posted on Jan, 26 2005 @ 11:10 AM
"Accio demonstrato vixema!"
The shouted words rang across the flat, dying flat, tentatively reaching the sharp, jagged hills that made up the horizon. Beyond the horizon, the
humungous, dying sun was just visible, still caught up in its routine of rising and setting, unaware of its imminent death. All over the once-grassy
flat and the once-green hills lay the decaying remnants of the vegetation and plantlife of the ruined planet. Even now, the unnamed planet, once home
to prodigous numbers of species and ecosystems, once covered with life and bright hope, was in a decaying orbit toward the dying sun. The plaet had
been abandoned eons ago, as soon as the cataclysmic erathquakes and volcanos began to emerge. Now, its name and races forgotten, it was home only to
Ragen Taa-sholan was his name: the last survivor of an ancient, magical species. Even now, he was in the midst of casting a spell, a dark spell,
corrupted by time and hatred of all life for the vile persecution of his species. Yes, Ragen Taa-sholan was alive and even now plotted the destruction
of all life. He knew he would escape his banishment to this doomed galaxy, he knew he would have his just revenge against an intolerant universe.
"C'mon, put your backs into it boys! Weve got alot of work to do before nightfall!"
A group of twenty assorted men and teenagers heaved on the rope, grunting and panting, vainly attempting to pull down the giant tree.
"Whew, we need a breather sarge!"
"OK, fine, but only a few minutes. This tree has to go down so we can repair the town center for the festival tonight!"
Sralomi, sitting under the shade of another tree not far off, watched in amusement the vain efforts of the men and boys. She knew exactly how to pull
the tree down, but was willing to aloow the men to sweat a little longer, for her amusement.
"Ah, what life was like for them before I came aorund Ill never know."
Before Sralomi, This particular conoly of humans was quite primitive, still wrapped up in the Ancient mindset of Male dominancy. She saw the
primitiveness in these humans at once, as soon as she landed in her old, outdated spacecraft.
The truth of the matter was, these people were very intelligent, as a child is intelligent and easily absorbs new experiences, ideas, and mental
connections. However, they lacked the means to further educate themselves. Sralomi, through her intervention, speeded up this colony's advancement by
several centuries in only a few months.
A loud, pierceing crack was heard from across the meadow. Startled out of her reverie, Sralomi looked to the men and laughed aloud. The rope had
snapped, sending them all sprawling on the gorund, with the leader of the group, Sarge, laying about with his willow cutting.
"Get up, you stupid, lazy excuses for somta pigs!"
Sralomi decided at this time to intervene with the men. She approached the group, as they still struggled to stand. At once, as soon as she was
spotted, silence fell upon the men. Some went silent in reverence, some went silence in bitterness. Not all people were pleased with Sralomi's
intervention in their lives. Sarge ws one of them.
"What do you want?" he said in a quiet voice whose tone said "get out, your not wanted".
"To help" Sralomi answered simply. She walked right past him to the great tree without saying another word. After a few seconds of building tension,
"You guys are pulling the wrong way. Theres a rock blocking the taproot on this side. Pull the rope the other way."
IGnoring the startled looks of awe and anger on one face or another, Sralomi walked back toward the village.
"Ah", she sighed to herself, "It seems i have work yet to do."
[More PArts coming]
[edit on 26-1-2005 by waldheimat]