A Game of Gods: The End is Only the Beginning (The Anunnaki Chronicles Book 1)
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‘Please, Sirs, I do not know of such a woman.’
‘The divine one is of the rarest kind.’
‘I am unable to understand your metaphoric undertones. Please spare me.’ The receptionist started begging for his life.
‘Show us the list of in-patients. We will find out ourselves, and do not dare to speak about this with anyone, or we will send you to hell.’ The other man who was standing in front of the receptionist commanded.
The poor receptionist did as he was asked to. He opened the drawer, picked up a large sized register, and placed it on the table. The man in black rotated the register and started going through the records. After five minutes, his eyes opened wide and he looked at his friends who were waiting eagerly for a favorable outcome. The man’s face gave birth to a diabolic smile. He looked at the man who holding the gun at the receptionist and nodded. He asked the other men to follow him as he started walking towards the stairs.
Until now they were hiding in the dark, but they were there- The mesha mes-en saret.
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The Giza Plateau
The blinding whiteness encompassed all the sides, it was as if moving through a tunnel that was painted with brightly glowing white color from the inside, and no one could ever know what is on the outside. The teleportation was instant, so before you could grasp in the gravity of the travel, you are out of it through the other end, and the sudden fall in sound only deafens the ear, giving a tinnitus like ring to the human ear. Manav had held on tightly this time to the paws of Kun-Ha. However, there was some delay; the travel was not instantaneous. Manav could feel that he was spending time inside the vacuum like whiteness. A sense of nauseating claustrophobia clouded over his mind.
‘What is it? Are we stuck here?’ He asked the angel nervously.
‘There seems to be some kind of terrestrial electromagnetic field that seems to be interfering,’ it closed its eyes and tried to focus onto something. And then it spoke, ‘Yes, just hold on tightly. This is going to be bumpy.’
Rightly as said by the angel, Manav experienced a tremor, followed by another one that had a higher magnitude.
‘Is it over?’ He asked.
‘Quite, hold on!’
And then there was the third tremor, the mighty one. Manav almost dropped down, but he could hardly make out if he had hit the floor or the roof or the sidewalls, for everything looked exactly same.
A bloody endless circular tube.
‘It should not trouble us anymore. You know dear, we must have missed almost an hour’s worth of earth time.’
‘An hour?’ Manav looked at this watch and exclaimed upon finding the reality of time, ‘My watch has not even moved a second! What is this?’
‘You know exactly, what this is. You have written about it, although you made all that up, but you see it actually exists.’
‘Time Warp? How… how in the world?’
‘Your soul might have retained some of its memories from a past life; subconsciously it must have passed on the information. You must have been a great man in some mortal life of yours.’ The guardian angel said with the pride of a martyr’s kin.
‘I feel like we have been inside this for a longer time. I am feeling dizzy now.’
‘Just hold on, humans are not ready for teleportation yet. According to the Anunnaki, the ones who have built this one, an average human male can only withstand one minute of traveling through a terrestrial portal. Your body is not equipped to withstand such high speed. Of course that one minute inside this portal is worth over 6 crore hours of Earth time that is almost 7000 years.’
‘How much time did we spend in here?’
‘Just a little under a nanosecond. That’s why your watch’s second hand has not made a move.’
‘I felt a different kind of movement in the previous portal, the one that we took from Chendi. I felt as if I was being carried up or down. In this one, I feel like being carried forward… or backwards, I am not sure of the direction, but it is lateral.’
‘You are an intelligent one, Manav. This portal is travelling along the 30th parallel north; this is a latitudinal path. Earlier, we had taken a longitudinal path from Chendi to Rajasthan.’
‘How long have these portals been here?’ A curious Manav asked.
‘This was invented by the second greatest civilization in the history of this planet- The Egyptians, way back before the Great War turned the 30th parallel into an arid desert throughout the world.’
‘Great War? Which one?’
‘There were many, between the Anunnakis, the Asuras, the Devas, the Mitras… there were many. However, history is written by the victor, therefore only the Egyptians prevailed through the test of time.’
‘I am little confused here. As far as I can remember, you said that the Anunnakis were gods? How did the Egyptians defeat them?’
‘Firstly, Anunnakis are not gods, they are an advanced civilization. God is far above the scope of the Anunnakis. Secondly, the Egyptians did not defeat Anunnakis in a war.’ The angel said.
Manav’s face showed surprise.
‘The Anunnakis were cheated by the humankind, and to this day they hold their vengeance. The human civilization ambushed the most powerful beings in our solar system, and doomed them into a dimensionless void.’ The angel paused and looked at Manav and passed a crooked smile and said, ‘if I tell you what happened to them, you will faint in here.’
‘Why? Is it so funny?’
‘They were trapped inside an extra-planetary portal.’
Manav’s heart almost punched out of its rib cage. He could not breathe after hearing that, he was already feeling claustrophobic, and now this was more consoling to his fear.
‘You chose this journey, and you will learn a lot in this journey, enough that you will feel the burden of being the sole knower of mankind’s truth. Be prepared, this is your destiny.’
