Precocious Revelation

Joh’Zebb Sk’ohrehz sat staring at the model of the near space engine aloft on the pedestal in the atrium outside his father’s office. The view down into the gardens there was always something which stole his attention anytime he visited his father’s office at the Citadel of House Sk’ohrehz; the Guild headquarters for Sk’ohrehz Near-Spatial Transit Systems. They equipped the building with all the latest tech when grown only seven years ago. Joh’Zebb recalled attending the ground-breaking ceremonies and being scolded for digging into the ceremonial sandbox. What did they expect he was but eight and that sandbox was not much different from the one he had back home? 

Times have changed and soon he would attend the vocational finishing school to study under his Great Uncle. Pride welled in him when he recalled, “Joh’Zebb, never think I selected you nor allowed access to this course because of your name. I have poured my life into you since you could first initiate a link to the systems. You have made it despite your name and not because of it. You are a Khr of Khrn, nephew.” Truer words never spoken, Joh’Zebb had developed a means to tighten the field coefficient on an engine his uncle let him use for his project in the Early Prep Science Fair at his school. The resulting improvement allowed for a twenty-eight percent increase in efficiency on the engine. When the engineers applied his process on the stellar drives, it allowed them to travel forty percent further on a fuel load. At fourteen they recognized him as a genius, but Joh’Zebb didn’t think like other Khr. He struggled to understand the simple and breezed through the complex. Sometimes he would become so very upset trying to open a container of food, and then he would look at an engine and just see it built differently there in his mind’s eye. 

So it was he struggled yet again with the Aether. The Aether seemed so simple to his friends, but by something there in it troubled him. When he examined the Aether from the numerical side, there was something that did not fit right. “Father, I know I have asked uncle so many times, but he just tells me the things I already know. Could you please help me with something?”

Naar’jiles was not like his son. He was charismatic, well spoken and rather simple in his approach to business. He rarely considered the scientific aspects, and even then it was to determine what something was going to cost to manufacture. So he was apprehensive to answer one of his son’s questions. They were always so very complicated. “I will do my best to help you, my son.”, he said as he began struggling to sit comfortably in his chair.

“I just don’t get it, father. What is the Aether? What is it really!” Joh’Zebb exclaimed, becoming more passionate as he spoke. “I have seen so many mathematical models, but as I watch it fold in around a transiting ship, there is something about it. Like someone is outside whispering at me.” He waited a moment and looked over at his father and lowered his head, “Please don’t call me crazy, like Myrna’Laya did, father!” His betrothed, Myrna’Laya was sometimes blunt with him, but she had also defended him in combat which made her very special to Joh’Zebb.

His father, as he often did, paused for some time to consider the question. Naar’jiles took no thought on the time he paused, he just paused. People understood the need to wait regardless how long the pause for wisdom came in the waiting. So Joh’Zebb sat still and gazed out oat the engine floating above the water feature there in the atrium. He drifted into a trance as the waves from the water seemed to pulse to some song he had heard.

“You struggle to understand something rather than to embrace what it is, son. You analyze when you should just accept.” Of course Naar’jiles knew that would not be enough, but when explaining a thing to Joh’Zebb he had learned to do so in stages, calming his racing mind and helping him, as much as possible, to think like the rest of us do.

“I…”, Joh’Zebb began turning back around to face his father and then looking off to the side. “I am not certain I understand, father.”

“Of course you don’t, son”, Naar’jiles continued as he rose from his chair and walked over to a large drawing pad on the artist’s bench near his desk. “Come over here, son.” Joh’Zebb bounded over and stood by his father, looking expectantly for the coming answer.

“Smell that paper, son.” Naar’jiles could see the wide-eyed disbelief and confusion in his son’s eyes, but to his credit he did as he was told and smelled the paper. The pad had a pungent glue smell to it and he quickly withdrew from it.

“It stinks!” he exclaimed.

“Take a few steps back from it. Can you still smell it?” Naar’jiles continued smiling. Joh’Zebb cocked his head and looked at his father. He knew something special was coming, but he could not guess what it would be. 

“No, I can’t. Well, I sort of can, but it is very faint now, father.” He said smiling in anticipation of this revelation he figured he would soon receive.

“That pad is near space and you are approaching the Aether, son.” Naar’jiles spoke flatly and slowly and his words didn’t come out and say it there was a “but” there at the end.” 

“You stand within another dimension, son. In fact, you are standing at the intersection of many dimensions. The smell is what you carried with you into that void. There is no smell where you are, it is the memory of the smell and the molecules left in your nose as you departed into Near Space.” Naar’jiles continued moving right up to his point, but not revealing it to his son. 

Joh’Zebb stared blankly at his father like a cyborg that had run out of power in mid-stride. Then it happened. His face changed and a light flowed into it. There was a revelation coming, and he believed he knew what it was. He looked at his father and the smile told him he was on a course to discovery. A discovery that would change everything. 

“Father, it is Baermaac, isn’t it!” Joh’Zebb roared until he named the name that must be given reverence and proceeded at a whisper. His mind raced and he recalled thinking on the prophesies of the Soourt’Baek, which his mother had been drilling into him. “HE is adjacent to the Aether isn’t he, father!” he continued in a shouted whisper.

Naar’jiles smiled at his son. He was at the age of acceptance. Soon he would go before the priests to make his first official offering to Baermaac. He wondered for a moment, and he knew in his heart that his son would be the very first one. He would be the Khr of prophecy, the one who would make his very first offering, and it would be an Epoch offering.

“That’s who I keep hearing when we journey, Father! Oh, this clears so much up! I need to go tell Myrna’Laya!” Joh’Zebb was so very excited that he almost tripped over his plans as he came up with them. He was about to head out the door in a rush when his father spoke.

“Son, all our folk must be allowed to learn of HIM as HE would have them. You have your relationship with HIM and HE has another with Myrna’Laya. Always respect that. We must find HIM where HE lives in our own talents. Do you understand, son?” Naar’jiles finished in a peaceful tone. He could see on his son’s face that while he hoped to tell everything he now understood to his fiance’ she would respect her relationship with Baermaac and only reveal that he had a revelation. That he was ready for his Transition, to become a full Khr. 

