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Transcendence Book 1 New Dawn

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Transcendence Book II Black Horizons

 

 

 

 

Bloody Evolution Part Start

 

Chapter One: From Ruin

 

 

  “Calus how is your end?” Haleigh's voice rang clearly in his mind while he made his way up a mountain of rubble. Seven feet tall, dressed in the thickest leather vest, showing off a plethora of tattoos painted across his arms and chest. Amber colored eyes shifted though the desiccated landscape, if you could call it that. “Shit.” A deep voice replied shortly.

 

   “Any more specific?”

 

   “Deep shit.” A slight of wind caught his dreadlocks, he saw the motion below.

 

   “Lovely, C-3 is almost clear, I should be heading your way soon.”

 

   Unnaturally crawling on the ground below was a creature made of what looked like black diamonds. Calus's eyes stuck out when compared to his dark skin, almost predatory, a beast about to strike down its prey. “N-7 is clear.” He leaped from the overhang, free falling through his decent. A ring of light rapped around his fist accompanied by numerous letters and symbols.

 

   The voidkin looked up, with what he assumed to be it's head, in the split second Calus struck. Dispersing violently into a cloud of dust and smoke, turning to nothing in the force of the impact. He had landed unscathed in the space it had been only a moment ago. “Child's play.” This he said aloud to himself.

 

   Something took his attention in the stale air, a presence. He looked up to find a spire of black crystal four times his size crashing down on his head.

 

   As the dust begun to settle a figure strode towards the newly marked grave. “Child's play.” Dressed in a tight fitting hooded trench coat, his face hidden behind a mask resembling the uncanny likeness of a white fox.

 

   Halting his stride, having noticed a small black swirl on the ground. Two, three, six in total had already surrounded him. “Tsk.” Foxface put up his guard the instant chain links sprung from each of them.

 

   In just seconds they had bound him from the neck down. He watched from behind his mask as a shape shrouded in darkness emerged from his own shadow. Calus rose from the black with the intent to kill strung across his calm.

 

   “These chains are a stalwart ally of mine.” He said reaching for the mask.

 

   Foxface hadn't moved a muscle when his finger tips touched the surface. Calus kicked himself back, narrowly avoiding the crystal spears that crashed into the ground he stood upon. An invisible force seemed to soften his landing, the ever watchful eyes assessing the situation.

 

   “You're wasting your time.” One by one each chain snapped off of him. “I'm much more than this.” They were blown away with a cloud of dust as he vanished from sight.

 

   Calus lunged forward with the same blinding speed. Meeting him in the middle they had reappeared, their fists slammed together creating a sound like that of a thunderclap.

 

   Another spear flew to his neck stopping short by only mere centimeters. This caught Foxface's attention, a single chain link had coiled around the center. The links wipped back returning the spear to its master with much added force. Black crystal pierced through his body, splashing the ground behind him in blood.

 

   Foxface stumbled back one hand clutching at his wound. His low chuckle had almost confused Calus until he saw it.

 

   The spear had started to shrink, melding into his body as if it were a piece of him returning home. A simple chuckle had grown into laughter as the air around them sparkled with a dark shimmer. Foxface had surrounded them with countless shards.

 

   A grin formed upon Calus's face. “That pressure.” His locks raised slightly like the hair of a cat, just as the amber eyes lit up. Black ink painted across his arms and chest shown gold.

 

   Striking all at once, they jetted towards their mark. Calus had barely moved a muscle before a towering pillar of scarlet blaze engulfed him all the while consuming the projectiles entirely.

 

   Walking out of the blaze was a woman. She tossed back her gray hair with her hand, wearing a bemused grin. Dressed in a slim fitting combat dress, she held a fierce elegance that matched the dispersing inferno she came from.

 

   “And Lady Valestani joins the frey.” Foxface commented to her arrival.

 

    “I prefer Madam Scarlet.” Her eyes had settled into a light gray. “Have we met?” She wouldn't get a response. Calus had darted ahead without a care for the makings of their conversation.

 

   Standing his ground until the last possible second, Foxface caught his punch effortlessly. “Like I said,” He lifted his leg, parrying Haleigh's thin blade with the bottom of his boot. “More.”

