous finished nodding, "Does the Rift behave as we theorized?"
Mr. Slavinois tilted his head to one side, "not, exactly...first of all, i haven't been able to send anything through it. there is a feild of some unknown force proventing that. our theories predicted constant instantanious transfer from one side to the other and vice versa, but something seems to be stopping it. the transportation side doesn't seem t be feasable. it also seems to be Stably unstable." principal schellhous blinked "Stably Unstable! do you know what this means?" "besides stumbleing upon sciences' first observable paradox, it means that this Gateway isn't stable and it isn't unstable..." the principle jumped in "... stable rifts don't radiate energy! unstalbe rifts do, however they close eventualy. this will exist infefinately as well as radiate it's energy into our universe! we have the power of twenty billion suns sitting right in our back yard, not only that but it's safe it's clean and doesn't have any ill effects! i'd say our little tinkering has done man kind well." Mr. Slavinois tried to force a smile "there is a catch." the principle stopped danceing around the room "what?!" "when it opened someone fell through...."
Saturday, September 20, 2008
Amorak's Secret
Amorak was pulling two long bits of wood he was able to salvage from the remains of his shack. Almost all the other wood was either lost or too damaged to use. He would have to go later to the forest to get more supplies. The problem was the forest was two miles away, and he didn't look forward to dragging the wood all the way back to the island.
He sighed and walked to the water's edge, prepared to dive into the salty water. One way or another, he needed that wood.
He was halfway across the lake when a shot of pain streaked through his body, arcing from the soles of his feet to the tips of his outstretched fingers as he swam. His back convulsed and he inhaled a mouthful of water. In seconds, Amorak was unconscious.
He awoke a moment later in a giant circular room dimly lit by candlelight. There were columns ringing a chamber in the center of the room, which was like a massive amphitheater. At the center of the chamber was a raised platform with a single figure strapped to a table. Around the platform, numerous hooded figures were swaying and chanting loud enough to be easily heard, but too low to make any sense of what was being said. Around the room, seemingly random marks of red, purple, and black lined the walls and columns with eerie symbols, and the symbols were pulsing with an ethereal light.
What is this? Amorak thought to himself as he edged closer to the platform. As he neared the figures, he feared they would discover him, but they seemed not to notice him. Rather, they kept their heads down underneath their hoods and chanted with single-minded vigor.
He climbed the few yet steep stairs that lead to the platform and the table. The figure was also hooded, the edge of a chin barely protruding out from the darkness within the garment. It did not move. Out of unconscious curiosity, he reached for the hood and pulled it back to reveal the face of the person underneath.
It was him.
With a yell, he thrust himself backwards, away from ... himself. His foot caught the edge of the stair, and he fell back off the platform. He jumped up with a fright, poised to fight off the hooded men if need be, for surely they were alerted to his presence now. But no, they were as devoted to their task as ever. He straightened up and looked at the figure again, certain he had hallucinated, but the unmistakable face was still there, lying on the table in a comatose state.
then he noticed something he hadn't before. From underneath the robes of the chanting figures emanated a soft fog, colored a shade of deep red. When he had first descended to the chamber, it was unnoticeable, but now it almost filled the while lower part of the room, with the platform solely standing above, and growing all the while.
It was when the fog reached the table and his other self upon it that all the forces of chaos broke loose. Lightning of every evil color imaginable filled the room, bouncing off walls and wrapping around the columns. Mysterious floating glowing orbs of light flew out from underneath the chanters' shawls. And the fog started to coalesce around the table and...boil?
The lightning struck the orbs, which grew in size and luminosity. The orbs then began to home in on the bubbling mass of fog. When one of them touched it, the fog flashed the same color of the orb it absorbed.
Just before the final orb was drawn in, a blinding flash of white light filled the room. The chanting figures were thrown back across the room, their incantation interrupted. Their hoods were forced back by the momentum, revealing their features to be rough and mildly scaled with a hint of red.