And then, the whiteness completely disappeared, and the visible spectrum replaced the never ending walls with the sands of Egypt and a sun that was drenched in a thick bed of fuming dark clouds raging over him. He felt relieved, but what he saw in front of him, made him feel even smaller than before… The Pyramid of Khufu… The Great Pyramid of Giza.
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Room 49
El-Salaam Hospital, Giza
Captain Hernandez was one of those men who cannot be perpetuated by the lure of the opposite sex, or more specifically by bodily pleasures. He had devoted his life to the sea, and it was long ago that he was married to a beautiful Spanish girl- the one with brown hair, and skin was the color of rose milk and texture like peach. He had never been in love before and never had been fascinated by a woman after the death of his wife, almost fifteen years ago. Although many women tried to get closer to the hunky man of the sea, but he could not place himself against anyone but the woman he loved, who lived no more.
However, here he was, in some rusty Gizan hospital room, looking after a woman he did not know anything about. He could simply ask one of the dock boys or sailors to take care of the issue, but he did not. He personally chose to look after her, only to land in an illegal series of events. He kept on watching her angelic face.
His phone rang. It was Hussein’s call and it was unwillingly answered by the man who was lost in fascination, ‘Hello?’ he spoke.
The voice from the other end was not clear, the line was initially cracking and then it went mute thereafter. Hernandez remembered what the doctor had said earlier, it was a cellphone restricted hospital. He pushed back the phone into his pant pocket and started towards the door. He looked back at the woman who was still lying unconscious and said gently, ‘Do not worry, I will be right back. I am not going anywhere. I wish you could hear me saying this.’
Then he closed the door and moved out to make a call to his friend and colleague, Hussein Al-Atrash. Hernandez had asked Al-Atrash to find suitable donor for the woman earlier that day.
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The two men dashed into the corridor. A t
all white man passed them, but they hardly noticed him, for they had an agenda. The corridor was deserted at this hour of the night. Over the past couple of years, most of the public places were seized and destroyed by radical groups that had taken over Egypt and Libya. Unlike other militant groups, which included the Egyptian wing of the dreaded IS, the Mesha mes-en saret were not known to the world. In fact, most of the Egyptians considered this particular brotherhood as a myth that dated back to 2000 BCE. The only things that existed from that era were the Pyramids and the Sphinx. However, the legend just like many others was passed down from generation to generation of those who settled in Giza, and most of them chose not to believe in it.
The Mesha mes-en Saret or the Army Born of Wisdom, had been lying in the shadows for the last four millennia and the time had come to bring the real light onto this beautiful planet doomed by a misguided civilization. Tonight the crusaders in black had found their final sacrificial entity, and the countdown would soon run out. The sacrificial ritual to open the portal for the Anunnakis to ascend on Earth needed four things – the fertile bull, the holy cat, the sly crocodile, and the divine woman.
Each of the entities represented a certain quality, the bull represented fertility, cat represented the guardians of the underworld, and the crocodile was the symbol of the cold blooded nature of the Anunnakis. While the first three must be offered directly into the ritual fire, the fourth one is for the Anunnaki to seek pleasure upon descending on the sands of Earth. The blood of the divine woman must be dropped into the fire, which will ultimately open the portal and pave way for the Anunnaki to come out of the passage in which they have been trapped for four thousand years. The woman represented the weakness of the One the ancients referred to as the Gods, and they must conquer it.
They looked for a woman with the divine blood in half a dozen other hospitals in Giza before arriving at the El-Salama Hospital. They knew it was only in hospitals and medical centers that they could find the woman easily by going through the database of patients who were admitted there with the necessary blood group. Although, they thought that they had found success earlier that day at the St Mary’s Hospital, but later came to know that the woman with the so-called divine blood had passed away hours before they had arrived.
This was the last hospital to be searched in Egypt, and to their good fortune, they found their divine woman here. It was important that they had her before it was late. They just had 23 hours left for the sacrifice. If they did not get the necessary entities by then, the portal would close again and would remain so for another 4000 years.
The crusaders scanned the number painted on the door of each they passed and then one of them stopped in front of the room that had the following number-
٤٩
The other one stopped and looked at his partner in the eye.
‘This is it! Ammon, we have found the final entity.’ He said. His eyes were dark brown in color and they twinkled with an emotion of awe.
Ammon nodded and then pushed open the door and they stepped inside. There she laid, in front of them, on a bed like a breathing corpse- a woman they were looking for…
The Divine Woman.
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El-Salam Hospital
Giza
Moments ago, a weary Captain Hernandez had seen couple of men dressed in black outfits pass by him. He looked back with little suspicion; nevertheless, he chose to dismiss them as some native visitors at the hospital. He had an important call to make. Little did he know that that moment of ignorance would result in a dramatic turn of events, for when he came back to the room, he found it empty. The patient, the woman that he brought, had disappeared.
He rushed out of the room in panic and went to report at the reception. The dark haired receptionist had his head down on the table inches beside an LCD monitor. He thought that the man at the reception must have dozed off, for it was late in the night.
‘Excuse me?’ Hernandez tried to wake him up.