 

   They were both stunned, not by the fact that he had stopped the pair of them, but that he had done it like it was nothing. Foxface spun his body, releasing Calus's arm only once it had snapped, and countering Haleigh with his other boot in her stomach.

 

    She stumbled back just missing him disappear. Having slipped his wrist back in place Calus lunged for Haleigh. Confused at first when he grabbed her, but then she saw the seven foot spike that now stood where she once did. Another struck out, and then another after that. “We need to split up, it'll be harder with multiple targets.”

 

   Calus released her, but even this proved almost fatal. They dashed back from one another only just managing to evade another, twice in size with several attached to its base

 

   Encased within the clusters center had been Foxface, his body frozen in crystal and limbs folded to his chest. The duo knew what came next. His body sprang to life as the cluster exploded, sending the shattered fragments soaring to their marks.

 

   A perfect circle of fire absorbed the brunt of the attack for Haleigh, while Calus had summoned a wall of overlapping chain links.

 

   “Oh to hell with this.” Her eyes flared up as she went for Foxface. Calus joined her effort gladly.

 

   They pursued him down the open street of the desolation that remained of New York City. Entrapping chains failed to snare him as he also evaded an arsenal of scarlet blaze, each movement faster than the eye could follow. Keeping up with him had been no challenge at all, yet each offensive. no matter the distance, could not touch him. Whatever they threw at him was met with either an impossible dodge or instantly forming crystal shields.

 

   “Calus I have an idea.” Haleigh's words rang through his thoughts. Neither slowed in the slightest with their attacks. Dozens more crystals had come forth, dangling high above them for less than a second before they jettisoned to the pair below.

 

   The air began to ripple and the temperature rose by at least thirty degrees. “Now!” Calus vanished from sight; a vicious dome of Haleigh's inferno surrounded Foxface along with herself. Not one of the raining spears penetrated the all consuming tempest.

 

   Inside had become an entirely different world. Every inch coated in a fierce red glare, and the sound. Deafening beyond measure, a roaring blaze true in name and strength. Foxface stood in the center taking in the dilemma now before him. She couldn't help but smile. “I would start taking shallow breaths, the air here isn't going to last long.”

 

   “What of you?” Another spear sped through the air, Haleigh didn't even bother to flinch. Once it made contact her body exploded into a flurry of crimson.

 

   “Me?” Her laughter seemed to echo in her formless state. The embers began to reshape her yet the blaze held its strength. “I'm the one breathing all of the oxygen,” From the bottoms of her boots to the tips of her waving hair, every part comprised of the scarlet blaze. “I am fire.”

 

   Projectiles struck down upon her, passing through her only slightly disturbing her new form. “You aren't the only one with more to offer.” Haleigh lifted her arm as if she were reaching out to him, having conjured a symbolence that then became encased in flames. Overlapping circles, strange and foreign letters shown beautifully, if only for a moment. Haleigh staggered back when it exploded in front of her. Through the blast itself Foxface emerged, halting his advancement once his hand had firmly taken hold of her throat.

 

   Gripping tighter the flames began to retract, showing the skin of her neck. “H-how..?” She struggled as the embers dispersed, watching the dome do the same.

 

   Six spikes came to life floating symmetrically behind his back, almost like a deadly pair of wings. Simultaneously they moved in just as Haleigh had closed her eyes. Stopping just short, the closest barely grazing her waist, something had garnered his attention. In his free hand a blade took form, swinging it at the ground to sever the chains attached to his ankles.

 

   Foxface released her, his back unnaturally bent as Calus drove his elbow in. He dropped down low, using his legs to sweep out his. Landing on his free hand, Foxface sprung into the air spinning wildly until his wings righted himself. Descending gently onto the high ground he stood, almost waiting for them.

 

   “This is getting out of hand.” She griped rubbing the base of her neck. “I feel like he's toying with us.”

 

   He held up a single finger. “Why are you even here? Elipses has disbanded and Yggdrasil has sealed itself off. The Aesir do not fight and the world has gone mad with disarray. Balance doesn't exist anymore.”

 

   Neither knew the response he was looking for. “Look around you, the world itself is willing its own end.”

 

   “What?” Haleigh looked to Calus in sheer disbelief then back to him. “I have a better question; Why are you even talking? We're here. The End.” She whipped the air with her saber. “Are we going to kill each other or what?”

