Sunday, April 09, 2006
novitas
around -10YF:
Givadan paced nervously around the circular room, wondering what skill could have have made those intricate symbols on the metal walls. Fingering his new cloak and tunic (he was not used to wearing so much), he was startled when the wall infront of him swung opened. Doors in this city blended well with the walls.
Behind the door was the smiling woman who brought him to this strange city, dressed in a similar fashion. To most others in his tribe lozari cut a weird figure, always appearing out of nowhere and disappearing in the blink of an eye. But to Givadan she was special. he felt an aura of strength and agility that surrounded her. Lozari appeared surprised to find out what he felt about her, and then disappeared for many lunar cycles. Givadan was so glad she returned. More-so, when she invited him to travel with her.
He had thought the legends of atlantis were stories brought to life by her vivid imagination; but here he was, in that city.
"our leader will like to see you now Giva"
"thank you Zari..." Givadan stammered, unused to the city's tongue. "what do i tell him?"
"the truth"
" what will he do to me?"
"nothing damaging"
"what shall..."
"enough questions! He is a kind man of noble intentions; You only have to fear him if you lie" Lozari teased. She knew how hard it was for Givadan to lie. she gave him a gentle nudge, pushing givadan into the room.
despite its name, the throne room was more like a work-station. beside a desk sat the leader of atlantis, the great-grandson of the king who swore to lead his people off this planet. he sighed seeing givadan enter the room. "I am Razako, 7th king of atlantis. it is a pleasure to meet you"
Givadan stood in awe. The voice was filled with wisdom, and the eyes seemed to see most of givadan's past, but Razako seemed to be as young as he was. However, givadan could not concentrate on the king, as a crystal cube on the leader's desk was distracting him. The cube, balanced on its edge, seem to glow with an intense yet beautiful white light, matched in hue only by the king's robes.
"i see you are interested in this wan-liva curious one"the voice boomed.
"it is an item of magic, allowing me to see many thing. indeed, you may one day make your own. I shall make you a citizen of atlantis. I thank you for coming to see me. "
"the pleasure is mine, great one" was all that Givadan could mumble, as he stumbled out of the throne room, aidded by an overjoyed Lozari.
Razako sat back into his throne,exhausted. The satil was undergoing final checks. Its orbit had been mapped: to stay a constant distance away from the solar system. The three segregates had their leaders. His Inter-Segregate Alliance was ready. At last, his great-grandfather's plan was bearing fruit: for better or for worse. Looking into his wan-liva, he saw abit of givadan's potential: as one of the greatest leaders atlantians have ever seen.......
Givadan paced nervously around the circular room, wondering what skill could have have made those intricate symbols on the metal walls. Fingering his new cloak and tunic (he was not used to wearing so much), he was startled when the wall infront of him swung opened. Doors in this city blended well with the walls.
Behind the door was the smiling woman who brought him to this strange city, dressed in a similar fashion. To most others in his tribe lozari cut a weird figure, always appearing out of nowhere and disappearing in the blink of an eye. But to Givadan she was special. he felt an aura of strength and agility that surrounded her. Lozari appeared surprised to find out what he felt about her, and then disappeared for many lunar cycles. Givadan was so glad she returned. More-so, when she invited him to travel with her.
He had thought the legends of atlantis were stories brought to life by her vivid imagination; but here he was, in that city.
"our leader will like to see you now Giva"
"thank you Zari..." Givadan stammered, unused to the city's tongue. "what do i tell him?"
"the truth"
" what will he do to me?"
"nothing damaging"
"what shall..."
"enough questions! He is a kind man of noble intentions; You only have to fear him if you lie" Lozari teased. She knew how hard it was for Givadan to lie. she gave him a gentle nudge, pushing givadan into the room.
despite its name, the throne room was more like a work-station. beside a desk sat the leader of atlantis, the great-grandson of the king who swore to lead his people off this planet. he sighed seeing givadan enter the room. "I am Razako, 7th king of atlantis. it is a pleasure to meet you"
Givadan stood in awe. The voice was filled with wisdom, and the eyes seemed to see most of givadan's past, but Razako seemed to be as young as he was. However, givadan could not concentrate on the king, as a crystal cube on the leader's desk was distracting him. The cube, balanced on its edge, seem to glow with an intense yet beautiful white light, matched in hue only by the king's robes.
"i see you are interested in this wan-liva curious one"the voice boomed.
"it is an item of magic, allowing me to see many thing. indeed, you may one day make your own. I shall make you a citizen of atlantis. I thank you for coming to see me. "
"the pleasure is mine, great one" was all that Givadan could mumble, as he stumbled out of the throne room, aidded by an overjoyed Lozari.
Razako sat back into his throne,exhausted. The satil was undergoing final checks. Its orbit had been mapped: to stay a constant distance away from the solar system. The three segregates had their leaders. His Inter-Segregate Alliance was ready. At last, his great-grandfather's plan was bearing fruit: for better or for worse. Looking into his wan-liva, he saw abit of givadan's potential: as one of the greatest leaders atlantians have ever seen.......
# posted by Nambi : 4/09/2006 11:50:00 AM
