Baltor nodded his head, before he said with a complacent tone of voice, “I do wish.”
Trendon wasn’t done, as he continued to say, “Just so you know, this is the immortality that E so desperately craves, evident by what he writes about and what he sings about. If we prematurely took him away from his world, and made him into one of us, which we could so easily do, people will not remember his name until the End of Time…
“Yet by allowing him to live out his entire life with fifty-two very fruitful years to go, you will also allow him to create forty-six books and nearly a thousand songs, and only after his death will this world realize his true value to them all. They—and their future generations—and their future generations after them, will forever love him…it is, in part, because of him that Earth will ultimately transcend the hatreds and fears that are so prevalent in this world right now, and become so successful. Once most of the strife, hatred and violence is gone, then the advanced civilizations in this universe will reveal themselves…as well their far-more-advanced technologies!”
After a short pause without interruption, Trendon asked, “Any more questions about your friend E, my apprentice?”
“No, my master.”
“Are you ready to get to work?”
“Yes, master.”
“Good. Then what I want you to do next is to acquire the other nine skulls—take these four with you. I will meet you here at midnight tomorrow night, as I have booked this room until Wednesday morning. In the meantime, I’m going to enjoy myself for the next twenty-four hours ‘painting the town red.’ Understand?”
“Yes, Mr. Harrn.”
In the next moment, Baltor picked up the skulls and put them back into his “magic pocket.” As he knew where to teleport next…this is what he did.
Instantly, he was in “the secret basement” of the Temple of Angkor Wat in Cambodia, where the fifth skull had been stored on a ritualistic-looking pedestal.
Only a moment after having acquired it and putting it inside his magic pocket, he teleported to the next skull. This location existed in an ancient underground temple in Antarctica, which singular megalithic structure slightly resembled the very temples at his very last stop—the skull sat on the top of the structure.
His next stop happened to be China, where the skull had been placed on a pedestal in the temple in the middle of an underground city, filled with tens of thousands Chinese stone statues of soldiers just about everywhere.
The next stop…Stonehenge in Great Britain—this skull buried under five feet of dirt in the very middle. Fortunately, the night skies ruled when he arrived, so he did not have to worry about being seen as he dug it up.
The next stop…a British Museum. Baltor utilized the same exact methods as with the Louvre in order to acquire the skull.
The next…the Louvre Museum in Paris. This skull had to be replaced with “a magical optical illusion” that would last 24 hours…
The next…inside the coffin of an ancient Mayan high priest, in Peru.
And the final two had been taken from two private owners—the first being a French archeologist’s grandfather who had recovered it in Mexico a century earlier. The second owner being a billionaire who lived in a mansion on his very own tropical island—Baltor again cast the 24-hour illusion for both skulls.
Overall, it took him a grand total of one hour and thirty-five minutes to acquire all thirteen, before he had arrived back in the hotel room—from all the teleporting, he was quite exhausted, and so he passed out in his bed.
The following night, he was awakened to feeling himself being shaken…upon opening his eyes, he discovered Trendon standing next to him.
“Sleep well?”
While yawning and stretching, Baltor said aloud, “Yeah…it pooped me out.”
“Excellent. So…are you ready for the next phase, which will be you practicing driving cars, tanks, helicopters, jets, etc?”
“Yes, my master,” Baltor said as he sat up in bed.
In the next moment, he sat in the driver’s seat of a red Ferrari, which car happened to be the very same that he had seen on television in the Eighth Plane—looking over to the passenger’s seat—the only other seat in this car—he saw Trendon sitting there.
With a wave of the hand that ended with his finger pointing straight ahead, Trendon said, “Don’t worry about cops or people—there’s nobody living around, as we’re in a simulator of our minds. Think of this like a video game and have fun…”
In the next moment, Baltor turned the key and began driving it around, mostly at top speed—within thirty seconds he knew how to drive the car, comfortably…
Nearly an hour later, Trendon said, “All right, now to a tank.”