 

   Before Foxface had a chance to respond the ground burst, devouring him within another fiery tower. Haleigh had been no less than pleased with her work. The flurry ended leaving its prey scorched yet still standing. Parts of his coat still burned with living embers. Foxface raised his head to meet their gazes. “I accept.”

 

   Lighting struck the ground, blinding the trio in it's brilliance. As the disorientation left them they discovered another had been added to their company. This one was different from Foxface, his cloak was much heavier accompanied by several straps on his arms and chest, with a large gauntlet fitted to his left hand. The mask he wore was featureless save for a single slot for the left eye.

 

   “Not another one of these guys.” Haleigh tiscked.

 

   “Behind.” Calus sensed the next arrival approaching from the rear. This ones mask was painted to the likeness of a clown.

 

   A gale of relief past through Haleigh, greatly settling her nerves. “Carmicheal.. What are you..?”

 

   He acknowledged her before turning his head to the two young men ahead of them. Their gazes were locked in on one another. Something about it was strange, and somewhat frightening. This moment was for the two of them not meant to be witnessed by others.

 

   “You just had to show up.” Shifts in the space behind him became a portal into the unknown. He stepped back into the folds until it closed in on him, calming the distortion.

 

   Each of them waited as the significant level of tension diminished. Waiting for a sign of danger that never came.

 

   “Calus, Haleigh, It is good to see you.” Carmicheal greeted them.

 

   Haleigh nearly took a double take. “Good to see us? Where the hell have you been? Who is this guy?”

 

  “That's just Vwiess, don't mind him he doesn't talk much.” Stepping out from behind Carmicheal was another hooded man, clearly much younger by the pitch of his thick Irish accent. Definitely the more cheery of the two he dawned no mask just a lighthearted grin and emerald eyes.

 

   Carmicheal removed his before pulling back his hood, freeing the black mess underneath. His eyes weren't as vibrant as Calus's surrounded by dark circles and age. “This is Leon Wynguard, and that would be Hunter Vwiess, my personal guards.”

 

   “Hunter?” Calus took notice of the title.

 

   “You have a Hunter as your personal guard? When did that happen?” Haleigh looked him up and down. “How old are you?”

 

   “We're actually not to sure about Vwiess here, but yours truly turned seventeen last april.” Leo answered for him.

 

   “Seven-? What have you been doing Carmicheal?”

 

   “Take a breath Scarlet, we'll have enough to talk about back at Olmhold, frankly I don't prefer the view here.” Carmicheal waved his arm through the air and a portal came forth. “It's horrifying.” He passed through as the other two followed, Calus behind them.

 

   Haleigh took one last moment, looking at what Carmichel had been. A black hole hanging in the sky above the city, and the bottom half of the Empire State Building still hanging out of it. “No, it's sickening.”

 

 

Two Months Earlier

 

 

   “Take us back.” Sophie ordered with the two siblings right behind her.

 

   “I cannot.” Curdis replied flatly.

 

   “Can't or won't?” Tyler snapped back. “Personally speaking, compared to what I've seen in the last week dulls in contrast to taking us back to where we just came from.”

 

   He took a deep breath through his nose, rubbing the space between his eyes. “When I told you we could not go back, whether you choose to accept it or not, this is the path you now walk.”

 

   “What?” Stephanie couldn't keep a level head any longer. “That is our brother. We are going back, even if I have to take us myself.”

 

   “Stephanie..” Verdandi couldn't think of what to say to any of them.

 

   “Ask yourself why.” Skuld spoke from behind his fiery exterior. Haleigh stood behind him clearly agitated. Apparently he had rerouted himself through the portal leaving a flaming incarnation behind. “Why did he choose to stay behind?” Turning to Gilgamesh as he said this. “It's better this way right? For everyone.”

 

   “I'd hardly call it better..” Gil mumbled, following up with something no one picked up.

 

   “Like it or not Caleb realized what he was becoming before we even had an idea about it.”

 

   “Are we supposed to believe that?” Haleigh muttered wearing a scowl.

 

   Curdis took another breath. A chair came to life beneath him as he sat to rest a set of aching knees, his cane planted before him with both hands on its handle. “In truth I believed Caleb to be of great importance, in fact I believed he would be the one person to save us all.” He looked each one of them over. “Jeremiah I have cost you the whereabouts of your son, I have cost the two of you your brother, I have sacrificed so much from you all to put us on this course. Since the day I locked Sarrin inside of that book I have been guiding us to this. But I was wrong. There was still so much I myself did not understand, and so many things I never knew about.”

