Tablet of Destinies

by Traci Harding

  ‘This is a pleasant role reversal, I must say.’ Maelgwn gripped Brian’s extended hand around the wrist and slapped Brian’s shoulder in an endearing fashion.

  ‘It figures you’d think so, Dragon.’ Brian was a little uncomfortable in the regal dress, as he inwardly walked the thin line between nerves and excitement. ‘I thought you’d be too busy sunning yourself by your pool today to be bothered vexing me.’

  ‘Surely nothing could vex anyone on so grand a day as this.’ Maelgwn became more eloquent. ‘May the muses be with you, Brian. I thought I’d been given some enormous and amazing quests in my time, but the legend you create today will beat all.’

  ‘I did have a little help.’ Brian smiled broadly and looked at Noah to include him in the equation. ‘I’ve been wanting to thank you both for the incredible job you’ve done over the past months. Your foresight and assistance has really saved my butt.’

  ‘And what a cute butt it is …’ Candace entered, although she could have been mistaken for a Goddess from ancient myth in her long elegant gown of pale gold.

  The colour of the dress was a stunning contrast to her dark Mediterranean complexion and her eyes of deep brown. Her long, dark curls were piled high into a bun that was interwoven with golden ribbon, and only a few long ringlets fell about her neck and shoulders.

  ‘Wow!’ Maelgwn was stunned by her beauty, as was Noah.

  ‘You shall surely be the story on everyone’s lips today, Governess,’ Noah flattered her.

  ‘How lovely of you to say so, En Noah,’ Candace said graciously, surprised at how eloquent the once shy historian had become.

  ‘I say we forget the address, as I am bound to with you sitting next to me looking like that!’ Brian approached his wife and taking up her hand, he kissed it, then her palm, her forearm, her upper arm, her shoulder. ‘I suggest a more private luncheon is in order.’

  ‘It is against the rules to claim the prize before you’ve run the race, Governor,’ Candace teased, slipping away from him. ‘Until this evening, gentlemen.’ She waved to Maelgwn and Noah as she left them to finish up their conversation.

  Brian drew in a deep breath and then released it completely. ‘Well, here goes everything.’ He raised his eyebrows in expectation.

  ‘DJ Nova will ensure that you are well received,’ Noah guaranteed, ‘so just enjoy the moment.’

  ‘Oh, I’ll enjoy the moment, alright,’ Brian scoffed, ‘the moment that this address is over.’ He headed out the door in pursuit of his wife. ‘I look forward to seeing you both … afterwards.’

  Maelgwn turned back to the historian after farewelling Brian. ‘Well, En Noah, today should prove to be another brilliant edition for your Chronicles.’

  ‘The dawn of a whole new volume, I’ll wager,’ Noah smiled, as he greatly looked forward to the unfolding of it. ‘The future is always a grand adventure.’

  Maelgwn looked thoughtful, as the future had always meant work for him before today. ‘And for the first time I feel that the adventure is going to live up to expectation.’

  Welcome PeaceKeepers. This is DJ Nova beaming to you live from Kila, where the liberator of our galaxy, Lahmu, will be enlightening us all very shortly with his vision for the future. But before we cross live to the address, I would like to take the opportunity to read to you the great work that made me aware of the coming of Lahmu and inspired me into this perilous vocation. I have read fragments to you before today, but here for the first time in its entirety is the Great Prophecy of the Sage of Eridu.

  The DJ did not expose herself on the visual broadcast. All the images were being relayed from the ballroom, where Brian was making his way to the podium.

  As Vice-Governor, Rhun was present at the luncheon, along with his wife, Sybil, the Secretary of State. All the rest of the Alexanders and extended family had made themselves comfortable in Tory and Maelgwn’s lounge room and were intently watching DJ Nova’s broadcast on a large soft-light screen.

  Tory sat and took in the prophecy that had been made known to her before today. She thought it the perfect prologue for Brian’s announcement, especially the verse that read: ‘All men being equal, the universe will seed a Chosen one of every breed.’ This verse was sure to take some of the shock out of the day’s announcements.

  He has fulfilled the Great Prophecy and delivered the interplanetary chain from Pantheon rule. He has made good the promise of Marduk to abolish slavery in the galaxy. Many of you watching and listening to this broadcast today are experiencing your first taste of freedom, and every other citizen now knows a life without a Nefilim patron to serve. One man has risked all so that every human being would be given charge of their own life. That man is Lahmu. Please open your ears, eyes, hearts and minds to the new voice of the Allied Logoi.

  As Brian stepped into the spotlight, a hush fell in the rowdy room. Tory crossed her fingers for her brother, although Brian appeared more confident and in command than she’d ever seen him — in this life or any other.

  ‘Delegates, dignitaries, friends and family. I am Brian Alexander, Governor of Kila, whom some of you will have come to know better as Lahmu.’ A deafening round of applause broke out, and Brian was flattered to have to wait to continue his address. ‘I bid you all welcome to this gathering, from where it is our intention to reconstruct the political framework of our galaxy. Not an easy task, I grant you, but just a few short months ago it would have been completely inconceivable, so I trust we shall have an easier time of it today.’