Instantly, they were now sitting in an M1 battle-tank—Trendon said, “Go ahead and take her for a test drive.”
Remembering his training from the video game, Baltor started the tank and took it for a test-drive, which tank could go up to whopping sixty-five miles per hour and could easily run over trees.
An hour later, Trendon said, “All right—now to a helicopter.”
In the next moment, Baltor sat in the seat of an Apache helicopter, with a pilot’s helmet already on his head—the vehicle sat on a helicopter-landing pad on a modern-day military base. Trendon sat in the gunner’s seat located behind his own.
“Go ahead and take her for a test drive for a little while, before I show you how to fire the machine guns and rockets.”
Baltor did everything perfectly—a little more than two exciting hours later, Trendon ordered, “Perfect. Land her back at the strip.”
He did—thereupon, Trendon said, “Now to the jet.”
In the next split second, they now sat in an F-15 Strike Eagle—also landed in the beginning of a landing strip on an aircraft carrier.
“Ready, apprentice?”
“Yes, master,” he said, before he cranked on the turbine engines, which instantly roared to life—in fact, the engines of this jet and the tank he had driven sounded exactly the same! Right away, he pushed forward on the throttle, which caused the jet to move faster and faster each passing second.
Only a handful of seconds later, they were already up in the air, and Baltor began yanking the joystick here and there using just his telekinetic powers—not unlike riding on his giant hawk, Praetor!
“Whooo hoooooooo!” Baltor screamed in exultation.
“Glad to know you’re having fun, young one,” Trendon said with a smile. “Whenever you’re done flying, just let me know.”
“Okay.”
One very exciting hour later, after hundreds of aerobatic maneuvers were performed, as well shooting off a bunch of missiles at other jets that were flying about, or blowing up towers sitting on the ground, Baltor said, “Ready whenever you are for the next vehicle to try out.”
It was then that Trendon caused Time to stop with the snap of a finger, before he asked, “Lessons are over—excellent job. Are you ready for the next stage and open up the spaceship?”
“Yes, my master.”
Trendon nodded his head one time, before saying, “Very well—in a minute or so when I’m done with my little briefing, I’m going to teleport us both to the storage facility where the ship is parked. Don’t worry about the process of checking us out of the hotel…it’s already been taken care of. And don’t worry about the training to learn how to fly this ship. I’ll have you do that training for real.”
“Okay.”
“Once we’re there at the ship,” Trendon added, “there will be ‘a time freeze’ still going on, which will give us fifteen minutes to set the skulls around this ship, which in turn will open the door. Once opened, pick up the skulls, put them into your pocket, and enter the ship—all the while I will be fixing the ship so it is once again flyable. Once fixed, I will navigate us to the next location, which will be deep underneath the Atlantic Ocean. Once we’re in the abysmal parts, I’ll begin fixing everything else that needs to get fixed. Once the sh
ip’s one hundred percent operational, I’ll teach you how to pilot it, in which your new title is Navigator—as for me, I will be the ship’s Captain. Capiche, Navigator?”
“Capiche, Captain,” Baltor replied, understanding not only everything that Trendon had said, yet knowing the proper way to reply to that 1940s slang word, which he had heard Reva use that 1940s slang word many-a-times throughout their vacation, meaning “do you understand?” She explained not only what it meant, yet that in order to reply, one must use the same word.
Upon hearing his navigator’s reply, Trendon closed his eyes for a split second—in the next split second, both stood next to each other inside a massive storage facility.
Besides all the guards frozen in place, there rested hundreds of rows of stacked wooden boxes. Every box had been stamped with the symbol of a sickle crossed with a hammer. In the very middle of this room sat a sleek-looking and silvery-colored spaceship, mostly wrapped under a blue tarp.
“All right, Baltor, what you need to do is to set the thirteen skulls evenly around the ship in a circle—I know you can do a perfect job.”