 

   Verdandi tilted her head slightly. “Do you remember what you told us in the manor, about Caleb? The heir to the void yes? Let's start there. Sarrin happens to be the voids current master by the looks of things and that was made apparent by the second conflict, so my thoughts lie on when our young Caleb inherited this right and why he is only just now surfacing.”

 

  “Emissary of Nell..” Skuld thought on these words.

 

   “Yes. Nell is the first piece to this puzzle.”

 

   “Stop there.” Verdandi bent down to look him in the eye. “I'm going to make this clear for you; I don't want you talking in circles, I want to know how we got here.”

 

   Curdis wasn't caught off guard, it was an expression most of them hadn't seen before. It was like a parent being talked down to by their own child. “You searched through an era long before your time and what did you discover?”

 

   “Aeolus.” Stephanie spoke up. “I watched everything I could find on him read every record.”

 

   “And why did you do that?”

 

   “We discovered that his life seemed to only begin and end with the void conflicts.” She took out here phone pulling something up. “The first recorded event of Aeolus Pride names him the hero of the first and the days before the second all records of him stop.” A puzzling look dressed itself across her face. “Sarrin and the second void conflict aren't even recorded, I've only just started adding what I've learned about it.”

 

   “Did you learn anything else?”

 

   “Um.. I think it's safe to say that we don't know enough about the people involved with the void exploration. Their mission is where all the records end before the aftermath of the second conflict.”

 

   Curdis placed his hat in his lap. “Aeolus Pride, Ludious Alcross, Alistair Harknet, Essence Bell, and Ketos Prori. Four of these members were personally selected by Aeolus himself. Their objective was to discover if life existed within the void beyond the voidkin, and to seek out the heart. Ragnarok.”

 

   “They were in that place for so long there's really no telling exactly what happened, but only two came out. Aeolus and with him Nell.”

 

   “We were astounded, the other Aesir and myself. We never believed he'd come back, let alone with her.” His tone was sharp. “The two of them knew nothing of what they had done.”

 

   “Aeolus Pride and his team were not to return, they had been sent there to die.”

 

   “What?” Jeremiah finally gained the nerve to speak.

 

   “We knew even then,” The Urd wasn't going to be interrupted. “We knew Aeolus would cause the second void conflict. So we sent him to his death, and he returned with the void itself. What choice did we have? We needed to understand the void, control it.”

 

   “And then we did. A key had been forged from Nell, at the cost of her life. We had the power of the void now, it was supposed to be over but somehow Aeolus managed to get to her side in her last moments. From there you know the rest, Sarrin killed Skuld and Verdandi took the key and fled into the void. Just a few years later he returned to take his revenge and then I imprisoned him.”

 

   “I personally saw to it that most of Aeolus's life was kept secret.”

 

   Haleigh stepped forward. “To cover up what you did?”

 

   “Yes”

 

  “You selfish bastard.”

 

   “Haleigh!” Jeremiah was appalled.

 

   “No, he is responsible for so much death and he used his authority and power to serve his own needs and cover it all up once he was done.” She looked the Urd in the eye. “You don't deserve to be an Aesir.”

 

   “That isn't why I did it.”

 

   Her anger seemed to pause at his words. Looking at the man she had met in her youth and realizing still just how little she knew about him. “Why?”

 

   “Because Sarrin was once Aeolus Pride, and Aeolus Pride was my son.”

 

   Ringing silence filled the room. None say for one had a response to give.

 

   “Not going to mention the entire land of Avalon being dragged into the pit?” Skuld chimed in.

 

   “I'd rather not.” Curdis rose to his feet. “There has been enough talk of death.” His hat was returned upon his balding head. “Agatha I'd be interested to know why we are not in Chicago.”

 

   Lights filled the giant room, illuminating the large featureless walls and a metal staircase crisscrossing over the far end.

 

   Standing above them was a bespectacled woman with glares reflecting off her lenses. Blond hair tied up, she wore a long sleeved white button up and a black skirt stretching past her knees.