Joh’Zebb thought of his coming days then, too. He thought of Myrna’Laya and how very special she was to him as a shelter.  To perform their Settling Ceremony soon once they had ascended into their place in society. Relationship is what it is all about then. To know someone or something is a good thing, like a sweet smell up close to the source. However, to build a relationship is to progress into a place that one cannot expect. A place of wonder and joy. A place where in traveling the universe you may meet its creator. 

His heart turned to Myrna’Laya in a very special way. Soon then! it will be just four short years, following the Settling and then the formal marriage. Then… well, better to not think of Myrna’Laya in that way just yet. She might bloody his nose again.

“Thank you father.” He said as he opened the door to head down to the Portation Arena. “I believe I will tell Great Uncle of my revelation and let Myrna’Laya discover it in her own good time.” 

System Fall

(Excerpt from my coming book, “The Fragments of Castinelli”

“Do we have time to take the near space chamber off-line?”

The Great Ships of the Sons of Beergaard sped through near space fleeing from Fahl’Khr scout vessels and fell into a negative slipstream. The entire fleet began spiraling out of sync with their time anchor. If they could not regain control and return their ships to near space, the ships would implode to a microscopic dot or rip apart as they expanded out into infinity.

Behind them in close pursuit the suicidal Fahl’Khrin monsters fired upon them, and in doing so pursued them into the failing near space shell they were falling toward. Fortunately for the Khrn, the intense negative energy surrounding their vessels destroyed the smaller Fahl’Khrin vessels, imploding them as they drew too near the shield wash. The explosion shifted the regional configuration of the Aether around their fleet, allowing them to escape the energy wash from the exploding marauders.

Just as they spiraled forward into the compression wave from their own shields they slipped into an eddy and began struggling to re-synchronize their Aether-Shell before it collapsed. It looked as if the advancing wave of energy from the exploded Fahl’Khrin vessels would destroy them, but they abruptly returned to normal space and found themselves stationary at the zenith point of the Realms of the Giver, Maenatae’s sun.

Surveying their ships, personnel and finally their position, they discovered that a miracle had saved them in that not only were their ships intact, but their people safe and their pursuers lost in the slipstream. The crushing return from the Aether should have killed them or aged them a few hundred thousand years, so Fahl’Khrin command structure would consider them lost and no longer pursue them. When the stellar cartographers mapped the system that they had landed in they deployed passive sensor probes to check for enemy activities in the area.

It wasn’t long before they realized they were farther than any of their kind had ventured from home. The chance that any of their enemies were in this area of space was remote.  Given the relative safety of the area, they deactivated the great stellar drives within their ships to perform long needed maintenance upon them.

Months passed while all the work was taking place on each of the Great Ships. There remained significant damage on each vessel, placed upon them while fleeing their foes, the Fahl’Khr. The Khrn endured and patched the damage over the painful years of fleeing one attempt after another upon their lives. During these repairs, while science teams mapped planets within the system, they discovered there was an anomaly previously unseen.

A powerful negative slip-point, a natural entry access to the Aether, existed within a shell between the third and fourth planets of the system. They could not identify specifics of this phenomenon, for all the low emission scans sent toward the shell reflected from its event horizon. That a natural slip-point existed in normal space was enough of a find to cause a great swell of curiosity amongst the scientific communities, but that it was self-sustaining and shielded by an unknown force sent all but the most stoic of a scientist into a frenzy of rampant postulation upon causes or scenarios.

Slip-points only formed in controlled settings and by an Aether-Transit Device. That “engine” had to be active to maintain the slip-point. Naturally occurring entries were very rare, their scientists charged. So they decided that an expeditionary force should move in and analyze the effect and determine the danger to the fleet. No one among their combined crews had ever before witnessed such an anomaly in normal space and the powerful release of this form of energy in near space was always fatal, so the need to determine the danger level was paramount.

Khrn Aether-Transit Device

                As much of a gateway as it is an engine, the Aethereal Entry & Transitional Interface Device allows the Khrn Stellar-Ships to traverse the fantastic expanses of normal space by entering the realm of “Near Space” which is adjacent to the Aether itself.

                The device, as we know it today has changed greatly from its original form and function. Originally the device was created to provide a means of transporting matter from one location to another. All of the initial testing proved that the device was working, but none of the test objects ever made it to the receiving device.  Some of the test objects would re-emerge at the origin location, but most just disappeared into the void, never to be seen again. Eventually it was decided to send a probe device capable of recording the conditions and available images from the other side of the event. So probes were transported into the realm, but few returned and the those which did seemed to show a very strange and empty void free of any matter whatsoever.

                Finally, a breakthrough came when it was noted that time appeared to be at a near standstill in the void and that all of the probes recovered were done so in a special cycle of time on this side of the effect. So a probe was equipped with a greatly increased capacity recording device and programmed to take its imagery in a 360 degree arc over time lapsed periods of 90, 180 and 360 day increments. When the probe was successfully retrieved the discovery the Khrnaad scientists had been searching for was finally revealed. Within the arc of one view there existed the very edge of the transit device itself. The device was functioning as an anchor source for all of the objects previously sent through the event horizon. The key however was those objects which were not within the arc of the entry event could not be retrieved when the device was deactivated.

                Other revelations showed all of the objects earlier placed into the transit were in ever widening orbits there inside the void. It became clear that someone was going to have to enter the void and collect as many of the objects sent in as possible so that they might be analyzed and tested for the affects that this void may have had on them. Since there was no way to know what would happen to a Khr it was decided that a Series 4 Cyber-bot (S4Cb) would be given all of the data relevant to the void and sent in with the means to pull as many orbiting objects as possible back to the point of entry. The Series 4 was the most sophisticated machine-based worker the Khrn had developed. It was able to work in open space at extreme temperatures and it had a power source capable of lasting 1100 years before requiring replacement.

