The Uplift Protocol: In the Beginning

I blinked rapidly. I lowered my fist.

I had been throwing all my physical might at it. How did Chronos get in here?

White said, <>

I buried my face in my hands, “Then what is required?” Had everyone known I was chasing at windmills?

Doc sighed, knowing my worries, <>

I knelt upon the crystal cover of the barrier. Watching the pristine waters flow around the slumbering planets. On the Amber casings below, I could make out markings.

To protect the past, I grant you safe passage through the waters of….

White croaked out, >>Elysium.<<

I stated the obvious, “So every holy book and myth has a piece of the puzzle?”

Her tiger form materialized. She sat down heavily next to me.

The terror was plain to see.

She said, “Why would the Weave and the Highest allow Chronos to take the Word?”

She paced. Nervous energy flowed from each paw pad. I asked, “Are you sure that Chronos can even understand this Word?” She stopped dead in her tracks. Then buried that massive head of hers into my chest. “That gives me hope.”

Black nudged me with his other paw, “You see sister? Not all is as it appears. Even our memories.” Dexter said, “I wonder what was hidden from you both. We have seen the Fall….”

I responded, “A fall. Not THE fall.”

An image rose from the depths.

Noah thumped his staff against the barrier, “You must find a way.”

I pressed my face to the hardened surface. It sang.

I recoiled from the sheer beauty within the refrain. Not in horror but from the overwhelming sense of peace.

<>

The other question: How did Chronos breach this. The music alone would have melted his brain. I smacked my forehead. “The embryo within Nyx.”

Noah wrapped the top of my head with his staff. Very gently.

“You’re learning.”

Hidan landed next to me. Unfurled his wings and sang. Images rippled across the surface. I didn’t have the words to describe it. My hand pushed through the surface and the water poured into my mouth as the rest of me was sucked in. Doc’s yellow light dived in after.

The water flowed into my lungs. There was no pain. Just us and the music.

Doc took my hand. My heart soared. Then I felt it. A discordant note. Faint but it kept scrabbling in the background. I followed it to a planet covered in great spheres. They reached up beyond the atmosphere. Covered in amber. A section of the wall was revealed.

The words rearranged themselves.

“These are the planets we were able to save. It is up to our descendants to follow the Path of Truth. See with eyes unclouded.”

Timat said, “We will protect these memories. Unity will not have them. For they are divine.” I rolled my shoulders, “Glad I'll have something to remember.” Even with the memory shrouding of Uplift Protocol, that too was a broken image of Unity’s design, some knowledge wasn’t meant for us. I pressed my palm to the doorway. It pulled us in.

Inside was a marble walkway. Golden statues on both sides. The words weren’t translated. Figures were encased in stasis. The amber sang them into a deep slumber. Unlike the perverted version the Keepers used. Micheal Brookes’ reports had given us a special kind of insight into that living nightmare. I jerked to a halt. The face within the amber was Humanoid.

Doc rested a palm on the stasis field.

“No tricks. We share the same genome.”

I peered beyond the status field. He was wearing similar robes to Noah!

A small white sphere floated towards us. “Greetings. I am 2-7 Niner. Arcane repository matrix for this facility. We welcomed the honored Arbiter and the Lady of the Isles. Follow, please.” The water warmed. My fingers tingled. It flowed over us. An iris opened. Within were two oval chairs. Niner circled them. The infinity symbol blinked to life on the screen before us.

The words flowed into my brain:

“In the beginning there was balance….”

The Requilary of Worlds

Creation Cycle (Foundation)

Ouroborous of Life

Tarkanan Urraden bowed. The selection process had been vigorous. But now he commanded the Shard of Typha’s illumination. To safeguard it from harm was the greatest honor. Behind him, V’lar Ayeer grinned. They had been raised within the sight of the Three. Each man had been blessed with gray eyes of the Highest. A rare color gifted to Typherians.

Noah’s deep blue eyes twinkled, “I see. Well, I bid you good tidings Shardbearers of Typha.”

Behind the middle-aged human were the winged ones. Hi’dan and his scholars. The three clans of Angels. Charged by the Weave and Highest to maintain the peace and order of the worlds around them. All flowed equally through the Ouroborous of Life. Regenerating their populations with new growth and births.

It was perfect.

*****

Lucifer strode towards the main Library. The watchful eyes of the Three stared down. As if to offer council. What did he need of it? It was perplexing. Father had created him and his brothers first. Why did he lavish such attention on these frail mortal upstarts? The J’kua, Typherians, Litari, Bardaxians, the list was enormous. His most prized pet was Humanity and the Markav. So pious. So trusting.