 

   “Because there is no Chicago. Welcome to Olmhold Fortress.” She began to descend the stairs. “San Fransisco, Toronto, Montreal, Chicago, Dallas, and seven unpopulated areas across North America have been confirmed as what we are now referring to as void territories.” The heels of her shoes clanged on the steps. “This happened within the first six hours. Since then we have lost contact with at least twenty four of our branches around the world.”

 

   Agatha approached them, her beauty was radiant but held a fierce intensity. “Most of our forces on this hemisphere are unaccounted for, and as of now Elipses has contact with zero percent of its remaining forces.”

 

   Jeremiah and Haleigh went stark white. Gil and the Aesir kept their eyes on the floor, it was clear they had expected something of this gravity to happen soon.

 

   “I don't understand.. They're all..?” Haleigh raced through her mind thinking of who knows what. “Where is Carmicheal?”

 

   “Where indeed..” Agatha flipped through the papers of a clipboard that had been under her arm. “He informed me when the first incident occurred in San Fransico and said he'd be returning once he had made contact with you.”

 

   Haleigh's face cringed slightly. “Carmicheal was there?”

 

   “Yes he left two weeks ago.” She adjusted her glasses. “Should I have led with that?”

 

   “Yes you should have.” Her fists tightened and teeth clenched. As the day progressed it became harder to deal with, but then all of the tension seemed to leave. “I need a drink.” The smile she now wore almost genuine. “Jeremiah let's go.”

 

   Without a word he followed her up the steps. It was clear to all of them he didn't want to be there either.

 

   Curdis approached Agatha. “I believe for now we need to see if we can make contact with any of the remaining allies we have, until then we will remain here and deliberate over the current state of affairs.”

 

   Agatha adjusted her glasses. “This is acceptable. There are several rooms upstairs.” She said gesturing to the stair case.

 

   “That won't be necessary.” Verdandi conjured a wafting portal in the rooms center. “We'll be connecting our respective domains to Olmhold.”

 

   Skulds flames began to diminish. “We are in agreement then? I'll be on my way, no offense to you Gilgamesh, but our newest showstopper was much more interesting to watch.”

 

   “Just go home.” With that Skuld had vanished.

 

  Once Verdandi noticed that the Urd to had left already she made for the light filled doorway. “Come along you two, much to do.”

 

   “Ma'am.” The two responded in unison realizing it had happened by reflex. Stephanie followed after her, while Tyler gave a brief goodbye before he departed.

 

   “Guess that's my cue.” Gil snapped his fingers and a familiar door appeared on the wall opposite of the stairs.

 

   Sophira lost track of just how long she had been starring off into space. It felt like some kind of daze. She shook it off. “Gilgamesh stop.”

 

   Halting his stride Gil didn't look at her. “No.”

 

   “But I know you can-”

 

   “No I can't!” He snapped. “Soph.. Even I can't go back. I'm sorry about Isaac and Caleb.” Gil opened the door just barely looking back at her. “It's better if you forget about them, trust me.” He said closing it behind him.

 

   She didn't say anything back, just focused on pain of her wounds and the sick feeling in her stomach. Agatha placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Neither of them spoke a word.

 

 

   “You broke our deal.” Tyler casually spoke trying to make some sense out of whatever Stephanie had started working on.

 

   Verdandi huffed. “He stayed there on his own.”

 

   “I don't care about that.”

 

   “Then you better stop.”

 

   “Or else what?” His voice echoed through the white.

 

   Stephanie paused leaning against the console with her head down. “It's no use.”

 

   “Stephanie stop helping her.” Tyler had lost his cool. “I don't give a damn what you are, there isn't a single thing-” His head had turned sideways without him realizing.

 

   The burn of his sisters hand print was visible on his cheek. “I can't see inside of San Francisco, what should I do?”

 

   “If you want to find your brother, the all seeing eye is the best tool at our disposal.” Phoebe spoke calmly. “Caleb might be out there somewhere and if he is I'm confident you'll be the one to find him.”

 

   Tyler had been beyond lost. “Wait..”

 

   “Your sister is in charge of finding your brother, she has all of my resources at her fingertips.” Verdandi came uncomfortably close, her exotic fragrance filling the air he breathed. “You have a job to do Mr. Harris and I expect you to preform as admirably as you always have, is that clear?”