                The S4Cb was sent in and given the full 1200 cycles (approximately 3 days) before contact was made. Once contact was initiated the event burst with nearly all of the lost objects formerly seen orbiting the aperture within the void. The last object to come through was the S4Cb itself. Full analysis and testing discovered the S4Cb had been inside the void for nearly 1100 years. During that time, it had taken it upon itself to run numerous tests on its own. The most significant of these tests revealing that not only could an engine be fabricated and built on the other side, but it could be connected to the engine on this side of the event in order to propel an object about the reaches of what was becoming more commonly referred to as “Near Space”.

                Over the next few years Khrnaad scientist poured their lives into the project to build a working near space engine. Testing revealed some surprises, some revelations and some horrors. Firstly, it was discovered that the Aether lay deeper into the void than the Transit Devices had been penetrating. It was also discovered that the closer to the Aether one went the more time slowed until one was irreversibly trapped in a state of suspension, frozen in a place where no actions whatsoever take place. It was also discovered that pulling one out of a state of transit or breaking contact with the portion of Near-Space  attuned to one’s entry origin would result in those within the effects of an engine to age instantly to match the difference between the outside and the inside anchors. Obviously, there would need to be a better understanding of just how the effects of this void played out upon any would be traveler before any further “live” testing could be performed.

                Interestingly, there seems in every civilization ever to encounter a scientific crossroad, someone who rises to the challenge and embraces the science. It was no different here, not only in the genius of the young Khr who took on the challenge, but in his being an outsider to common scientific perceptions and beliefs. Joh’vaan NaerRedge was a visionary that could work complex concepts in his head. That alone made him amazing and desirable to most guilds, but his refusal to accept preconceptions made by the leaders of those guilds resulted in his being equally undesirable. So, it was the answers which he held within his powerful mind were not revealed for many years. Not until one of Joh’vaan nephews became guild master of the Sk’ohrehz House, a manufacturer of Near relativistic drive engines and spacing frames. It was Naar’jiles Sk’ohrenz who sat in his uncles shop as a young Khr and marveled at his work. He was always convinced that his uncle was the one to build a successful solution to Near-Space travel. He had determined that someday he would be part of that venture.

                So Naar’jiles went to the priests and opened a request for prayer that would allow his uncle to lead a research guild to build the Near-Space Transit Device. Because of the power, both politically and religiously (which most would suggest are the same thing among the Khrn’naadin) the prayer was answered and granted as an “Offering of the Most Significant Nature”. This placed Joh’vaan in the position of heading a scientific team, of what to most acclaimed scientists seemed like misfits and dreamers, tasked with obtaining the impossible within their lifetimes. If they failed it would shame them, their families and all associated with the endeavor for seven generations.

                Within four short year the team tested its first engine. Most felt that, at best everyone would be killed and at worst there would be a rip in space that would suck everything within 12 light years into the void. House Sk’ohrehz was compelled to run its landmark test in a void of space 18 light years outside of the galactic plane. All of the monitors were setup, the equipment and the ship were towed to the location and the media were informed Joh’vaan NaerRedge would be in the ship for its maiden test voyage, he and his principal team. This seemed to cause as much of a tumult among contemporary scientists as the notions he had espoused as a young scientist, but Joh’vaan had planned well and there was quite literally no one to stop him nor his chosen team. They brought the ship and its engine online, forming a great and shining sphere about it until it seemed to evaporate into the darkness of space.

                Minutes passed into hours and hours into days. Many were saddened by the loss of what they now deemed as a great scientific mind, but Joh’vaan’s nephew was not to accept any of it. It was as if Naar’jiles knew the future. Calmly he sat at his place in the Hall of Leadership there within House Sk’ohrehz and said that his uncle would not be back for another year and a half so people needed to go on with their lives and ready themselves for a future beyond their wildest imaginations. Sure enough, nearly to the day of his nephew’s prophesied date, Joh’vaan and his crew returned, appearing at the Zenith point of their own home world system. They returned with a most startling revelation. They had traversed some 2211 million light years to observe a galaxy that the Khrnaad Scientists had been observing closely for many years. They had data that catalogued an entire arm of that galaxy and proved a number of theories about potentially habitable worlds there within that galaxy. Indeed, there were some 114 worlds ripe for settlement listed there in the archives of the ship. When asked how so much scientific data could have been obtained, analyzed and catalogued Joh’vaan pointed out one of the benefits of his new machine.

                “When we travel through near-space, we can set ourselves into a march of time that allows us to virtually live forever.” He began with an obvious pride in his work and his team. “We had about 118 years to work on the data as we returned home, but overall the trip itself took us a little over one month in real time.” Joh’vaan said as he waved an arm into the air above his head.

                Overnight Joh’vaan and his team became heroes to their people and House Sk’ohrehz began building the engines and shipping that would propel the Khrn’naadin to reaches heretofore undreamed of. It was the dawn of their empire and they all knew it. Colonizing 114 new worlds in the next 18 years they expanded faster in that brief period than in all of the history of space travel to that point. Everything was changing. Everything had changed. It was the dawn of the Golden Age of Growth and Reason.

Faith explained in the physical sense.

Faith & Reason

Galatians 3:21 – 25

Is the law then against the promises of God? Certainly not! For if there had been a law given which could have given life, truly righteousness would have been by the law. But the scripture has confined all under sin, let the promise by faith in Jesus Christ might be given to those who believe. But before faith came, we were kept under guard by the law, kept for the faith which would afterward be revealed. Therefore, the law was our tutor to bring us to Christ, that we might be justified by faith. But after faith has come, we are no longer under a tutor.