But he got no response. The head did not even move. Driven by impatience, he shook the man’s shoulder. The man was cold as frozen meat. Desperately, Hernandez lifted the receptionists head from the table, and the face shocked him. The face was bleeding, and on the forehead was the source of the streaming river of blood- a bullet hole.
‘Mierde!’ The Spanish captain swore in his mother tongue as he dropped the head back on the table and recoiled in shock. He yelled, ‘Is anybody here? There is a dead man in the reception.’
His hands shivered, and with the trembling tendons of his palms, he pulled out his cellphone and dialed his friend’s number. The call was answered instantly.
‘Hussein… I … I …’
‘What is it, my friend?’ Hussein Al-Atrash asked.
‘The woman has been kidnapped.’
‘What?’ Al-Atrash bit in horror.
‘… and … and they have killed the receptionist as well. I do not know what is going on here. What kind of a hospital is this? There is no one around.’
‘It is Egypt, what did you expect?’
‘I.. I … do not know what to do. Shall I call the police?’
‘Are you kidding? Just get out of there. If you call the police, you will be jailed for life or stoned to death for the crime of admitting a white woman illegally here.’
‘What about the dead receptionist? What when someone at the hospital finds a dead man in the morning at the reception table? What when they see that room no 49 is empty, the patient and the man with her not in the place where they were supposed to be? Would not that bring enough suspicion?’
‘Hmmm… Well, I had asked you to fill up the registration form with proxy information, Hadn’t I?’
“Yes, I have done that… but…’
‘But what? What do you want my dear? Do you want to be brought at the Giza citadel, and be stoned to death by hundreds who hate people of your faith and race? You know how it works here… and it has only become worse since the radicals have taken over.’
Hernandez gulped in his saliva, and took a deep breath. He thought about the terrifying possibilities of being honest, but somehow he could not write off the concern he had for the woman.’
‘You are still thinking about the woman, aren’t you?’ The Egyptian asked presumptively.
Hernandez remained silent, but his silence struck the chord of affirmation.
‘I told you… that the woman would be a curse. Now, get out before anyone sees you.’ Hussein thought for a minute, while the Spanish captain maintained his streak of silence. Then Hussein said, ‘I will come for you, my friend. At Drushtum complex, be there. The place is about a mile from where you are. Get out of there… Now!’
The phone was disconnected by the Hussein. Hernandez pushed it back into his pocket dejectedly. He calculated the possibilities of circumstances that would rise if he chose to inform the officials at the hospital or the police. However, they were demeaning even to the insane. He decided to get out. He sprinted up the stairs to the room that was allotted to him, and collected all that had been strewn around in the attaché that he had brought with himself. Luckily, he was travelling light, he always did.
After ten minutes, he was outside the hospital gate. It was dark, and the earth was preparing itself for the darkest night in a thousand years. Unlike other people, Hernandez could see better in the lowest of lights, perhaps one of the advantages of serving in the seas for half of his life. He pulled out his cellphone once again and opened Google Maps. He took the dirty street and started running towards the West.
Under the ceiling of the starlit sky, the absence of the moon did not give much trouble to the man from Spain. The night breeze blew ounces of sand on to his face, but he had to keep moving until he reached the Dushtrum Complex. For the ancients, the stars served as the path guides, while the cellphone did the job for the modern man. Far ahead, he saw a glimpse of light. He was a good half a mile away from the hospital, so he slowed down. He tried to focus at the light source. A lantern and couple
more dangling over a moving object. Upon careful inspection from that distance, he saw camels. Seven of them, and but six of them were mounted with men. It was difficult to see them, for they were dressed in a shade darker than the night. The unmounted camel had something whitish tied over its back, perfectly fit on the contours of its hump. Hernandez used his phones camera app to zoom in. Amidst the digital noise formed by the darkness, he saw an appalling image. The white thing on the camel, was the woman he had saved from Mediterranean Sea… stripped off her clothes, all nude and white as a lilac plucked off its terrain. The men slowly drove the camels off the road and onto the sand, they moved.
I will come for you, my friend. At Drushtum complex, be there. The place is about a mile from where you are. His friend had said few minutes ago.
Get out of there… Now! He had advised.
‘Lo Siento amigo… I am sorry, Hussein. I cannot give up on this woman…’ Hernandez said to himself and followed the woman.
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The Pyramid of Khufu, Giza
As the bashful dark clouds shrouded the sky just above the Pyramid of Khufu and the Sphinx, Manav looked in the other direction, he noticed that the rest of sky over Giza was clear as glass. He looked further, and found smoke rising from the Southern side, and there was something burning on the sand near the Pyramid of Queens.
‘Is there anything that’s bothering you?’ asked Kun-Ha who was now on his paws.
‘Something’s burning there. Look!’ He pointed towards the South. Manav got up on his feet, fumbled once, and then started paddling across the desert with his feet. He had never ran so quickly on sand before, so he fell on his face couple of times. Five minutes later, he was standing at the spot, in front of the Pyramid of Queens, from where the smoke was coming. It was a plane crash, some kind of an army chopper and it had suffered severe explosion. The fire had settled down, only the smoke remained. Instinctively, he stepped inside whatever remained of the burnt aircraft.