 

   Chocking down his embarrassment, still feeling the warmth of his cheek, he watched as Stephanie returned to work without a second thought. “Crystal, ma'am.”

 

   “Splendid.” She clasped her hands together, dawning a bright smile. Another doorway opened as she lead Tyler by the hand. “Let's go make some friends shall we?”

 

Well there you have it Book 2's first 15 pages enjoy~

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-Sarrin

 

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A sneak peek into Transcendence Book III ETIO FALL

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Phase 0;  Idea

 

Do you ever think about death? I can only imagine and wonder. As a fragment, as a constant, no as a part of the cycle death is never known. For us in all of these moments I wonder if what truly lies at the end of this boundless tale of flawed nonsense is the finality of death.

 

Depression is something akin to insanity. It can hurt you, tear you apart and rip you asunder. My name has always been Gilgamesh Thanatos, in truth I have lived lifetimes, I've almost lost track of how many times I have died and left a piece of myself behind doing something stupid or reckless.

 

What do I want? I am Gilgamesh Thanatos and I have been cursed to live through the horrors of a word unseen by mankind along with theirs as well, but is it possible that I am not the young boy I remember being? How much have I lost of myself and how much is there even really left to me? What could I want, a wish?

 

If I were given one wish it would be simple; I want to know what Gilgamesh Thanatos is meant to do and stand for. Where his story was destined to go.

 

That is all I need. With just that information I could start wiping every trace of it from existence.

 

I am Gilgamesh Thanatos and this is my claim. Deep down, long ago in a place gone from this world I decided.

 

This world, I am its king, it belongs to me and no one else. On that same day I murdered my father and destroyed his entire legacy.

 

Babylon fell the day I learned what it was to kill gods.

 

If I was Gilgamesh Thanatos, I'd call myself a husk of once was after traversing the fragmentary passage that was my life. And so I knew, I was my greatest enemy of all, only I would treat my own soul, my mere existence, as disposable garbage.

 

 

Twilight shown into a dim and unlit room through a large window lined with stuffed animals. In the rooms center a young child sat on the wood floor opposite to a small desk chair. “Tell me a story.” The boy asked a stuffed bear sitting in the chair.

 

His blue eyes stared widely with a smile as if waiting for a response. “Just one story, please?” The bear continued to be silent, staring back at the child.

 

“What kind of story would you like to hear?” It hadn't moved in even the slightest of ways but unmistakably a voice came from the toy to answer the boy.

 

His grin grew wider. “Let's see. How about a story I've never heard of?”

 

The stuffed bear stared back blankly and lifelessly with it's fake eyes made of plastic. “There is nothing in this world that you do not already know, and I can not tell you a story that does not even exist.” Never breaking eye contact with one another. “You understand don't you? Well how about this then; For every event there is first a choice foreshadowing the event, an event first comes into existence when there is a choice.”

 

“By whom?” Caleb leaned forward placing a small hand on the floor to steady himself. “Who chooses?”

 

The stuffed bear stared back blankly, never responding to the boys question.

 

Caleb sat quietly in the rooms center shown only by the twilight leaking in through the window, seeming to be asleep while sitting up until his eyes opened. In the chair across from the child sat a mask with no features aside for a single slot carved for the left eye.

 

Seeming to be staring back at one another Caleb waited patiently for what was to come.

 

“The choice will be made Caleb.” A voice came from the featureless mask.

 

“But then it's no longer a choice.” Caleb replied

 

“Everything is a choice, history is not a random collection of points scattered along the perception of a timeline. The individual points are all connected in a continuum, they are all connected by a common line, no it is more accurate to say that they are all made to connect to the line.”

 

“By whom?” Caleb asked. “Whose the one who connects all of these points?”

 

The mask and Caleb stared back at one another blankly, the mask never answering the child's question.

 

Like the kind of static you'd see on a screen, the walls, ceiling, floors, every inch of everything in the room became static until it all faded to black.

 

Twilight shown through a window just barely lit the room, Caleb opened his eyes once more seeing a woman now standing in place of the chair. He gave a slight gasp with his pupils dilating ever so slightly, having recognized her as the mother of his siblings, the act however did not compromise his expression or rather lack there of. Again he waited patiently, blue eyes wide.