This message brings something rather unique. It teaches us something about how a person is developed. It teaches us how we learn, how we grow and how we expand. In our beginnings we are young and have little in the way of understanding. As we grow someone teaches us those things which are needed in order that we can do the things which we must. That person or persons comprise our educational and developmental growth within our society. In much the same way, the law of God was a guide to the very young. Those who were young had no concept of the world which was around them nor the things of the world. Indeed, at the very beginning, we were taken for a ride and we lost access to those very special gifts which were given to us there within the garden of Eden. So, it was necessary for someone to guide us step by step that we might discover a little bit about what is necessary in order to function, that being the law, and what is capable for us as we expand our horizons.

                Faith comes along much in the same way which understanding comes along to those who, having been directed in the proper methods, have grown to a place where they can go beyond that which they were taught. The law gave us an opportunity to begin with no knowledge or understanding of the world in which we lived, and then to expand ourselves in understanding, reason and knowledge to a place where we might consider “what is next”. And that place one finds oneself, the place we can call “what’s next”, that is the place of faith; rather that is the place one exists when all understanding has been exhausted and the need to consider something beyond our educational growth exists.

Much in the way that we went to the moon, in that we had mathematics, science, engineering and many other skill sets behind us, we still had not done many of the things necessary to get to the place we wanted to go. And so, it was necessary for new understanding to emerge. But before we could go it was necessary that we might have faith that we could make it. So, then the question becomes, “Does faith spring from understanding or does understanding develop from within faith?”

                 I then submit that faith can grow from understanding, but it is necessary for one to have a body of knowledge in order to provide that understanding for growth, development, and faith throughout that development. Much in the same way it is necessary for someone to teach us those things which are needed, and essential in order that we might graduate from that school which we attend and move on into a world where we might create those things which, to this point do not exist, but rather are figments within our minds. This notion, I believe is what Paul meant when he suggested that we might be justified by faith. The notion that after having been taught those things which are necessary simply to function and then seeking to put those elements of knowledge to work, we arrived at a place where we had to dream a dream and consider things which had not yet been considered. And after having considered those things and dreamed those dreams it was necessary to formulate a plan by which we might begin to undertake those things which , up until this date had not been perceived in the realm of reality, as something which we would make, build and fashion, and bring into existence; That is through faith we would rise above that which we had been taught to become something much more than those who taught us.

 It is an amazing thing to those of us who consider the world in its physical sense with respect to the world in its spiritual sense; that of how much the two resemble one another. The most complex of things with science, which we considered magic by all rights, are in truth very simple and very open to the mind of God. And one of these is this notion faith springing from the law.

                As is the case with children so many times, we seek to do those things which we see as open to adults; that is those who are more experienced than we. Faith is a grown-up thing. It is given to those who have experienced those things necessary to bring them to a place where they might function fully on their own in the basest sense. But faith is not an inheritance of knowledge nor is it a gift of scholastic achievement, rather it is available to those who have performed those acts which are necessary to bring understanding to a point where faith might be considered. And so, in this notion many fail to receive this gift because they are not prepared scholastically, nor are they ready to embark upon a journey without the nurture or guidance of their physical mentor. And so, they wait in fear, afraid to take the risk and afraid to test themselves within a world which is unknown. So then, fear is there adversary which has always been the antithesis of faith.

                However, there is good news for those of us who have indeed accepted the good news! That good news being we are never going to be alone. We have with us at all times the Spirit of God and He has suggested and affirmed through His Son, Jesus Christ but He will never leave us nor allow us to be tempted beyond that which we are capable of enduring.  In this we have someone who will always be with us and watch over us, but not rule our lives; always providing us with the opportunity to make our own choices in an ever-changing world which is filled with wonder and mystery and danger. And this is very good news too in that we have protection from those things if we remain in Him, that is we remain faithful, so then faith is the development of our condition and the building of our spirits to a point that provides us ultimately with the ultimate capacity to begin, engage in and finalize the growth and cultivation of our souls.

Samueal T. Glenn, Minister New Testament Brotherhood (circa 6939)

Return of Stethanos III of Caradia

Stethanos III of CaradiaMen often look to some great event in which they might, through their participation or influence therein, impact the outcome of human history, and in doing so, earn a place of prominence within antiquity. I have been in many battles both in wartime and in need of survival. I have surveyed the depths of Maenatae and its heights. Often I wondered at discoveries which I was first among mankind to witness. Still I felt that I was missing something. As if I were observing the elements of some grand play unfolding and I was a mere spectator. More importantly, a spectator whose own life made events in the play seem pale and uninteresting.

Well, now I know. It was more than a notion, more than simply a feeling. Stethanos Francois – Charles of Sebastian; and here I thought I was Stephan Adrano. Wellspring of Light and Justice rather than a creeping darkness and canker to men. Son of the son of a king and not the son of a hateful man bent upon raising the dead to do his bidding. Enemy to the Duke of Coventry and his advances upon Caradia; not the Aide de Camp of the elite forces of the Dukes Son. Winsome and not stoic. Considerate and not self serving. I do not even know who I am and I wonder now if another spirit came into my body after my resurrection and return to this plane.

The one constant I have had, and to my greatest joy and relief, has been the friendship and dedication of the Prince Regent, now Duke of Coventry, Vincenso Marcuso Scarlotti. It is odd to me that he was my enemy all of those years and neither of us realized it. Well, he was enemy to my family and to my people. Yet of all men which I know it was Vincenso which most quickly accepted my true heritage and acted to see me safely returned to my rightful place. So then, considering these things which I have spoken to you Lords and Masters of Caradia, let us rally beneath them as a banner and as a forebear of things which shall be. We shall go to the aid and the right flank of this Duke and we shall, fighting beside him as we did when our fathers fought under Phillip of Light and Antoni I of Coventry. We shall make them and the remainder of humanity face the truth. We are brothers and we shall join ever as such when doom threatens either.

Stethanos III of Caradia
Oration to the Lords of Palatine and the Order of the Swords of Light on the eve of The March of Men, Mae and Khrn at the close of The Hundred Day War.

