“Take him to the medics,” Deidra orders. “He goes on a transport to Libya, tonight. Get help, put the Commander’s body in his tent. Let the priests perform their rituals.”
The soldiers acknowledge and begin to drag Alexius’ heavy body out of the tent. Deidra looks at Stavos’ corpse. She adored him, and now she felt overwhelming anger for what transpired. She knows Alexius could be tried and put to death, but there was nothing she could do. Duty and honor demanded she stayed true to her office before any family or friend. She finds resolve in this thought.
Deidra notices Alexius’ bag. She goes over to it to pack some of his things. To her surprise, she finds some of her articles in the bag. She silently sheds her tears, trying not to be overcome with emotion.
The octagonal artifact on the ground catches her eye. She picks it up. She knows it’s Alexius’ and tosses it into his bag. She throws it over her shoulder and leaves the tent, heading to the medics to check on her friend. It will be a long night.
-MIDNIGHT AT REKAM-
The palace is quiet since Liviana left. Once more Barish lives in anguish at the thought of being apart from his family, both his children. He strolls over to a communications device in his private chamber. He activates a screen and waits for the receiver to answer the call.
A figure with a brown cloak appears on the other end, with candles burning in the background. The image flickers for a moment as some encryption symbols flash on the screen. Satisfied that their communications were secure, Barish proceeds to greet Nebpkara, ‘The Master.’
“Time has caught up to us old friend. Events are spinning out of control in the borderlands as Timon steps up his efforts to secure the key.”
“Are the texts safe?” Nebpkara inquires.
“They are secure with Liviana’s agents. I’m afraid that they may not be safe in Atlantis for long. I have told her to send them here with much haste.”
“That was the intent after all. Are there any news from Calis?”
“He has gone silent. His last mission was to bring Darius here; both are missing.”
“Samiri you think? We can only assume the worst.”
“No. He is still hidden from us. If he is to make a move, it will be soon.”
“What of the other concern?”
“Calis was working on bringing him into the fold. Liviana does not know yet, but now I may have to inform her about everything.”
“That may be something we cannot avoid. How do you think she will react?”
“She has always been a petulant child; it runs in her blood. I don’t know old friend.”
“Barish, my King, my friend, my brother; you know I cannot do what I must beg of you. I can only try to influence events to cleanse the world of religious heresy and hope there is enough time to hide from the forefathers, that which will anger them the most. In the meantime, please protect my son.”
“You have my word. I will let you know of our progress. Goodbye Arias, my brother.”
The King turns off his device and takes a moment to contemplate his next move. He reaches over to a small ledge and grabs a picture of Liviana when she was but a child. He puts it close to his heart and closes his eyes.
The time of the awakening is but months away, and this age had all but forgotten about the forefathers’ return. Events are brewing which will ensure the annihilation of humankind, with only a handful of souls trying to prevent it. Atlantis is setting up Illyria for war with Aryavan, and the Aryans are oblivious to the attack that will be delivered on them afterward. Prince Timon is adamant that he will change the world and does not believe in what is to come. Therefore, his only concern is to find the power in Lumeria, to use it to conquer all.
Meanwhile, prophesy that was engineered ages ago is beginning to take form. The players have emerged, and the evil which orchestrated the events of the Great-War rises again. Persephone will have her vengeance on the house that destroyed hers, if not then all shall pay. Only her heir can raise the seven great Anuk. Only her heir can prevent it.
This is a time of prophecy, silently flowing from one age to another. Find the past to fight the future; understand the real foundations on which we build upon, and take heed of the day known throughout the universe as, Judgement Day.
About the Author
Abdur has been fortunate to have traveled the world and has gathered an abundant collection of cultural and oral traditions, which adds to his fascination with ancient history. He is a US Navy veteran, whose forte is Naval Aviation & Intelligence, and education in Psychology.
Since leaving active duty, he has completed the television pilot for “Chronicles of Atlantis,” along with seven episodes of the first season; “The age of Prophecy” books are a novelization of this endeavor.
He currently lives in Virginia Beach, VA, USA.
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