 

“Consciousness can actually be thought of as a highly advanced functioning upper layer to what we perceive as the real world. In other words physical reality is nothing more than an illusion. A hologram of information that flows to us through consciousness.”

 

“But Mom.”

 

“This is because of the body, physical motion, the activity of the sentient mind is merely a physical phenomenon simply caused by the synapses and the delivering of electric impulses

 

“But Mom, I.” Caleb looked at his own hands.

 

“The physical body exists on a less evolved plain only to verify ones existence in the universe.”

 

The boy looked up to her. “Are you really my mother?”

 

She was silent as her image faded from his site until he was alone in the room.

 

Behind him a door opened and another young boy poked his head in. “Caleb are you OK in here? I thought I head you talking to someone? Do you want to go mess with Steph?”

 

Caleb turned only his head to face the boy. “I'm fine Tyler.”

 

“Oh OK, Mom and Dad should be home soon if you're hungry.” Tyler closed the door leaving the boy to himself.

 

Caleb closed his eyes and opened them once more, the person who appeared before him now had shared the same likeness of his older brother. His posture had been just as strange as that of his supposed mothers but only now had the child noticed that the visitors feet hadn't even been touching the floor, only hovering above it.

 

“Tell me, are you real? Are you really my brother?”

 

“Have you ever considered another possibility?” The boy spoke. “That what flows through the perception of consciousness isn't merely electrical information?”

 

“Huh?”

 

“If we assume that it was the development of a collection of thoughts, experiences and knowledge accumulating to such a degree that caused the eventual formation of consciousness, then I have to wonder if another world was created.”

 

Caleb's head tilted to the side trying to piece together the information. “Another world?”

 

“Here in the real world God exists only as an imaginative concept, those that claim to dawn such a title typically cannot live up to its standards. Having only the limited experience of existing as physical states of matter one is not capable of discarding the body without losing oneself. But in a world of unending consciousness there might actually exist a presence, a deus ex like embodiment of an omnipresent being.”

 

“Is it really God?”

 

“I really don;t know if it should actually be called a God, but at the least I can say that I believe it could posses the kind of omnipotent power on the same level of such a being.”

 

“So then what is a God?”

 

“If you were to perceive yourself as an all knowing observer having experience the collection of the common line, having both witnessed and participated in it in both the same and different moment, could you not say that you are God Caleb?”

 

“But what is a God?”

 

“A God of such a level may have already crossed over into our perception of the real world in many instances.”

 

“Crossed over.” Caleb thought on this as words he didn't fully understand came to him. “All, Asix, Sarrin, and then there was.” A sharp tone rang through his mind obstructing the thoughts progression.

 

“It's true, all in the form of a choice.” Tyler smiled both widely and unaturally, his image fading almost immediately after.

 

Caleb continued to stare at the wall. “A choice.”

 

Edited August 24, 20178 yr by Sarrin

Oooh, what a thrilling sneak peek! It looks like Etio Fall will be delving a bit more into Gil's complicated past, and it looks like Caleb will be getting some more screentime! This was an awesome preview, I can't wait to see what comes next! Book III is gonna be amazing! X_X

*Clears throat* so what if I kept this feature going with the next book and gave you guys the darkest timeline books as well?

8 hours ago, Sarrin said:

*Clears throat* so what if I kept this feature going with the next book and gave you guys the darkest timeline books as well?

I'd be down for reading 'em, for sure! I mean sure, I don't have as much time as I used to for logging in, but I'd still like to read!

I will be posting the final chapter of Black Horizons -All Animato

i will also be starting a new thread where I will post the first three chapters of Etio Fall

On 1/4/2019 at 9:52 PM, Sarrin said:

I will be posting the final chapter of Black Horizons -All Animato

i will also be starting a new thread where I will post the first three chapters of Etio Fall

Sweet, glad to hear it, man!

Chapter Thirty Three: All Animato

 

“I have returned Ludi.” Sarrin's body formed just inches above the ground of the floating plateau.

A man dressed in white robes greeted him with a bow. “I have asked many times that you not call me that, I have a perfectly respectable name.”

He ran his hand through his white hair out of the ways of his red eyes. “That you do, Ludious Alcross.” Sarrin resumed his position on the ledge, staring deep into the swirling vortex of Ragnarok once more. “It's time you went.” His hand waved him off. “Take the Skuld of Due's head.”