“Yes, captain.”
Within a half-minute’s time, all skulls were set…in the next moment, they magically glowed a bluish color for a single second. In the next, a whooshing sound occurred as the ship’s ramp began to open and lower to the ground. All the while, Trendon telekinetically folded up the tarp until two-feet-by-two-feet, and sitting in his physical hands. By this time, the ramp touched the ground.
In the next moment, Trendon said, “Grab the skulls and hurry inside…be aware that there are three alien corpses in there, although they won’t stink as they’ve been dead for a long time.”
“Yes, master,” he said, just before he did. After picking up the final skull and putting it into his magic pocket, he hurried on inside—he could go left or he could go right.
To the left, he heard Trendon say, “I’m over here in the engine room.”
Just then, Baltor heard that whooshing sound occur again, as the ramp began to slide close—already had he begun to make his way for the rear of the ship.
After seeing that Trendon telekinetically moved tools that were fixing damaged parts of the now-exposed engine, Baltor asked, “After we’ve taken off, are you wanting me to cast an illusion spell, and make it look like the spaceship with the tarp on it is still there?”
While simultaneously repairing the engine, Trendon answered, “Sounds good…by the time they discover that this ship is gone tomorrow, we will be long gone.”
“Okay.”
Nearly twenty minutes later, Trendon finally said, “There—that should make it work. Follow me to the cockpit. I will drive.”
“Okay.”
With that, Trendon led the way through the equally-slick-on-the-inside-as-the-outside ship to the cockpit doors. After a psychic thought, the doors mechanically slid open upon his approach.
The first thing that drew Baltor’s attention was the fact that there were three nearly-burnt-to-a-crisp alien corpses sitting in cockpit seats—the alien on the left had a helmet-with-goggles on his head, and a joystick in his left hand. The parts that weren’t burnt on these aliens revealed they had vanilla-colored/ovular-shaped heads, black-orbed eyes, black gloves, black boots and a silver-colored uniform. He had seen one such creature on the boat in the Abyss.
In the front part of the cockpit sat a large sci-fi computer terminal filled with buttons and gadgets galore, which terminal had also been severely damaged by fire—and sitting above the terminal, as well around the entire circular-shaped/fire-damaged cockpit (including through the doors that had already sealed shut), there were silver walls, a floor and a ceiling. There were no windows anywhere.
After plucking off the helmet and joystick, Trendon levitated the bodies to the back part of the ship—meanwhile, the man physically took a seat on the front-left side. With a point of his finger to the seat in the right, he next revealed, “Sit there.”
Baltor did.
“I still have some parts to fix up here in the cockpit, so give me some time…be patient.”
“Okay.”
Trendon closed his eyes—spare parts began to fly into the cockpit, as well more tools. Those tools began to remove the damaged parts, and put on the new parts. Within eight minutes, the tools and the old parts levitated out of the room, only seconds before he said, “All right…let’s go!”
With that, he put on the helmet with goggles, before informing, “I will be starting up the engines in just a second—it takes thirty seconds for the engines to warm up before we can fly out of here. As soon as I tell you to, cast that illusion.”
“Yes, captain.”
In that moment, despite the fact that time continued to remain frozen, the engines fired up. It was then that Baltor asked, “But captain…how are you going to get the ship out of here? There is only one exit out of this building, of which is locked and sealed?”
Trendon laughed just before he said, “No—in this ship, we don’t need an exit—we’ll pass through the ceiling as if it were simply an illusion, although it’s not, nor are we. Buckle your seatbelt.”
Baltor laughed back, while nodding his head and using his hands to buckle in.
A few moments later, the walls, floor and ceiling abruptly transformed into a 360-degree television screen, revealing the bunker all around them, including the concrete ground and the metallic ceiling above! The only objects that could now be seen in the cockpit at all were the two men, the helmet and joystick, the three seats and seatbelts, the control panel, and the areas that had been ravaged by fire.