  This perspective amused the audience and Brian went on to confirm the disintegration of the Great Pantheon and their imminent return to their soul-source. Next, he praised the efforts of all the races in the construction of the shield for Anu, which was progressing ahead of schedule. If all continued to go as well as expected, the shield would be operational within the fortnight.

  It was smart of her brother to begin his address thus, Tory considered, for it illustrated perfectly what could be achieved when all the races cooperated.

  Then came time for the big announcement.

  ‘As was prophesied to eventuate with the demise of the Pantheon, the universe has seeded a Chosen One of every breed.’

  There was a great gasp from the audience, and a round of noisy mutterings broke out as Thais, Hawk, Tyrus-Leon and Zabeel came to stand on the stage behind Brian’s podium.

  ‘As it was the will of the Logoi that I rule in the Pantheon’s stead, so too is it the will of creation that these Chosen Ones serve under me, to be my eyes and ears for each of their individual races.’

  The announcement that Thais was to rule on Karleashian came as no surprise to his people, and was cheered madly by the small delegation of Centaurs who’d accompanied him to the address. However, the full withdrawal of the Falcon military force from the planet raised a few eyebrows among those of the bird persuasion in the room, but they soon changed their tune when they learnt of the compensation. Ereshkigal’s force would transfer to Tarazean, as this planet was to be placed under the leadership of Hawk, the pirate hero and father of the Chosen One of the Falcon race.

  The arrangement made Tory smile, for her Falcon incarnation who was giving Hawk so much grief, would now be directly answerable to the pirate captain. A curious start for a relationship, she thought, certain that Hawk and his warrioress would fall in love now that destiny had thrown them together. They would have met anyway, she realised, even if she hadn’t lent a psychic hand to help Hawk find the twin-soul eluding him.

  The Leonine, Tyrus-Leon, was welcomed as ruler in Nugia. Thanks to Maelgwn’s timely repression of the Nefilim, the planet still had its capital city, Su. As they had not been forced to blow up the city to prevent Nabu from reclaiming it, the underground transportation system was also fully operational.

  Tory was on the edge of her seat by the time Brian got around to announcing Zabeel’s appointment. He was introduced as the Delphinus son of the Dragon, and Zabeel was given a standing ovation by many of the Delphinus representative
s in the ballroom.

  ‘Gee, for a virtual unknown, Uncle Zabeel is sure being well received.’ Asher commented back to his grandfather.

  ‘Many of these Delphinus are old enough to remember how the Dragon delivered the entire population of Mazua City to the Aten, before Shamash’s deadly weapon destroyed their capital,’ Noah advised the lad, so that Maelgwn didn’t have to boast. ‘With a father who’s a national hero to his race, Zabeel will be given a chance by his people. Now it is up to him to prove his worth.’

  Naturally, the Delphinus’ beloved water planet had been left to them, along with the huge mobile city, the Aten, which the Delphinus had been occupying since the Dragon delivered them there seventy years before.

  The planet of Numan would now belong to the interplanetary chain; because of the building of the shield for Anu, the prime mineral mined on Numan, charichalum, was going to be in great demand and no one race deserved a monopoly. The production of Orme charichalum would have to be closely monitored now that the Chosen Ones had been made aware of its destructive potential. It was the responsibility of Lahmu’s government to prevent the substance falling into the wrong hands.

  ‘Over the next few weeks there will be several conferences held,’ Brian wound up his address. ‘At the end of which we hope to emerge with governing bodies for each of these new territories. I wish to stress at this point that from now on every human, regardless of race, is welcome on any of the allied planets represented by this ruling body. It is my greatest wish that, in the not too distant future, we shall all have a place that we are proud to call home.’

  The applause resonated through the room, the city, the star system and throughout the galaxy — a harmonic convergence of hope and release. Humankind had come of age.

  In the darkened, frosty remains of the Nefilim’s grand city on Nibiru, Shala and Micah joined the Devas and their kindred in the temple dedicated to their Solar Logos.

  It is done, Micah advised the Devas. All our possessions in the material world, we have renounced. And this plane of matter, saturated by emotion, is now in the hands of those more equipped to comprehend it.

  Then let us move on, Sacha decreed, relieved that the Devas’ work in the earthly realm was also complete.

  Time to start the long journey homeward, Psyche concurred, reaching into her stomach and ripping open the fibre of her being to create a path between realms.

  Sacha touched each adept in turn, on the crown, whereupon the energy centres of their subtle bodies withdrew into the central heart chakra and all trace of their physical form vanished into a single orb of celestial light.

  One by one the soul-centres trailed each other down the otherworldly passage to be reunited with kindred souls in the causal universe, where Anu’s revitalising rays still shone down brightly upon the fair city of Nibiru.