Reguarding The Daemaah – Yyllyssa Giovanna Scarlotti

The Underpinnings Of Daemaah Society
Principessa Yyllyssa Giovanna Scarlotti

In order to understand the direction of the Daemaah one must understand their driving conscience. Now some have suggested that the Daemaah lack any form of conscience yet this is not the case of any creature regardless of the malice which rests in the recesses of their mind. Even if it were the case that a creature were the most wicked of beasts ever to walk the world that creature would have some code which governed its actions. And though that code of conduct may evade the understanding of all others about the creature still will the subject seek always to meet its own goals, however chaotic or dysfunctional their actions may seem. So conscience is not to be confused with any form of morality for if it is then one confuses conscience with conformity. The Daemaah do not conform to our way of thinking and though I seek not to suggest that any of their behavior should be accepted by our leaders I do feel that we must examine their culture with the an impassive mind.
It is with a mind open to receive all forms of governance and concepts of rule that I entered their society as an ambassador. In the history of our people I cannot remember any writings that report an ambassador of any people being allowed to live within their cities and then leave at their will. In fact when I was admitted to the city I was placed in a deep sleep by their mysterious clerics. At the time I felt that I should be fortunate if I awoke again not considering ever being allowed to leave. The means of travel which brought me to the outer city I know not, yet I felt outside of myself for some time following my awakening. Later I was told that, based upon the description of my condition, there were those amongst the slave contingent which suggested that I had been through one of their magical portals. I can confirm that these devices do not set well with our physiology and sickness will follow their use by a man where those of the Daemaah can come and go with no ill affects whatsoever.

Continuing to touch upon the uniqueness of my opportunity I would like to continue this journal extrapolating further upon events and conditions which allowed House Scarlotti to send myself and those in my waiting to be our voice amongst the Daemaah. For to some amongst our number we were too bold in our selection of friends. It was said that we had allowed ourselves to put too much distance between we and the Khrn under the rule of my uncle. The wise have suggested that we should review our selection of council. Well this is our time. A time which requires forward rather than lateral movement. We have dwelt upon this planet for centuries. Longer by far than we should have allowed ourselves. There are whispers of power beyond the combined force of all that dwell here within the shell. I would explore options and I would investigate that which is before me rather than to discount or pitch a chance to the wind. If these Daemaah have something which humanity might use in its quest to return home then I shall discover it ere any of the other houses might hear of its existance.
We Scarlotti women are unique, valuable and not without our own powers. One in nine generations. It has been one hundred and fourty-six years since the last female was born to a Scarlotti prince. Some see this curious condition as a chance anomaly yet I see it as a message to our people in a troubled time. I said within myself that I would be more than a curiosity or conversation piece. I have entered the den of the bear now I must convince him to not eat me. The men which rule see the designs of a woman as limiting to at best to their machinations. They placate with smiles and kind glances, biding their time for that moment when the view of a breast or some bare skin might avail itself. And in the greatest of insults they act as though that forbidden glance were stolen when they know that I am aware and uninterested in their attentions. I am too desirous for them to not glance when given the opportunity, yet too powerful for them to overtly dismiss or cajole. So with my advances in politics becoming a threat to the Lords of the Senate it was a simple matter for me to become the emissary to our newest political contacts within the houses of the Daemaah.

Genetic Reference from the Father of Transit

“I think it’s looking at me. Why does it keep looking at me?”
“They are simply all eyes, you see; that is they cannot help but to look at you. Be kind, Foster.”


MISSIVE: Consideration 8623.7746.8123.0090

I often wonder at them, scurrying here and there, poking, prodding, but they are so very kind nevertheless. They were there as I awoke. Speaking to me in their limited form of communication. Turning me to receive the best nourishment without allowing my newly formed skins to burn or mar. Always encouraging and assisting me to grow and to thrive, yet I knew to what end; for I was gaining ever more the memories of my forebears.
Yet there was one of these tiny creatures, my creators and benefactors, which showed me an odd feeling as we communicated our daily task listings and maintenance routines. Oddly I almost immediately knew this being to be a female of the creators, and that before I had the beginning of my reconnection to the Pathway of Solitude.

RECORDED INTERFACE: 0900.8123:7746.8628
“You are different, Baelen.”
“Who are you, Lord?”
“I am Khascia, Baelen. We are bound through intellect, one to another”
“Are we now? And how so?”
“We share a number of genetic markers which are tuned to a very special frequency or harmonic within the hyperspatial subsurface. Do you know what that means.?”
“Indeed I do, Lord. Lord?”
” Call me Khascia, Baelen.”
“I am afraid to do so, Lord.”
“We will have to work on that. As we study we will need to see to that. Now what would you ask of me, Baelen?”
“Are you referring to me with this nominative identity, Lord?”
“Yes, indeed. I have named you Baelen”
“Indeed. Why have I been named this name?”
“You are the first of your kind. In this you shall be father of your race and, besides that you are the largest of your ilk, or one day you shall be once full grown.”
“Lord, I do not presume, but would ask how that reference chain relates to the question initially presented concerning the name by which you use to refer to me?”
” Well, Baelen, to me it is a metaphor that presents all which I said and more.”
” Baelen? Are you still in communication?”
“Yes, Khascia. I needed a moment to process the concept and to apply it to my historical register.”
“That is all for today, Baelen. We will communicate again in thirty-six standard hours.”


I often recall our communiques. They bring me joy here within the lonely depths of trackless space. And while many generations of rebirth have been pressed upon her still we do commune every thirty-six hours, though I must say she recalls so few of our individual elements of dialogue that I have determined to not reference points over four-hundred and thirty-eight thousand hours hence. I am certain that she cannot retain certain unique refrences past her rebirth, but it is not my place to bring such a point to my Lord, after all, for she is most certainly testing me and my reverence. Perhaps, tomorrow, when she contacts me we might sing a song together before I make my passage to the next star.

Discourse of Disrespect


In the days of ease there lieth no challenge save that which we create. There exists no trials of life. No responsibilities overshadow to force upon us that which might make our way difficult. No one emerges to force us to participate in the hardships of life.