From the origin of the light came a horde of robed beings wielding rods which shined with the light that was filling the room. They rushed at the platform and blew away the fog, destroying the final orb. His other on the table convulsed and let out an unearthly scream of terror and pain. His shriek alerted the chanters, who leaped back to the platform with catlike speed and dexterity, poised on all fours. they were baring their teeth, which were pointed and uneven, giving them the appearance of deranged beasts.
What happened afterward threw Amorak's head in circles. The chanters threw themselves into the mass of lighted beings, whose light was now flickering in the room, mixing and swirling with the darkness of before; it was as if the light itse;f was warring with the darkness. Explosions rocked the floor, several columns collapsed, and all the while his other was still howling and convulsing on the table...
When Amorak regained conscoiusness, he saw the swimming images of Elsteba and Jacob hovering above him. He was lying on the beach of the lake. He coughed violently, and a lungfull of water sprayed out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" Elsteba asked him worriedly. In response, he coughed out more water.
"We heard you shouting, and Elsteba saw you in the lake first. It took a while before we could get past your fists in order to get you to shore, " Jacob said, a little too smugly. Indeed, he had a few scratches on his face that he had apparently recieved from Amorak's flailing limbs.
Amorak pushed Elsteba off of him and got up from where he was laying on the ground. He straightened himself up and walked off, intending to get back to his task of rebuilding his shack.
"Who were the hooded figures?"
Amorak froze. It was unmistakably Jacob who spoke, but his mind was suddenly reeling. How did he know?
He turned around. Jacob was looking him straight in the eye. Elsteba was looking away shyly, which told him she also knew about his vision.
"After we pulled you to shore, Jacob's wrist thing went haywire and threw us into another holographic vision," Elsteba said hesitantly, "We...we saw the whole thing."
Amorak glared at the two of them for a moment longer, then turned on his heel and started back to his island, all desire of rebuilding his home lost. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wait," Jacob called after him, "What exactly was that whole bit about?"
"Long live the Umbering," Amorak responded with a mix of irony and sarcasm. He then swam to his island and sat on the shore, watching the sunset. He didn't once look back.
He sighed and walked to the water's edge, prepared to dive into the salty water. One way or another, he needed that wood.
He was halfway across the lake when a shot of pain streaked through his body, arcing from the soles of his feet to the tips of his outstretched fingers as he swam. His back convulsed and he inhaled a mouthful of water. In seconds, Amorak was unconscious.
He awoke a moment later in a giant circular room dimly lit by candlelight. There were columns ringing a chamber in the center of the room, which was like a massive amphitheater. At the center of the chamber was a raised platform with a single figure strapped to a table. Around the platform, numerous hooded figures were swaying and chanting loud enough to be easily heard, but too low to make any sense of what was being said. Around the room, seemingly random marks of red, purple, and black lined the walls and columns with eerie symbols, and the symbols were pulsing with an ethereal light.
What is this? Amorak thought to himself as he edged closer to the platform. As he neared the figures, he feared they would discover him, but they seemed not to notice him. Rather, they kept their heads down underneath their hoods and chanted with single-minded vigor.
He climbed the few yet steep stairs that lead to the platform and the table. The figure was also hooded, the edge of a chin barely protruding out from the darkness within the garment. It did not move. Out of unconscious curiosity, he reached for the hood and pulled it back to reveal the face of the person underneath.
It was him.
With a yell, he thrust himself backwards, away from ... himself. His foot caught the edge of the stair, and he fell back off the platform. He jumped up with a fright, poised to fight off the hooded men if need be, for surely they were alerted to his presence now. But no, they were as devoted to their task as ever. He straightened up and looked at the figure again, certain he had hallucinated, but the unmistakable face was still there, lying on the table in a comatose state.
then he noticed something he hadn't before. From underneath the robes of the chanting figures emanated a soft fog, colored a shade of deep red. When he had first descended to the chamber, it was unnoticeable, but now it almost filled the while lower part of the room, with the platform solely standing above, and growing all the while.