Even above the Bardaxians and their simple notions of goodness. All of them were flawed. Father persisted with the Tapestry. But was it the right path? The True path? He accessed the Codex. The words flowed over his eyes.

The divine host protects the lines of magic. Never cross those lines.

Lucifer paced.

Curiosity bloomed. What would happen….

A hand brushed his shoulder. The Twin Rulers of the Sky.

The female was clothed in white robes. Her face was humanoid. Three golden eyes trailed over his face. A silent regard. Worry bled at the edges. The other swathed in black robes. The golden armor underneath proclaimed his role. Brother Protector to his Sister. They in turn guided the mortals.

Many pairs had been birthed before the rabble of mortality.

Always two. A male and a female.

Each carried the spark. Lucifer mustered a kindly smile, “What can I do for you today?”

How he wanted to bury his sword into those lesser chests.

Why had Father imbued them with the divine? Pathetic.

*****

The image paused. White phased outside of me and sat directly on the floor. Her arms locked around her legs. A rare moment within her human form. I rose from the seat and pulled her into a sisterly embrace. “I know that look.”

Her true memories were uncoiled. She sobbed openly. Doc joined us.

Niner added gently, “You think the Highest cruel for hiding these events?”

White croaked, “No. I do not wish to remember. I asked to forget.”

The Piper’s cry remained burned upon her soul. He had never hurt her. He had tried to push her out of the way. To prevent the corrupted blade from finding its mark. It had missed that day. Buried itself within his flesh before it hit hers.

Dooming his spirit to stains it wasn’t meant to bear.

The Jupiter Rising

Crew Wing

Piper rocked slowly.

The chair was worn. Wooden. Just how he liked it.

White and Black were finally waking up. His vigil was coming to an end. The shard within him flickered. It wasn’t the same as what Eliza carried. But it was vital nonetheless. The days of Slumber were fading. The Lions of Creation would roar their defiance. Ichabod’s whiskers quivered against his chin. <>

Piper ran an index finger over the top of Ichabod’s head. “But we are not alone. We were never alone.” No matter how much the Fallen wished it so. Unity included. Every one bore the spark of creation. Every light no matter how great or small provided the warmth to endure. The Truth rang with the clarion call of the Dawn.

*****

The relay of the codex stopped. Niner floated toward me, “The rest will be revealed after Convergence. White has what she needs to unlock Black’s memories of the Fall.”

My thoughts keyed onto the aspect of Twins.

“For every cycle, there are a set of Twins dubbed the Rulers of the Sky?”

Niner replied, “Yes. But few remember their role. Or how many cycles since Creation that they have lived through.”

Doc exclaimed softly, “Di’axi and his family.”

Niner made a series of tones, “Indeed.”

An outline of the Ouroborous of Life blinked into existence before us. Twin Silver Circles entwined forever. With three golden eyes at the topmost corner. White pointed, “Their souls are reborn into each cycle.” I narrowed my gaze, “Are my brother and….”

Doc nodded, “All of us. We were there. In another form. In another life.”

Niner said, “Eden is the rebirth of the Original Cycle of Creation. Old souls flow to it as intended. Only Bardax, Humanity, and those you call Icath kept the flame of the Shards alive to re-seed Eden properly. Of those touched by the gift of Morality. Eternal life breeds complications. Complacency. To value life? One must live it. This was why later creations age. Even if you extend your life, no one is eternal. Save for the Creator.”

I asked, “But what of the Markav?”

Niner responded sorrowfully, “Even they succumbed to the Corruption. The False Uplift Protocol. You saw it in your dealings with the Muthra. Your mother’s woes against her people. Thoth’s madness still thrives. Even as Arthon and others combat it. Proctor Gansys and Sul will need your help.”

Doc frowned, “Then why am I in stasis?”

Niner circled Lorain. The matrix core intoned, “Your role requires it. You carry a shard as well. One that the Highest holds dear. “ Doc paced. Her distress was apparent.

I took her into my arms. “We need to take a page from Bardax. Have faith.”

Even when all other lights went out.

I added, “To us? 1000 years is an eternity. For the Creator? Not even a blink. It’s quite daunting to even ponder. Like my Swiss cheese brain? Let’s take one moment at a time.”

She laughed. The sound was brittle yet a spark of good humor rose above it.

*****

Father Brookes stared into the expanse of the Dreaming. The sky darkened. One blood-red Star manifested. Unity was on the move. Heading towards Eden. When the Golden Eyes of the Divine filled Eliza, the Convergence would be upon them all.

He knelt and prayed. His mother joined him on the hillside.

Bel watched. Uncertainty played across her features.

She was not ready.