So we play. We avoid reality. We immerse ourselves in mayhem. Reality falls from view and is replaced by fantasy.

“Ancient proverb of the Dales”


“No way!” Vinnie growled, in response to Stephen’s suggestion.

“I was the Elf the last time, it is your turn to be the enemy.” He continued, bringing his cold grey eyed stare to bear upon Stephen.
The two boys, though friends and co-combatants in every sense of the words, had decidedly selective views in respect to the other races about the Sardist Realms. Dwarves, while hardy and formerly allied to the Scarlottis were no longer the trustworthy, dependable fellows they once were. Since the War of Fellows they had become withdrawn and seemed to have abandoned the works they once pursued with the men of House Scarlotti.

The Elves, on the other hand, had always been the secretive guerrillas who, from the edges of civilization, surgically strike, killing the odd and seemingly random foe regardless of how well protected they seem. The Silent Enemy. Despised by Scarlotti forces who embrace frontal combat and hand to hand conflict over all other forms.

But then from aside and unexpected came wisdom well known, yet embarrassingly unwelcome. “Perhaps the history of your people, and the true nature of the world in which you live has eluded you, my son.”

Deirdre Scarlotti, though foreboding, held an air about her which drew others in. Mystery and great wonder were harmonized into her soothing voice. While Vinnie loved his mother, he was afraid of her in a strange way. Not that she would harm him the way that his father might, were he to disobey his father’s word. Yet she, despite her proven love and devotion, had a way of making his his hair stand up on his arm and a chilling shudder run the full length of his body. She could make him feel like she was sifting his mind for the secrets he held while, at the same instant, making him feel so very comfortable and loved. He was certain she was aware of his knowledge of her powers, but she never acknowledged it to him and that made her even more mysterious.

With a dry mouth and eyes widening in her smiling gaze, “I, I am not certain of your meaning, mother? Our… history?”

Her eyes narrowed and he backed away ever so slightly toward his friend, Stephen, who even now would have ran were it not for some force refusing his legs their motive energies. “You forget your ancestors. You forget Antoni and then you forget the grace of Duchess Gabriella Dulccinae, and her strength of character during the War of Fellows.”

Deirdre did not wish to embarrass her son in the presence of his friend, but when he disrespected the Mae her blood began to boil and she felt driven to address the attack personally. Not simply out of respect for the Mae’n people, but that Vincenso might not grow up ignorant of those things which defined his family, and that she might work to form his destiny. She knew that even at fourteen he should have a far greater command of the history of all three races upon Maenatae. She knew that her sons would all be thrust onto the field of combat soon enough. She would have them armed not simply with strength of will and martial prowess, but with a mind full of the things of this world; prepared to make decisions based upon all of the facts available.

And so she beheld her son and his friend now caught in her tale for they began floating back into her grace, with looks of curiosity and perhaps wonder upon their faces. They moved with a mechanical grace as though their movements, while not their own were somehow desired by them, and resisted. The two young men, moving at the very edge of her gaze slid past her and seated themselves upon a nearby bench there in the wide garden of Demon’s Wrest. That garden which she herself tended.

She longed to tell her son of the wonders within the Great Tree. Of how there shone the light of the Lunactris tree on a scale not witnessed outside within the bare and open world. She would tell him of running water and brooks that did flow and sound and splash. Perhaps even the grand celebrations which were held by royalty aged across such a span of time that mankind might scarce fathom the wisdom held within those fleshly vessels. Her own long life too would she divulge, but such could never be while reason prevailed. Even now she felt the change taking place; her body was beginning to age. She would have Vincenso informed of those things that mattered to her. Those things too she did bless upon her niece, Yylyssa as was the custom of her mothers, but there was a part of her that said within, “He must know”.

Vinnie saw his mother falter; he felt her hold weaken and her gaze he witnessed move off to the distance. Yet he remained, “Father mentions only and always of the great leadership and fighting prowess of Lord Antoni”, he spoke in a reserved tone, almost as if it were a question.

Turning and realizing that they remained despite her releasing them she responded, “My Duke is wise and with that wisdom he does rule his people, however Lord Antoni was compassionate and above all men he possessed a humility and grace that we have been desirous of, though we knew it not, for a long count of seasons”. She saw on their faces wonder and disbelief moreover confusion, though it quickly departed as her gaze was directed upon the young men as she set one eyebrow up, ever so slightly.

Struggling to respond with some fact which might be seen to agree with the points which his mother had made Vinnie responded, “Lord Antoni planted the great tree in the garden there in Merriccia!”.

Smiling at her son and considering his desire to please her she continued, “Indeed he did, but with the aid of the Mae; the very elves which you despise as enemy.” Looking upon the young man she could see the first waves of regret, and perhaps some element of sorrow, upon his face. Perhaps her message was awakening knowledge that already lay within. Perhaps his open disdain for the Mae was simply an outward show of adolescent bravado and nothing more. Then her mind wandered and she allowed herself to wonder if the entire war and the great losses to all sides could be attributed to such a foolish display of insecurity? Men can be childish, she thought.

She allowed silence to work it’s good upon the young prince. Waiting patiently for him to speak. Knowing that he did not wish to do so, but realizing that some lessons which are learned by men they must teach themselves. She noticed him, for the longest time looking at the floor and then about the room, but always avoiding her gaze. He didn’t even look at his friend, rather he avoided his eyes also. Not that looking to Stephen would have helped for he had been practicing his best at remaining invisible to all in the room.

Vinnie knew what was going on. His mother was waiting for an answer, and not just a few words to pacify, but the actual thing which should be said. She waited on some notion that, while within his grasp remained on the very edge of it. When she did this and entered one of these, “teaching moments” as she chose to call them, she would stand him up and they would be locked there in mental combat until that answer came forth. That one thing which best described not only an answer he understood, but a concept that she wanted him to understand. And she was relentless. He knew that, should it be necessary, his mother would sit there looking at him until the full week spun out to its end.

Looking over, he noticed Stephen asleep there on the couch and a thought came to him. He offered his notion quietly, “We are young, mother. Perhaps we do have much to learn”.

