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Collaberative Fiction: SISOH PRO-MATEM

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posted on Jan, 28 2008 @ 12:20 PM
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SISOH PRO-MATEM (Metamorphosis)

By: TheDuckster & GAOTU789
Status: Ongoing

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For as long as he could remember, Chris wanted to know why the race of man had become what it had. All that was left were myths and legends from the "dark time" in his species history. Even the tomes he had been able to find in his years of searching only alluded to the awakening as the beginning of man, not what had caused the awakening.

That was all about to change.

The book that had mysteriously ended up in his hands seemed to hold some answers as to where to look for the real story. It was written in the year 2673; the year that has always been spoken of as the beginning of the awakening. The year that the 'New Dawn' had been discovered by Anson Holmes, or so the myths had stated.

However, this book told of a very different reality.

It spoke of a cataclysmic event that had changed the race of man forever. A major solar event had shifted the earth's position enough to change the way man would exist on this planet. It speculated on the effects of the exposure of sunlight that would have on humans over a prolonged period of time. The effects of this exposure could now clearly be seen after 30,000 years, although the peoples of Earth didn't know this. They had long ago accepted the story of Holmes, and his amazing discoveries of the New Dawn. Prior to this, mankind lived in harmony with light and darkness.

Yet now, the gods had decreed that the human race live in the light of the sun. It was the only way to survive. Without the sunlight, the body would shrivel and die within hours. Man had evolved into creatures of light; ones that abhored the darkness.

All except Chris.

He knew he was different from his brethern.
Plagued by more than endless curiosity, he yearned for the days of long ago - the legendary era of 'night'.

For fear of reprisal, he secretly created an apparatus that would afford him some time in the dark reaches. He had spent the last 70 years travelling to long forgotten places. He had found his first hidden place as a boy, and his first relic of the mythical era of 'night', when he had become lost in a cave for a few hours, which had almost killed him, before he was found.

This painting portrayed of days long ago. There appeared to be a large city, brightly illuminated by some sort of false sunlight; eminating from within. The surrounding landscape echoed of mountains, valleys, and a dark sky. It had also shown some human-like creatures going through the actions of their everyday lives.

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It was 81 years ago when he had found this treasure.

Since then, he visited many similar places. Yet, nothing had come even remotely close to the wealth of knowledge that this book had contained. Its pages, pale and brittle, were preserved under sheets of clear hard coating. This saving grace had prevented them from crumbling to dust long ago.

Sitting atop his favorite mount, he poignantly flipped through the book to find further clues as to the whereabouts of these strange, and yet, familiar entities. His mind wondered; going through the motions of a 'faux' dream-like state that was common to all light beings. R.E.M. sleep would elude him. He had surmised from the many passed-down myths, that the human body could achieve a total surrender to an 'almost nothingness', with many 'mind pictures'. The ancients called this 'dreaming'. He had also recalled that these people would spend their nights in cycles. 'One third' was an important number to them.

What was this 'almost nothingness'?
Why was dreaming so important?
Were the gods aware of this as well?

The painting, that he had propped against a rock, seemed to move clandestantly across his vision. What had caught his attention, forced his eyes to focus. In all his years of admiration and observing, why hadn't he noticed it? Yet, there it was now...in plain view.

On the outskirts of the mountains was a tiny 'trail'. He pulled the painting closer, and gently brushed an area with the back of his nails. The trail did not want to come off. Was it a buildup of residue? The over-all layer of paint was fluidic and evenly-coated. Yet, these thickly-plied markings were definately brush strokes. His mind reconciled that was added 'after' the painting was completed. This oversight must be a clue!

Who ever did this, wanted the tiny path to be found.

Chris stared out across the distance and re-played the many journeys over and over in his mind. He was certain that he saw this trail somewhwere.
His eyes wondered up and down the glens and peaks.

Tucking the painting into his carrypack, he smiled and jumped down from his mount. The journey would be long on foot and take him across many dangerous other paths.



posted on Jan, 28 2008 @ 01:28 PM
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I forgot to include that your comments are welcome on this thread!

When the Collabertive Fiction contests come about again, we'd like to submitt this.

It is an ongoing story, and we both want to know what you all think about it so far?

Much Appreciated!

~Ducky~



posted on Jan, 28 2008 @ 01:57 PM
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Very well written Ducky.
I would love to see/hear more about the treasure place.
Some interesting dialog between him and others would be great as I would hope that by the year 26??? we would have more advanced means of communication, perhaps even with the animals?
Please continue, you most definitely have my eye/ear.
Also I am hoping that we have evolved into at least a type1 society, could you elaborate on what life is like in 26??? Do we control weather? Do pppl stil eat meat? Are diseases like cancer and such a thing of the past? What is the basis of family unit and how has that changed?


Love.



posted on Jan, 28 2008 @ 02:05 PM
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AHHHH..my dear Antar! This is just the start! Thought we'd give you guys a little 'teaser' to wet your appetites.

What you mentioned is in the 'draft' form as we speak.

Thankyou so much for your kind words, and advice Antar! I always look forward to your posts!

~Ducky~


P.S....Read the title 'backwards'


[edit on 28-1-2008 by TheDuckster]



posted on Jan, 29 2008 @ 11:51 AM
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This is a great story-to-be. I have just a few questions.
The book and the painting, - two different things ? He's "sitting atop his
mount, turning the pages of the book", yet in the last paragraph he puts
the "painting" into his carrypack ?
The use of "The Gods". (More than one? a bunch?)
He found his first relic 81 years ago, was it the painting or what? If the
book mysteriously showed up in his hands, did he find it or ?
Is the painting part of the book?
If the book was written in 2673, is that A.D.? If so then that would mean that the major solar event happened approximately 27,327 B.C. ?
( So its been a slow progression ?) (Maybe even through our generations?)

Keep up the good work. I'm hooked already, can't you tell? SIEGE



posted on Jan, 30 2008 @ 03:56 PM
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Okay, I've read it again. Forget some of my earlier rantings.

The book was written in 2673, but not by Anson Holmes. It just happened
to be the same year that Holmes was credited with "The Beginning of the
Awakening" and the "New Dawn" theory, right? So . . . .the book is old . .
and Chris somehow got ahold of it, right? But the painting now, that's
different, right? He found the painting 81 years ago, (the treasure?).

So, if he found the painting when he was a boy, 81 years ago, and for the
last 70 years he's been travelling to long forgotten places, what happened
to those 11 years in between ?
And this guy must be older than the hills. And if the effects of the major
solar event mentioned in the book, "the exposure", can now be seen after
30,000 years, the event must indeed be over, right ?
Now, when he saw the "trail" in the painting, appearing to have been
painted over, does that mean cover-up or just excessive residue ? And was he to scrape it off, would not the trail disappear ? WHO'S ON FIRST ?



posted on Jan, 30 2008 @ 04:24 PM
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Furthermore : At the end, he thinks to himself that the journey will be
"long on foot". Does this mean that the "mount", "his favorite mount", is
nothing more than a hill or something ?
And if the extra brushstrokes applied on the "trail" after the fact were
meant to find the tiny path, ( a clue ), then . . .is there something under
the "trail" in the painting ?

Inquiring minds want to know.




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