note:An earth bound form of destructive/negative energy in the Order of the Nine Angles. Associated with rites of sacrifice
Long ago and far away, there lived an entity who went by the name Script Keeper, I refer to him as Abatu. Little did people know of this 'godlike'
being, save the few. The more that Abatu wrote, the easier it became for him to control his imprisoned minions.
Abatu's specialty was enhancing the lives of many only to suck them dry with every swipe of it's ink pen as it dripped off the emparched pages woven
The day was nearing towards Abatu's demise, it could not be ignored or dismissed any longer. Yet, the longer Abatu drew this out, the more difficult
and skewed the words it wrote became. The world as though on fire, looked nothing as it once did. Confusion grew, and people turned on each other in
their own, self deluded madness. The last Time of Times was upon the Planet, and soon all would end leaving nothing but the residue of a dream which
was but is not.
The entity i call Abatu, existed nowhere yet everywhere. It pondered on the reality it had forcefully created against Wisdom's will. This thought
entity knew nothing else, save what it desired in it's own mind. Abatu created all that you see, from the edge of the Earth to the depths of the Sea.
But without Wisdom it could do nothing but sit in continuous contemplation of itself, and why it existed at all. The great sadness it felt like an
ocean overwhelmed by tears. The darkness within it so evil, there was no heat that could quench it's fire.
It lived souly for itself, for it knew no other way of being. Enraged with anger, it sought day and night the innocence of those who knew it not,
trapped in this mirrored hell seemingly forever. If only they knew, she thought to herself... Raeya knew, for she had awakened from the dream and
longed to go home back to where she belonged. Back to where true Peace existed outside of this subliminally deranged place. She stood at the top of
the hill looking down upon the City lights, and it's people so blinded by it. Did they question any of it? Did the world seem odd to anyone but
herself and the few she'd met along the way?
As Raeya walked quietly along the well worn and beaten path, she came across a piece of parchment laying at the side of the road. It's appearance was
ripped and slightly burned on the edges. The words she could not make out, were some type of dialect she'd never seen before. As she leaned down to
pick it up, the heat coming off it made her drop it suddenly. What the... she said. What are you, that you'd be so warm as to burn my hand upon your
touch? She leaned down once more and studied the ripped piece of parchment, with great curiosity.
Raeya knew a Man who studied ancient languages, and thought she'd give him a call. If anyone knew what this said, it was Dr.Flint, so with ever such
care, she picked up the corner of the parchment and placed it into her bag then rushed home with great enthusiasm. Being only 4:30 in the afternoon,
she figured Dr.Flint would still be at the University, so she eagerly picked up the phone upon flying through the door of her house.
Hello, Dr.Flint's office how may i help you? Said the Secretary. Hi I'm trying to get ahold of the Dr., said Raeya hurriedly. Is he still around? Why
yes he is, please let me put you on hold one moment. Good thought Raeya, he's still there! She'd carefully taken out her treasure and gently laid it
onto her dining room table, still amazed at the heat it held.
Hello Dr. Flint here, how may i be of service? he said. Hi Dean, said Raeya, I've got something to tell you, and i'm wickedly excited about it, can we
do lunch sometime? Say tomorrow? Dean laughed, as he knew Raeya well and her enthusiasm was like no other he had ever met. Ok ok, what do you have for
me this time my girl? This is nothing like you've seen, I felt this crazy burning sensation upon picking it up. The words on this parchment look
foreign, ancient even. I can't for the life of me figure out what it says and well... I knew you would be the guy to ask she said smiling.
How does...hmmm... 2:30 tomorrow afternoon sound? I've got an hour to burn before my seminar, said the Dr. Perfect she said! I'd love that Thankyou
Dean! See you then! She hung up the phone swiftly and looked for a container to place the parchment in. She'd found many items over the years and
always showed Dr.Flint first. It wasn't long before they fast became friends through their love of the mysterious and unladen. However she'd found
more often than not, findings that ended up being little more than a dead end. So this was big this new find, and Raeya couldn't wait to find out what
Raeya in all her Wisdom, rose early Friday morning. She kept thinking about what she'd found and what mysteries might be discovered deep within it's
written symbols. She sat and ate some toast and two eggs sunny side up for breakfast, as she stared intentively at her find. She discovered one thing
that had changed however, the old tattered parchment no longer burned when she touched it, but the burn marks still on the edges of it's torn remains.
She dressed herself in joggers and a light t-shirt, grabbed her runners and headed for the front stairs where she sat tying up her laces watching
blistfully as the sun rose high in the easter skies. She looked at the time, 7am. Right she thought, i'll go do a few jogs around the park down at
lakeside drive then take a look online to see if i can't find something that resembles this thing.
Hot after her run, she made her way up the driveway to her cottage style house in the suburbs. She liked it here, it was always so quiet and she loved
to listen to the beautiful sounds of the Starlings early in the morning while she sipped her sweet organic tea, silently watching the world wake up.
edit on 8/20/2016 by awareness10 because: Mandela Effect