It was when the fog reached the table and his other self upon it that all the forces of chaos broke loose. Lightning of every evil color imaginable filled the room, bouncing off walls and wrapping around the columns. Mysterious floating glowing orbs of light flew out from underneath the chanters' shawls. And the fog started to coalesce around the table and...boil?
The lightning struck the orbs, which grew in size and luminosity. The orbs then began to home in on the bubbling mass of fog. When one of them touched it, the fog flashed the same color of the orb it absorbed.
Just before the final orb was drawn in, a blinding flash of white light filled the room. The chanting figures were thrown back across the room, their incantation interrupted. Their hoods were forced back by the momentum, revealing their features to be rough and mildly scaled with a hint of red.
From the origin of the light came a horde of robed beings wielding rods which shined with the light that was filling the room. They rushed at the platform and blew away the fog, destroying the final orb. His other on the table convulsed and let out an unearthly scream of terror and pain. His shriek alerted the chanters, who leaped back to the platform with catlike speed and dexterity, poised on all fours. they were baring their teeth, which were pointed and uneven, giving them the appearance of deranged beasts.
What happened afterward threw Amorak's head in circles. The chanters threw themselves into the mass of lighted beings, whose light was now flickering in the room, mixing and swirling with the darkness of before; it was as if the light itse;f was warring with the darkness. Explosions rocked the floor, several columns collapsed, and all the while his other was still howling and convulsing on the table...
When Amorak regained conscoiusness, he saw the swimming images of Elsteba and Jacob hovering above him. He was lying on the beach of the lake. He coughed violently, and a lungfull of water sprayed out of his mouth.
"Are you alright?" Elsteba asked him worriedly. In response, he coughed out more water.
"We heard you shouting, and Elsteba saw you in the lake first. It took a while before we could get past your fists in order to get you to shore, " Jacob said, a little too smugly. Indeed, he had a few scratches on his face that he had apparently recieved from Amorak's flailing limbs.
Amorak pushed Elsteba off of him and got up from where he was laying on the ground. He straightened himself up and walked off, intending to get back to his task of rebuilding his shack.
"Who were the hooded figures?"
Amorak froze. It was unmistakably Jacob who spoke, but his mind was suddenly reeling. How did he know?
He turned around. Jacob was looking him straight in the eye. Elsteba was looking away shyly, which told him she also knew about his vision.
"After we pulled you to shore, Jacob's wrist thing went haywire and threw us into another holographic vision," Elsteba said hesitantly, "We...we saw the whole thing."
Amorak glared at the two of them for a moment longer, then turned on his heel and started back to his island, all desire of rebuilding his home lost. He just wanted to be alone.
"Wait," Jacob called after him, "What exactly was that whole bit about?"
"Long live the Umbering," Amorak responded with a mix of irony and sarcasm. He then swam to his island and sat on the shore, watching the sunset. He didn't once look back.
Friday, September 19, 2008
A Story Explained
When Amorak departed, he left Jacob and Elsteba on the shore of the small island. As Amorak swam toward the main land and what was left of his shack, tensions between those who remained grew.
"Well…" said Jacob as he stood and stretched his arms toward the sky "I need some time to think, I will not be far away." And with that he dropped his hover sail turning on its sun charged battery and bringing it to life, jumped on it and sailed a few meters away, to a small cove on the Island, still in sight of Elsteba but far enough away that she could not hear him.
As he came to a stop the two blue figures shimmered back to life. "So… tell me why did my father send me hear? Why did he send me hear when… when we where so close to finally having victory over the Thunder birds? Why, when we where so close to perfecting the Pathogen and final victory, did he sentence me to this Hellish seclusion?"
"First your father wanted us to tell you that he loved you, and that he did this for your own good," said the armor-encased hologram standing arm in arm with the teacher dressed in ancient robes.
"Understood. Now tell me WHY!?!" he yelled, getting upset.
