Chapter 18 : FATE
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I'm sure there's a few spelling error type things, but my wordpad doesn't have a spellcheck and I'm too lazy to go through it word by word to fix anything. Sorry it's been like, four years. I do have plans to finish this. If I don't I will never rest, and when I die, I'm pretty sure I'll become a ghost, and haunt someone to finish it for me.
The female Lumanian walked to the pillar in the middle of the room, where she sat delicately upon a bench, meant for those who came to gaze upon the mysteries and puzzles of the Chrono. She motioned with one soft hand for Davenport to join her. Many of the ancient poems, unreadable to Davenport shimmered in some of the morning light coming from the stained glass above. As TJ sat down she realized the water she heard was actually running from the pillar itself. Liquid bubbled from the very top of the manuscript and trickled over the edges to be catch the different rays of sun drifting through the three grotesque glass paintings. It was eery and soothing all at the same time, and so Davenport joined the Lumanian on the bench.
" My name is Clover, and I happen to be the High Preistess of the Chronos Temples. If it's Chronos you wish to know about, Miss, then you won't find anyone more knowledgeable than I," Clover's voice was so silky that all Davenport could manage to do was nod once.
" You seem to be one of those unique individuals in whom the thirst of knowledge moves through every cell of the body. That is good. I don't have to hold back, this story won't be wasted. You're people, I assume are advanced enough to know of cells, and genetics and the like?"
" Yes, ma'am."
" Good, good. Then that takes care of a lot of explaining on my part," Clover looked up at the pillar and took several deep breaths.
" Our entire civilization originally built itself upon the notion that long ago, one of our own, a female, was granted the power to space and time. She first displayed her power by being in one place, and then suddenly would dissappear, only to reappear some distance a way. She could also tell us what the weather and crops would reap in the weeks and months to come. Our people worshipped her like a god, and even re-named her as such; Chronos. Her original name has never been recovered. It was that long ago. Chronos brought us many writings of what she saw in her travels to the past and to the future. Those are the very manuscripts you see before you on this pillar. However, eventually all things die away, and she did as well. On her vanishing day she imparted us with the message that she would be reborn, and that we would find her again, if we were looking hard enough. With out her my people became distraught and with out order. There is a very dark time in our history, right after Chronos disseappered, that not even I will repeat to someone. This time lasted only a blip in comparison to the rest of time, and so it is mostly regarded as a flash that need not be concerned with. Unfortubately, something happened during this time that brought about what you might call 'science.' In it's unholy pursuit we climbed away from the terrible darkness that had covered the planet. Many religious believe that Chronos left some of her powers in the cats that roamed the planet to show us the way out. Most think we just didn't notice for a very long time."
TJ shifted on the bench, her complete attention on Clover's face," What didn't your people notice?"
Clover smiled, " I can see which group YOU would belong to. Science often drives all belief away. Scientists assume that at some point we started to realize some of the cats upon our planet could perform the miracle of vanishing and reappearing at will. And in an attempt to find how we matured technologically far faster than your species might have. We devoted all things to science, no length was to far. In fact, you might say that we made science our religion. Soon we learned of genes. And since all things in this universe have one thing in common, genetics, we realized we only had to find the gene that allowed certain creatures to perform these miracles. I'm sure you have heard of 'telemorphs'?" TJ nodded numbly.
" Well these people hold the gene. The Chronos Gene. And if species out there have it, there was no reason to beleive some Lumanians didn't have this gene tucked away too. We began to exam children as they were born, to find this active ability, and anyone who was found to have it, was taken away. We have experimented to 'perfect' this gene. Discovering that it is passed through from the mother, and that it is generational has only been a recent knowledge."
" How recent?"
" I'd say only about forty of your years ago."
" You said they are trying to perfect this idea. Do mean to say you actually give up your children to experiments?" Davenport seemed ill at ease.
Clover smiled as sweetly as she could manage, " But of course. Anyone would be pleased to sacrifice anything to find our beloved Chronos again. The children, even if sacrificed do not die in vain. With their help we are constantly growing closer to the day when we find her once more, and the Lumanians live in our final Utopia."
TJ Davenport was speechless. Her eyes grew wide as the implications settled in.
Clover's face hardened as she forced out, " But what they have done to my daughter and more recent children is unforgiveable..."
Davenport only had a moment to react as Clover's had, weilding what could have been a knife came rapidly toward her head. Falling off the bench, TJ tried to crawl along the floor and put distance between her and Clover. There was a resounding CRACK, and when TJ stood, Clover was not present.
And there is nothing like the feeling of cold steel against one's throat. Clover whispered from behind, " And if I can't forgive my own people for mutating and tormenting my own child... Think of how I feel when complete strangers from far away distances do the same thing? Your no better than those military bastards!"
TJ awoke from her fitful sleep in a room. It small with flowering paper walls, and a small bed in the corner, in which Rosie was lying, unconscious. Davenport slowly moved to the window to look outside, where she could only make out the wide trunks of immense trees. The room seemed very familiar too her, but the throbbing of her head wouldn't allow her to recall from where. In fact, she realized that she couldn't remember getting here either. After Clover attacked she felt like being plunged into an icy river, where there had been voices, screams, and a violence that made her feel nauscious all over. There was so much noise that when it all finally went away, the only thing TJ's body could do was render her unconscious.
The left wall, near the door, shook visibly before melting into an image of Clover.
" Awake are we? That's good. I didn't want you to die before I got answers out of you."
Clover looked haggard and angry. Every stress of her entire life seemed to be visible upon her skin. But her eyes, burning with passion, bore their erotic purple haze into Davenport's skin. TJ couldn't help but avoid that gaze. She felt guilty, but was unable to find the reason.
" What did you do to my daughter?"
" I don't know your daughter."
" Daft beast. The ship that has protected your carcass from the harshness of space IS my daughter. Or rather an extension. The point is, she was a brilliant color last I saw her, the pride and joy of all Lumina, the next Chrono! You return her to me grey and torn! WHAT DID YOU DO!"
Davenport barely formed the words, " We, we crash landed. The ship's outer layer was burned off in the atmosphere... You. You say that the Christa is your daughter?"
A small alarm was going off in the background of the conversation. Clover took this moment to glance over at her own computer screen. Someone was at the doors of the dome. A small boy with what looked like a growth out of his forhead. He remained at the door tapping at the glass.
Clover's fierce gaze melted into that young, soft, motherly face once more and she looked over at Davenport, who was still in shock. The smile on Clover's face looked as if it had been kissed there by angels, and her voice rang with tiny bells when she said, " It looks as if I have company."
The wall returned to its natural form leaving Davenport huddled near the bed, trying to wake Rosie up.
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