  All the highlights of the performance on Centre Stage were over and most of the residents were heading home during the fireworks display to hear Nova’s final broadcast, although a good crowd remained in the park to view it on the big screen there.

  When Brian, Rhun and company finally made it to the family gathering the party was in full swing.

  ‘Not too shabby,’ Maelgwn commented, handing the Governor a drink on his way through the door.

  ‘Well, we’ve not received any assassination threats yet, so we figure that all the delegates were pleased by the outcome.’ Brian was beaming, already a little tipsy from the day’s festivities.

  ‘I told him this Lahmu stunt would work wonders,’ Rhun boasted, as he urged his uncle into the house, so that he wouldn’t hold up the traffic.

  ‘We’re not too late to catch Nova’s final broadcast, are we?’ Candace kissed Maelgwn’s cheek as she and Sybil entered behind their two fairly merry male companions.

  ‘Not at all, you’ve time to spare.’ Maelgwn gave Sybil a squeeze and then let her go to greet Zabeel and his fiancé.

  Cordella had shed years since their last meeting. Dumuzi’s firstborn Delphinus daughter had needed no prompting to end her mortal life, once Zabeel had tapped into his past-life as Marduk and proven her destined to join the ranks of the Chosen.

  ‘Cordella, you look wonderful.’ Maelgwn kissed her hand.

  ‘I feel wonderful,’ she said sincerely. ‘Thank you … Father.’ She tried the name out for size and it felt a little odd.

  ‘Welcome home, Cordella, your kindred have missed you.’ Maelgwn smiled warmly as he attempted to close the door on Zabeel. ‘I don’t know about your choice of husband though?’ he ribbed, as Zabeel struggled against his father to get back in.

  ‘It’s a done deal, Dragon.’ Zabeel was amazed by how easily his father could hold him off.

  ‘He comes from a very good family, I hear,’ Cordella defended on her beloved’s behalf.

  ‘Well, that’s true,’ Maelgwn considered, while Zabeel rammed the door with his shoulder to no great effect. ‘He could use a little building up, though,’ he teased.

  ‘We really do need to teach our father some manners, Zabeel.’ Rhun came to his younger brother’s rescue, and Cordella was forced out of way of the all-in brawl.

  ‘No more sons, Tory!’ Maelgwn cried out, being soundly defeated two to one.

  ‘No more anything, period!’ she yelled back at him from the kitchen, where she and Rhiannon were preparing food.

  The sound of a baby crying spurred everyone to laughter, thinking someone was being funny.

  ‘Alright, who brought a baby?’ Brian posed aloud and then looked at his wife’s belly. ‘Junior?’ he queried, adding to the amusement.

  The cry was heard again and louder this time.

  Maelgwn’s eyes turned towards the stairs. ‘It’s coming from the nursery,’ he uttered softly, hesitant to speak out loud, lest he was wrong.

  Tory came darting down the hallway past their guests to meet her husband on the staircase. Their smiles were the only sign of their hopes, as they raced each other to the nursery.

  In the double crib lay the two newborn babes, naked and screaming for a feed.

  At the sound of their cries, Tory’s breast filled with milk and tears of relief flowed from her eyes. ‘My babes.’

  The elated parents rushed to touch the vision and hold it, to be certain it was real. Maelgwn wrapped Avery in blankets and cradled him, as Tory cuddled Lirathea, kissing her head repeatedly.

  Maelgwn could barely see for his own tears as he gazed down upon the fair twins with eyes of violet just like their mother’s. ‘Praise the Goddess I married you, Tory Alexander. Had I had my way —’

  ‘It was a team effort,’ she insisted. ‘You, me … them. And what a team we make.’ She leant over and kissed him, loving Maelgwn all the more for their trials and cherishing the twins tenfold due to their recent absence.

  ‘I’ve learnt all I care to about the past and the future. It’s time I started living for the present.’ Maelgwn sniffled back his emotion, resting his forehead against Tory’s. ‘You and the twins are my quest, and my reason for being from now on.’

  Tory smiled to second his sentiment. ‘Until death makes us one,’ she vowed.

  Well, peacekeepers, that’s about all we have for you from Kila. We trust you have all found cause to celebrate and that you look to the future with hope and wonderful expectations. The time for this rebel DJ to hang up the headset permanently is finally upon us, but I feel no sadness that my task is at an end, for this is day we’ve all been striving for. Mission accomplished, I bid you all peace, love and prosperity. And remember …

  Heaven and earth were your parents

  and starlight flows in your veins.

  Let awareness be your home,

  honesty, your divine power,

  and character, your magic secret.

  Make carelessness your enemy,

  benevolence, your amour,

  and righteousness, your weapon.

  Use unclouded thought as your strategy,

  right action, as your miracle,

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p; and understanding, as your means.

  Desire only to seize life’s opportunities,

  fulfil your potential,

  and follow your heart.

  May the Logos shine through you all

  and shower you with blessings,

  forever and ever, Amen.

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