Ludious accepted this order wholeheartedly. “As you command, Aeolus Pride.” Turning to take his leave, Ludious found it odd that the portal had not come. Instead the sensation of something akin to pain emitting from his torso.

Without looking back to see for himself, Sarrin knew and a grin formed in the corner of his mouth.

His head shook as Ludious looked down at the blood soaked arm going through him, it was attached to a child staring up at him with blazing purple eyes. “Don't be so cocky.”

Ludious's face cringed. “No, how did you?”

“It's odd to see you still drawing breath Ludious.” Skuld cut him off. “I could have sworn one of my incarnations watched Caleb Harris kill you months ago.”

“How can you be here, wait you saw the boy that day? Then you know where he-” He grunted as Skuld's arm pushed further.

Skuld used his power, setting the man he impaled ablaze. “That's enough from you, I have a notion that killing you myself may not do the trick but as Skuld of Due it's typically part of my job to make sure the dead stay dead.”

“You bastard.” The voice in the inferno chocked.

“Begone Ludious Alcross, I'm almost certain we'll meet again.” His body crumbled to ash around the arm. “But I have no time to deal with you presently.” Skuld wiped the dust from his sleeve knowing it would leave a stain along with the red. “Now tell me Pride, before I rip your mind apart, you really aren't Sarrin are you.”

 

 

There are things in this world the beings we consider gods could never do, what would you do if you met someone who could do even more?

 

Black sand and a still shore of glowing teal water, a red sky with dark circling clouds, in some places you could see past the sky and out to the dark void of stars.

 

My words, linger here and there, through worlds and others. In this place time has never left it behind, in a way you could watch every last insignificant piece of dust from this shore. Life flourishing, times unyielding march, growth of reality, existence and the eternal grip of death. All can be seen from here, but never could it be touched. You see this place is an end, one long forgotten by all things. It once held a name, life of its own and once upon a time this place also told also told my story.

My hope's, My dreams, my despair. Tell me, can you see it to? Do you feel what I feel?

I like to think those people, Asix, Sarrin, Scarlet, Seagul, Atlas, Alastair, Caleb, Isaac, Sophira, Gilgamesh, Malchior, all of them and so many others are just a small part of something much greater. That's what I'd like to believe, it's my hope, my deepest wish.

They will gorw strong and mighty as they always have and always will. Only that unchecked power, those indomitable wills that have persisted through the countless ages, through the birth of worlds and ends, these beings, these hopes.

These tiny fragile lights going out one by one.

Another always takes its place, always brighter, always ephemeral.

Here in the ether where all is not and I am thus, life and light cannot be here. This was an end, one that was meant for one to see.

For them, for you, and for me.

Even if it all stopped now and all that remained was saved from the continuations of the cycle, would that really be worthy of you, of them? No, you look for the ending and that one just will not do, it's not befitting of their suffering, their glory, their will.

So many thing, so many questions. Will the answers satisfy them, will this specific instance in their times finality be worth their strife and efforts? What if it wasn't? What if everyone, everything, no.

I can't believe it was for nothing, I just couldn't and even if it was I know, some part of me would still believe it served some greater purpose.

Because it was them, all of them, those lives touched by the endless cycle.

Only they deserve that much.

 

Nothing lasts forever, even me and not, with light, shadow, them, and now.

From this moment onward what we do, we do without regrets.

Hope does not guide us, nor does fate, destiny or an almighty guiding hand. It's the act of moving forward with your own two legs, reaching out with your own two hands and taking what you want.

It's this simple act of taking, of rejecting reality and replacing it with your own.

It's these actions that make existing what it is. Wouldn't you want the same? Wouldn't you fight for what you want and believe in? Don't you believe that you also deserve that right?

Then stand up.

Reach out.

Take my hand and follow me.

But remember that when we walk this path together, I will not protect you. That is up to you.

This is their fight and yours.

“I never wanted to fight. It's not that I won't or that I wouldn't, but I, I just want to make sure everyone can still be happy, you know?”

I don't, but maybe that is why.

Why it had to be you.

 

there you have it the promised final chapter of Black Horizons, thank you for reading

Oh snap, what an amazing chapter! I especially liked the end segment, about destiny and fate not being the ones responsible for one's actions, but oneself taking the steps to defy said fate! Excellently written!