The two figures looked down sympathetically at him. "He discovered that if you would have stayed in your existence, you would have been killed or enslaved. He never told us what," said Athelia, "He just mentioned that you where the only one who could leave our dying world. The solsages of our planet created a powerful weapon this you know, but you don't even comprehend how powerful. It was on a level that the second it was discovered it sent the whole of infinite existence into a downward spiral, and not even your father couldn't predict where it would end up. Some of the affects we saw on our world. The two suns merging into one dying red star, the mutation of your people, and the loss of countless lives - while these things were travesties, they are nothing compared to what was coming."
Jacob was in a state of shock. Yellow SUN!! "If all of these things have already happened, what, then, has happened to my father?"
"No one can say, we don't know if our home has been destroyed or enslaved yet by the force that your father detected, or if home is still waiting there for us to return when the time is right."
"How did my father know of this impending attack on our world?"said Jacob sarcastically.
"He found some artifacts that supposedly dated back to before the big bang. Ten years ago, when you were still pretty young, the artifact gave him dreams about a darkness that enveloped everything. There was nothing specific about the dreams, just that single impression about a dark force, as well as one additional dream about the location of other artifacts. Your father went out in search of them, and they all did the same thing - gave him dreams about an impending doom, a darkness that would swallow our home whole, and then continue onward, devouring world after world after world, meanwhile becoming stronger all of the time."
"So my father sent me to a different dimension because he thinks that some cosmic force that has tried before to destroy all of existence is coming back, and he thinks this because he found some odd artifacts that gave him dreams filled with a dark presence?" The two floating figures in front of him couldn't answer at first. They just looked at each other, then back at him and nodded. "Great. Well better get back to the others, and see if we can find some food," said Jacob dismissively, "I am hungry."
"Well…" said Jacob as he stood and stretched his arms toward the sky "I need some time to think, I will not be far away." And with that he dropped his hover sail turning on its sun charged battery and bringing it to life, jumped on it and sailed a few meters away, to a small cove on the Island, still in sight of Elsteba but far enough away that she could not hear him.
As he came to a stop the two blue figures shimmered back to life. "So… tell me why did my father send me hear? Why did he send me hear when… when we where so close to finally having victory over the Thunder birds? Why, when we where so close to perfecting the Pathogen and final victory, did he sentence me to this Hellish seclusion?"
"First your father wanted us to tell you that he loved you, and that he did this for your own good," said the armor-encased hologram standing arm in arm with the teacher dressed in ancient robes.
"Understood. Now tell me WHY!?!" he yelled, getting upset.
The two figures looked down sympathetically at him. "He discovered that if you would have stayed in your existence, you would have been killed or enslaved. He never told us what," said Athelia, "He just mentioned that you where the only one who could leave our dying world. The solsages of our planet created a powerful weapon this you know, but you don't even comprehend how powerful. It was on a level that the second it was discovered it sent the whole of infinite existence into a downward spiral, and not even your father couldn't predict where it would end up. Some of the affects we saw on our world. The two suns merging into one dying red star, the mutation of your people, and the loss of countless lives - while these things were travesties, they are nothing compared to what was coming."
Jacob was in a state of shock. Yellow SUN!! "If all of these things have already happened, what, then, has happened to my father?"
"No one can say, we don't know if our home has been destroyed or enslaved yet by the force that your father detected, or if home is still waiting there for us to return when the time is right."
"How did my father know of this impending attack on our world?"said Jacob sarcastically.
"He found some artifacts that supposedly dated back to before the big bang. Ten years ago, when you were still pretty young, the artifact gave him dreams about a darkness that enveloped everything. There was nothing specific about the dreams, just that single impression about a dark force, as well as one additional dream about the location of other artifacts. Your father went out in search of them, and they all did the same thing - gave him dreams about an impending doom, a darkness that would swallow our home whole, and then continue onward, devouring world after world after world, meanwhile becoming stronger all of the time."
"So my father sent me to a different dimension because he thinks that some cosmic force that has tried before to destroy all of existence is coming back, and he thinks this because he found some odd artifacts that gave him dreams filled with a dark presence?" The two floating figures in front of him couldn't answer at first. They just looked at each other, then back at him and nodded. "Great. Well better get back to the others, and see if we can find some food," said Jacob dismissively, "I am hungry."
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