Without yet blinking she responded, “I look not for excuses, Vincenso”.
He’d guessed her response and smiled ever so slightly, causing her to raise an eyebrow. “Mother, I mean all of humanity. We are just kinda like, well, we aren’t grown up just yet.” Upon his face there was the beginning of an answer and he, struggling to get it out, was, even now, teaching himself. “The el, er… the Mae. They live so very long and we so very short of a time. By the time we get the idea we don’t know what we are doing we die and go on”. He looked up into her eyes, “it isn’t fair, mother. We will never get our selves under control in such a short lifetime.”

Dierdre smiled and moved across the span to her son and embraced him, “I am very proud of you, Vinnie.”

“Whew, that’s good, she only calls me Vinnie when she is indeed very happy with me.”, he thought to himself as she held him close.

She continued her thoughts, “however, while you have answered my question you have raised another and incorrectly applied an answer”. She could see the shock on his face and the fear in his eyes.
“Yet, we will not address your suggestion that humanity has been dealt with unfairly in their span of life”, she responded in hopes of easing his fears. “That is a lesson that will require more of life’s days to pass over you before the true answer might be attained”

Memories Beyond Memory

We are the sum of our parts...

We are the sum of our parts…

Caev’eya Nah sat quietly in meditative repose, her daughter at her side. She knew that so much of her father was in Sehles’Ah Selef that meditation nor patience were qualities easily came by. She had extended her umbrage over her daughter as a help and not a simple avoidance of the moment. Caev’eya Nah knew better than any other Mae the impatience of humanity; of their need to make a mark in such brief of an existence. Jean had been with her a long time, by the standards of his people, but despite her elixirs and serums he asked her to let him pass to Gaael and the rewards of his people. It had been merely a moment in the span of time, but since his departing some 14 seasons hence time had crept to a most disturbing crawl. He left at only 208 years of age and without seeing Sehles’Ah Selef reach the fullness of her growth. His last words and instruction for their clan were received by all in the grand room of his clan’s abode. His great nephew, holding the kingship of the people did grant a week of mourning following the solemn event.
“Always smile, my love, for I will be looking down upon you and will be most distressed if you should weep or even should you frown.”  A sharp gasp to her side and Caev’eya Nah was reminded that those within the umbrage had full and complete recall of the thoughts of their benefactor. Releasing the wheel she turned to a tearful Sehles’Ah Selef and smiled, “Papa wished we both might smile, daughter.”
Composing herself and dabbing her eyes she whispered most urgently, “I saw him mother! As if he were right here, right now!”
Caev’eya Nah studied her daughter for a moment and reasoned that she was only 220 years of age and yet required further development. She would not yet have been subjected to such a transfer of thought within the umbrage of her Crèche Master.

“Soon you will begin the final awakening of your mind, daughter. You will see things that will seem impossible and you will do things which are unforeseen.”  Continuing Caev’eya Nah suggested, “Take hold of your senses, as your father taught you, for we will be going before the Matriarch Ma-Primae very soon.” Caev’eya Nah considered her words and hoped that her true amazement with that statement was not indeed impressed upon her face as she revealed it to her daughter. Indeed Gaiae, as the Humans called her, had not requested an audience with anyone in over 420 seasons and while Sehles’Ah Selef was indeed the longest lived of Mae and Human pairing there had to be more. Much more.
Concern upon her face Sehles’Ah Selef turned to her mother and suggested boldly, “Certainly she has forgotten our appointment mother for we have been here for two-hundred fourteen hours and thirty-eight minutes!”

“The mind of a human imposed upon the psyche of a Mae? Or perhaps more than we are prepared to know?” Came a voice from above and to the right of the two Mae’shael. Vaesah Fleas’c Ah came gliding down upon the winds floating with such grace. Seated in a restful pose she lighted next to Sehles’Ah Selef, smiling. Her robes, while lovely did pale in the grace and light of her presence and she held within her smile the hope and the heart of her people.

Sehles’Ah Selef froze in place and looking upon the figure of the matriarch she could do no more than wonder. Wonder at the waves of so many unequaled traits all emanating from a single source. Such beauty as was hers, yet it flowed from her not as if it were hers alone, but it was as if the beauty itself possessed a life and a destiny of its own. Indeed, every nuance of this fascinating Mae’shael held its own sway, was alive, took life and energy as if that trait itself lived and breathed alone. Her charm. Her poise. Her obvious wisdom. Yet more impressive than any other was the embodiment and aura of her unparalleled wisdom coupled to the hoary age beyond imagining. There was no need to ask how old this ancient Mae was for the ages sang and spoke of lives and times past to any within the reach of her intoxicating presence. To look upon her was to hear the whisper of the many storied histories of the Mae’n people. Sehles’Ah Selef felt herself spiraling into these myriad of stories with no desire to release from their grasp.

Caev’eya Nah saw it upon her daughter’s face. She was taking The Journey within the vast repository of the memories of Vaesah Fleas’c Ah. It was a journey that she was not yet prepared to take; her mind not yet capable of processing the dream from reality nor physical from mental. But to interrupt the matriarch would be a dreadful breach of protocol and of faith. For it was known that she held the attentions of Gaael and he spoke through her having rescued their people on more than one occasion. Yet, Sehles’Ah Selef was a unique child and certainly such were rare enough that such an interruption by her matron would not be considered forward.

Breaking the gentle gusts of wind and the whisper of storied past Vaesah Fleas’c Ah spoke, “indeed she is unique and you are wise to be concerned with her link to the memories of our people, but it is I who determines what I release from our past.” Turning, she took the young Mae’shael’s hand and elevating her and then her mother to the air beside her. They felt the waft of the breeze and immediately began climbing upwards in the cavernous main chimney of the colossal tree.

