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Duel by the First Wall, 2 of 3####
It was faint, but Alessar saw it, blue light escaping a small transparent room at the top of the pyramid.
The enemy is there. That was no natural light!
Perhaps, perhaps not. I must not reach conclusions so easily. His thoughts were angry.
Alessar rose and started running towards the pyramid. His footing was sure and steady, decisive as a lion's but soft as a cat's. Taking a closer look at the pyramid, he saw it was higher than the wall, its surface polished, shining in the night. Its top, a transparent room, released a faint bluish glow. No doors or windows could be seen on the building; he reckoned it was a building of the Mediators.
Yes, that's it! My enemy is a Mediator. A mindfighter!
A small rectangular area at the pyramid's base shimmered and faded away. He heard barking as six or seven hounds burst in the open area from inside and his breath quickened. He halted his stride immediately and crouched.
The dogs looked to their le
Duel by the First Wall, 1 of 3 Duel by the First Wall
To Amanda, Daniel and the rest of the gang.
There is a place beyond time and space now known to man only by dreams of old shamans and ramblings of schizophrenic asylum inmates: that place is the Libraries of Akkash, repository of all stories told and untold and sanctuary to all worlds' true history.
Ancient texts carefully filed in its countless shelves speak of an age much-dreamt of; an age when technology was different to today's but equally powerful, an age when people were in harmony with their inner self.
It was the age of great Atlantis and its colonies in other planets; the age when everything was possible for man and his societies, the age when civilizations were truly glorious. It was the era when humanity reached the peak of its knowledge on anything and everything; it was the Era of Wisdom.
Few that live now recall those days, since only shards of its existence remain in the common unconscious, mixed with the essence that fuels common
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"Are you ready, Adnon?"
"Yes, Master Librarian."
The younger man, who had spoken last, looked at the old man sitting behind a simple, worn writing desk. Around them were countless shelves containing books of every kind: Hardback, paperback, old-fashioned, ancient parchments and even multimedia CDs, memory crystals and optical storage devices.
"Good. Take this." The old man handed a pyramidal object made of pure gold to the young one.
"A storage pyramid?" Adnon asked. "What is my assignment this time, Master?"
"As usual, you'll record a lost story of a world."
"Where is that world? What's that story?"
"The world is Gaia. And the story is part of its history."
"Then I'm going to need more than one storage pyramid, Master, with all due respect," Adnon answered.
"No. Not yet. All things start somewhere, and that isn't different with stories. You are to record a single event; a siege."
"What siege, Master? Will I be safe?"
"Of course. As always. You're a Historian of the Libraries of Akkash
Decadent God arrested... Decadent God arrested by Panuniversal taxation and judicial decision enforcing officers!
Mr. Nepon of Egypt, God-Protector of Kanopus -an ancient Egyptian city near the sink of the same name- was arrested yesterday by officers of the Panuniversal Financial Affairs Office at his residence in the city of Athens, Greece.
The PFAO officers informed us that various warrants of arrest and garnishment had been issued over the 2,200 previous years against Mr. Nepon. The reason behind those was his failure to respond to his believers' pleas for help regarding the sinking of their city under the waves after extreme climatological and geological phenomena took place at the sink of Kanopus, near the northern shores of Egypt, during the third century BC.
After the neglection of his divine duties at the aforementioned area that was his responsibility, Mr. Nepon of Egypt never appeared to defend his case and interests at various courts that took place at the Panuniverse's Capital, City of Co
Flying High-COMIC SCRIPT FLYING HIGH. 9th of February, 2005.
One-shot, five pages total.
PAGE ONE: (four panels)
Panel 1: Night. Profile view of a small boy, no more than six years old, wearing pyjamas, sitting at the edge of a rooftop of a block of flats. He is looking high at the sky.
1 CAP(thought): MUM AND DAD WORRY ABOUT ME. THEY DON'T WANT ME TO LOOK AT THE SKY ALL THE TIME. I COME HERE WHEN I DON'T WANT THEM TO SEE ME. WHEN THEY CRY, I WANT TO CRY."
3 TITLE: FLYING HIGH
4 CREDITS: GISMOJACK: ART
5 CREDITS: NEKTARIOS CHRISSOS: WRITER
Panel 2: 3rd person view from back, of the boy looking at the moon. It is a crescent moon, and stars can be seen on the sky.
6 CAP(thought): WE GO TO A DOCTOR FOR SOME TIME NOW. HE SAYS I HAVE "AUTISM". I DON'T KNOW WHAT HE MEANS. MY PARENTS CRY. I AM SAD.
Panel 3: Both the moon and the boy can be seen in this panel. The moon is in contrast to the boy's silhouette.
7 CAP(thought): NOW THEY WON'T SPEAK TO ME. THEY ONLY LOOK AT ME WITH SADNESS. I DON'T WAN TO
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