Baltor continued to remain absolutely amazed at this unbelievable machine, especially as the spaceship began to rise higher and higher off the ground—and yet it wasn’t going slow at all, for only two seconds later, it had already passed through the ceiling, flying straight up into the night sky! Looking below, he could see that the roof was still totally intact.
Interrupting Baltor’s mesmerized thoughts, Trendon ordered, “Baltor, go ahead and cast that image now.”
“Yes, captain,” he said before he mentally cast the illusion inside the storage facility.
Once done, a few seconds later, he began to look all around, noting that they were now moving forward, going at least Mach-7, but it didn’t feel like there was a single ounce of a gravitational pull, like when he had been on the airplane. There were the slight rumblings of the incredibly powerful engine, as well the occasional shake of his seat as it lightly bounced around. He asked aloud, “So how fast can this thing go?”
Though Trendon still wore the helmet and goggles, he looked over before answering, “Very… Once we get everything fixed and tweaked, I will teach you how to pilot it; and once you have gotten good, I’ll let you discover the very answer to your question in the pilot’s seat…okay?”
“Okay, captain,” Baltor answered.
Just then, they began flying over a blurry mass of sea, evident by the deep-blue waters with the four-foot high white tides…only seconds passed before it splashed into the oceanic waters…and only seconds more passed before it had already plummeted thousands of feet until at the very bottom of the sea!
Soon after, they had discovered an even deeper and darker cavern, which led them straight down thousands more feet, until in pitch-black waters. Still another remarkable feature this ship possessed was the fact that although there had been thousands of sea-creatures in the ship’s path, a magnetic force field harmlessly pushed them off to the side before passing by.
Perhaps ten seconds after they had entered those pitch-black waters, the ship stopped, though Baltor was only aware of this fact because of the fact that his seat had slightly bounced up and down—after Trendon had taken off his helmet and set it onto the armrest, he asked, “So what do you think?”
Baltor answered the question with another question, “Of what? The ship? It’s unbelievably amazing, except for the fact it’s true!”
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With a laugh, Baltor responded, “Oh—well, all I see through the black waters out there are plain-looking rock walls.”
“That is because of the creatures out there who fled, due to all the vibrations this ship put out. But, in a few moments, they will return—ah, see them?”
Neither men had to use any sort of special vision to see these monstrous-looking sea creatures of all shapes and sizes, a few as big as a house—they all began to come out of hiding places. At the same time, many of these creatures had already begun to light up like light bulbs, in order to attract their prey! Already had the game of cat-and-mouse recommenced…abysmal-underwater style.
After clucking his tongue, Baltor added, “This is such an incredible sight, captain…except most of these creatures look so hideous and ugly! A few look like some of the monsters I saw in hell.”
Trendon answered most-seriously, “As hideous and ugly as these very monsters seem, they only have the mind of very-low-functioning animals. Still, they play a crucial element for this planet’s very survival and evolutionary development, as they have always done. The leftover remains of the prey become the food for algae, which in turn become the food for many of the other sea creatures, which in turn creates all of the other food chain lists, with the humans at the very top of that list. Yet even these humans’ remains, after his or her death that inevitably comes, sooner or later, turn out to become great fertilizer for either the ground or the sea. What amazes me about mortals of all forms is just how hard they persevere on, even though they know it is but a matter of time before death comes to take them…
“Similar-but-different creatures also exist deep underwater on your planet, of whom have the very same mission as these creatures, kill or be killed—as a matter of fact, on one thousand, eight hundred, and forty two different planets or watery moons do these pre-prehistoric life forms exist. Now do we have the right to judge even the ugliest of these creatures, and say that they don’t have a right to exist just because they’re ugly and hideous?”
“No, my captain, we don’t have that right to judge them—in fact, I kid you not when I see their inner beauty, strangely enough.”
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