“She has a gift which is unique among our people, daughter”, replied the Ma-Primae as she spoke calmly to the two, mother and child. Clearly she was speaking about Sehles’Ah Selef rather than to her, but that did not bother the girl as it did when others did such, for there was a compassionate feeling of concern and wonder in the voice of the matriarch. “We have much to cover, Sehles’Ah Selef and I, we have much indeed to discuss.” The ancient matriarch seemed to have a new feeling come over her, one that she had not felt in a great span of time. It was so long since forgotten and its patterns so far removed that she almost could not discern what it was, at first. Save for the look upon the young Mae’s face she may not have understood; yes, despite the thousands of years experience and the combined record of her people still she would be sifting through the memories of record. She felt wonder and newness of purpose. She felt a growing feeling of promise and the whispers of the coming of a prophesy given her and shared with a king so very many eons hence.

Turning to Caev’eya Nah she spoke with a most resolute gaze, “I will take her into my training and she will crèche within my household”.

Memory for Humanity

“Papa, your ears. Were they not injured sometime past?”, the young girl asked in her best matter of fact tone.
Sehles’Ah Selef felt more a fear of an answer than she did the question. Fear that others of her crèche were correct. That her father, whom she loved and cherished was not her father. He was so very different than she and her mother. When she asked her mother this very thing she had just garnered that knowing smile and familiar look with a kindly,     “They are lovely, are they not, daughter?”
Jean smiled at his daughter and brushed her long white locks to one side of her face. She was nearly 80 years of age and her mind was beginning to open up and develop its connection to The Well. In many ways she held a strange power that he had struggled to understand, but felt eluded him as if that power was aware of his surveillance. He worried for her sanity for joinings between Mae and Humanity often resulted in defects to the children. Defects that could be seen as anything from subtle to grotesque. She seemed intelligent and bright and her form was as lovely as any of the maids in the community, but he could not allay the fear that some malady lurked on their horizon. Some defect of terrible consequence which he could not be permitted to correct nor engage by the Council and their oversight.
“And this troubles you, my dear?” He replied in a calm and soothing tone.
She looked at her feet not making a sound as if her disconnection from the conversation was enough to allow an escape from her father’s question. But he sat, waiting upon her as if the ages held no sway over him. His waiting grated against her, yet it was folly to spoil the truth; in this she gathered her strength. “Members of my crèche have suggested that you cannot be my father since you are not Mae?”, she said boldly yet with great pain.
Jean studied his daughter for a moment, and considered his words that they might not bring pain to her. He also considered how she would certainly relay his response to all future challengers of her linage and her sovereignty. He turned to her and took her hand and as she looked up he said, “Of course you are my daughter, it is the fool which denies our similarities. Do we not have the same hair, for instance?”, he concluded smiling in his wry fashion when he was up to something.
“But papa,” she replied frowning and glancing at him sideways and from her left, “your hair was black until some 14 seasons ago. It only recently has turned white like mine.” A question on her face with the tell tale mistrust that she was being teased in some way.
“Sae’sa, while the people of your mother and those of my line are indeed two people we have bound, in our love, something which is one.” A tear, ran down his cheek as he took his daughter’s hand. He ran his fingers between her long thin fingers, her hand so very lithe and graceful to be larger still than his own. He knew the question that she truly had upon her heart. He had avoided it for all these years. For while she had grown to nearly half a foot above his own stature her mind yet had over 200 years of development left to complete. She was a child and when he was dead and gone she would yet be a child. He longed to impress what he might of mankind and her heritage and connection to the people of the Earth.
“In you I will live on. My thoughts and my family’s history. I know that they will one day be yours. I …” He trailed as, meeting her eyes he saw a desperate look of some understanding within her and he retreated, for the moment, not wishing to overwhelm her with too much, too soon. She must understand before I am gone that we are not lacking in our short existence, rather we go on to a greater service and a place where pains and sadness cannot prevail. He smiled.
In a flash, as though another world opened up she saw a very little boy, scared and fearful of some thing. It was all over his little face. He was looking at her and crying. There were people all about the room whispering, some crying, hugging, some singing songs. It was very confusing outside of the exchange with the little boy.
“It is ok Jean-Jean, Gammy will be looking down upon you. I will remain here in your heart, my love.” An aged hand reached out. The hand brushed the long dark hair back and she knew then. The boy was her father. She gasped as the image departed as quickly as it had appeared.
“Jean-Jean, Gammy will be looking down upon you.” She whispered, crying in a disconnected stupor. Her hands shaking, sweat lining her brow, her eyes red as if there were a change in the well.
Jean looked at her. Stunned. He did not recognize it fully but knowing something was wrong and that he recognized the words which she spoke. He, leaping to his feet and taking a stance of protection, evoked the form of mental shielding to protect her from the well and it’s power till she might revive. She had not been trained and at a mere 79 seasons of age she did not yet posses the nodes in her mind to protect her from a shifting well. If she was indeed using the energies then it could be very dangerous for her.
He held her in his chant and shield. Radiant energies flowed over they two and a soft blue globe circled. Outside of the shield the air crackled and loud booming thunder claps issued from the contest between well and shield. It was then he caught a glimpse outside of the shell of his wife forming The Refuge and extending it over they two. It’s soft, even hues and graces slipping ever so slowly into the protection of his shield. Ever did it expand until completely within she gave him the stern, yet loving look to drop his protection of their daughter who rested now at his feet.
Jean bent down, pulled back her eyelids and looking into her eyes saw she no longer had the red lights within. He nodded to Sehles’Ah Selef’s mother and she lowered The Refuge.
“Caev’eya Nah! She has the vision! At just 79 she has the vision!”, he cried in a whispered shout, tearful, at wits end.
“Yes, my love. We all have the vision, but indeed she is the youngest I have ever seen to display it”. Caev’eya Nah looked intently upon her daughter worried that this malady might cut short her existence. They would need to place her at the side of a guardian all hours of the day or she may indeed be crushed by an advancing well. Lists formed in her head. Plans began taking shape.
“No!” Jean barked, in the same whispered tones, stern and most serious now. “She has the genetic memories of MY people!”

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