The Tuatha De Danaan had reached Earth upon a generation ship that had been plying the stars for millennia searching for a new home. That ship lay
buried now within the satellite that circled this world, still aware but now never to be awoken for another journey, only the touch of a pure bred
Tuatha De Danaan could instuct the complex mind within the mighty ship and control its awesome power and they were now extinct. Or so it thought.
The Land of Danu (Eire). Past.
Sunlight filtered through the canopy above, broken and weak as it slowly descended into twilight. The whole forest was quiet as though holding it's
breath, waiting to see the outcome of Ziz's desperate escape from the Erlking's minions.
Ziz loped through the forest with easy strides, his long black hair flowing back from his cherubic face. Tall and muscular he moved through the
tangled under brush without effort, thorny branches seemed to sway out of his path, the twigs beneath his feet on the loamy forest floor bent instead
Fenrir the giant wolf, malevolent red eye's blazing and fetid breath snorting out of a dark muzzle bristling with razor sharp fangs was in hot pusuit
of Ziz, the scent fresher now than it had been. The Erlking's soldiers were further behind, used to the underground cavern's and tunnel's of their
home they were struggling through the dense forest undergrowth which seemed intent on slowing these interlopers.
Somewhere in the US. Present.
Dr. David Carson reset the animation sequencer with some trepidation, the last test had been a dismal failure and he held very little hope for this
one. His assistant Elizabeth Myers sat at the main console, her gaze glued to the numbers flickering across the screen, occasionally twisting at a
lock of her golden hair. It had been Liz's idea to use DNA from a deceased individual instead of the DNA that they had been using from living
subjects. So far they had been able to grow and reanimate two clones with living tissue. Unfortunately thats all that they had been, live human
clones, nothing more. No personality, intelligence, motor skills, basically just living, nakedly aggresive and hostile animals. They had both been
destroyed along with all the other failed experiments, mutants, piles of gooey tissue and aborted foetuses.
After much discussion and debate with other members of the research team, the project was in the process of being scrapped before anyone outside of
their group became aware of their experiments. The concensus of the others had been that because the clones were of living human subjects they had no
soul, it was already inhabiting the body of the donor. It was this soul they theorized that seperated us from the animals and animated within us what
would otherwise just be natural instinct, it is what give's us intelligence, personality, reason, the ability to love and hate.
He and Liz had decided to try once more, this time using DNA from a deceased person as their clone subject. He had paid a man he knew from previous
dealings who worked at the local morgue and purchased some tissue from a recently deceased male, of Irish
lineage. All of their samples had been taken from subjects of Irish lineage with certain
markers in their DNA profile in an attempt to prove a theory that the Irish were descended from a now extinct race of Homo Sapiens or at the very
least a race apart from the rest of humanity.
They had found a number of irregularitys in the double helix structure of a number of their
subjects including Uracil in the DNA and not as a breakdown product of cytosine. Unfortunately they had been ordered to stop their research, not that
that had stopped them from this one last attempt.
Now the time had come for the reanimation sequence after the clone had endured a month of forced, rapid growth into a late adolescent male.
The Land of Danu (Eire). Past.
Ziz had been a recent captive of the Erlking, the evil leader of a dwarven empire deep beneath the earth, whose tunnels and shafts crisscrossed two
The last of the Tuatha De Danaan, Ziz was in possesion of the knowledge and the whereabouts of all his races greatest secrets, and more importantly
their most destructive weapons. When they had been defeated by the invaders from across the sea, the Milesians, his people had been banished to the
subterranean underworld, only to come into conflict once again with the Erlkings dwarven empire. Throughout both these recent conflicts they had
refrained from using their greatest weapons, for fear of destroying not only their enemy's but possibly the entire world. Though this restraint had
cost them dearly, namely near extinction, except for a few half breeds who had stayed hidden within the human population. There had never been any
doubt that the weapons would not be used, it was their moral duty, it was their weakness and their strength.
Somewhere in the US. Present.
" David, quickly, look at the way he is taking in his surrounding's ".
" Hang on Liz, somethings wrong, the gas jets and the high voltage lines aren't operative, it's not right ".
" Forget that for god's sake, he's not slavering like some animal, he's looking around, calculating, investigating, we've done it ".
David Carson looked up from his console towards the large one way mirror which covered the whole of the wall directly in front of him. In the corner
of the room sat a young adolescent male, naked, perhaps about eighteen years old, tall and muscular with long dark shoulder length hair. Sharp blue
eye's peered curiously from beneath gentle inquisitive brows. David Carson shivered involuntarily, those eye's seemed to see right through the one
way glass and were regarding him, as he might regard a specimen on a petrie dish beneath a microscope.
" I dont like it Liz, somethings not right " he said softly, as if he could be overheard.
" Don't be silly, this is what we've spent the last two years trying to achieve ".
" Well we can argue about it later, what we need to do now is get him out of here before the others find out what we've done, any suggestions ".
" We could use my grandfathers shack, its a couple of hours from here up in the mountains, it's secluded enough ".
" All right then, lets do it. Gas him quickly, the jets seem to be back on line ".
[edit on 19/3/07 by mojo4sale]