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The Nine Tempus: Chapter One

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The city of Garuda was a glorious spectacle. The greatest of smiths, the droids crafted it with utter perfection and grace. Gardened with golden iris was its fence extending to 18,000 miles, keeping the spawns of Parinama-al-Tamas at bay.

Dotted upon was the son of Crystal Heimar, Anakdian- the second. The only mixed blood in a country of pure elves after his father's passing in the 222nd attempt to break the 2,500 terrestrial year-long siege. He had the street memorized at the back of his hand, and his mischievous nature would get the better of him. Stealing garments, breaking pots, kidding kingsmen, and sneaking lots were how their days went by.

Fearless was the charming youth, but when he once inflicted the mages of the King's order, the reverence. They unsheathed the extraordinary finesse of th
eir design in the Gondura Springs. When the witches searched for their cloaks, they heard an omnipresent voice of low pitch, "If coverings you seek, then summoun our treats."

Unfortunately, they summouned the King, and tomorrow is his hearing. Little did he know of his fate, intertwined with something the gems lost in antiquity.

Humans, a lost race, were being cultivated in the laboratory of Eve, in the ruins of Adam, once held as the world's greatest leading bio-informatics, DNA altercation, and cloning center. More widely, these ruins are hailed as, "The Dome of God", semi-operated by an information system that the elves seldom interpret.

“Away from the womb of Mother Earth, they now lay the seeds of our creators. If only one were to blossom.”, utters an elven mage while glancing pods across aqua glass.

Her husband, a scientist, reasons from his armchair, “The AIS (Automated Intelligence System) deems them unfit to produce life.”, his words of reason fell upon deaf ears, “Crawford, it’s been an entire age since we are trying, and 3 ages since such a creature walked this plane.”

Lightning strikes their facility, and its antennae transmit sudden sparks through its circuits, surging one of the pods to breathe current and break open. After the water has passed, a raven-haired feminine man with a reddish tint dips to the horizon of her perspective.

“Avandior, it’s the threshold of the ninth Age, and the Sun's crepuscular smile shall mark the inception of the Tenth. The prophecy of the Faithful holds!”, Crawford spoke fervidly.

“As far as I can see, unalive and motionless is our subject.”, Avandior triggered an argument
Through the glass, a voice echoed:
“Parma created many realms, 
 Created three to assist and dwell,
When Parma asked, the three agreed,
To share his strength and expand his creed. 
The one named “Tamas” seemed to ponder,
What if I can enslave my bonder?”, 
Across the glass, only his burning Amber eyes could be heard.
“Eureka!”, exclaims Avandior.

The news reaches the King of Garuda, Sanataryan, and he pronounces the prophecy veracious, summoning the raven-haired as “Aavya, the one of beginnings.”

-To Be Continued...
Signing out, Your Friendly Enigma,

Pristine Red

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