2040
"Hello Sheltiel, what's up man? What's happening, what's all this rubble?
"Dude Mr. Shanamon is dead."
"Shanamon? Which Shanamon? Shanamon the bald one? I wanna know which Shana…. "
"The Shanamon, the one we all know, the school principal is dead," Shel said in one breath.
"What? You're kidding me! What do you mean by he's dead, what exactly… "
"You've got eyes, don't you?"
Skid was caught off guard by this question…
"Yeah… so…?"
"Then use it. You can't see the rubble in front of you? Where's our School administrative building, your father's snake gobbled it right?. Sheltiel started blowing off some steam. "Man just damn it okay? Just damn all those kiddy questions of yours okay? I'm off. "
"Come Shel, where are you going? " Skid ran to catch up.
"To the cafeteria, don't bother asking, I'm not buying you lunch" he waved his hands.
"O..Okay" Skid stammered back.
...At the Cafeteria
"Man… see the news" Skid pointed to the flat-screen Samsung Television on the Cafeteria wall.
"Wha… "
The NewsCaster: we have a piece of not-so-good breaking news." the newscaster glanced down to look up again "The Rosario Central high school administrative building just caved in and fifty persons are feared dead while an additional twenty occupants of the block as at the time of the incident is undergoing treatment." he glanced down again before continuing, "any further development on that will be delivered to you by the CNN" the newscaster recomposed himself.
"Back to the news today… "
"Man, did you just hear that? This is epic. Do you think this is a coincidence? Our school… "
"Maybe some sorta school dropout couldn't deal with his green guts, so he decided to act out some movie villain, probably like hulk. "
"Hulk ain't a villain, he's an avenger. I've told you to try out some worn-out DVDs you might stumble into the twenty-first century one day. "
Sheltiel gave him a frightening glare and both of them chuckled.
"Another breaking news" all eyes turned to the television again. "It has been gathered that at the time when Rosario Central high school administrative block was caving in, somewhere in Chicago, the Chicago State University also suffered a similar event, investigations are ongoing by the CNN and concerned security agencies to understand if these events are related or isolated, stay tuned as we continue to bring you latest updates and keep you posted. "
"What?" Skid's mouth could fit a tennis ball.
"This is serious "
"...and exciting " Skid added
"Let's go check it out " Sheltiel finished with a glint in his eyes.
With that, the two mischievous friends got up and left after Sheltiel paid the bill… again.
"Breaking News… New York City has been plunged into delirium as the University of New York suffers massive building collapse.
Some minutes after…
Breaking News…. The Administrative block of the University of Connecticut collapsed as security personnel was already on guard to apprehend a possible mastermind of this mayhem.
Some minutes again…
Huge loss as the famed Missouri City library connected to the administrative block collapses with the administrative block… stay tuned as we keep bringing….
The story about this mayhem could be heard buzzing around the corner as every TV station keeps on blasting through the TVs the story of the most significant mayhem in modern America since 21/11.
People gathered in hordes despairing and wondering which terrorist organization is after America after all these years of undue interference with the Taliban States.
Telephone booths were swimming with people who were desperate to reach their loved ones who were working in the universities and high schools, but there's only one reply for whoever makes it to the telephone first or last… static.
" I really don't understand what you guys are planning to do"
"Oh man, you're giving me the creep right now, I'm beginning to think you're ghosted."
"What? "
"Men... You've always been the one who wants to try everything out no matter how crazy, you for the f××k made me throw the stale cream at my mom's face just to sneak out to Broadway, so what… "
"Yeah, I wanna try everything out except getting myself killed by an academic or Muslim maniac who thinks demolishing schools will make him feel better, I bet demolishing you and me and Sheltiel won't satisfy him enough to leave the next one. Get a brain for just a minute bro"
"Woah Woah Woah… Huh" Shel chuckles, "wait a minute man, we ain't here to hit on you or drag into some kinda Skido avenger thing... Who do you think we are? Some kinda ripped off masochists, we've got a plan, a feasible one at that. Come, come on, let's go inside ."
"What? Shel, you're in this too, what the heck man? "
"Come on Hank let's go inside. " Shel and Skid called. Together the trio went inside the condo.
Meanwhile, in a towering edifice north of London, some two dozen or so of long robed men sporting a kind of trademark white beards were seated around a casket or rather call it a table, [can't differentiate much between the two.] chanting an ancient lost song while going round the table or casket-looking ceramics.
This chant continued for a long time before they finally reached a crescendo and started returning to their normal states. Meanwhile, during the chant, the casket-like table was shaking non-stop and emitting one kind of heat or burning element. As the chant crescendos, the heat started becoming more pronounced and a red glow that resembles that of a heating volcano could be seen revolving around the central lock-like compartment on the casket ceramics.
"Oh, mother of all living creatures, the birth of the rose and thorns. We of your most noble descent swimming in thy blessing of the power of the blade and chalice, go down on our unworthy knees to proclaim the wonder of your majesty. As you have once again delivered to us your humble servants the hope of the world to come. That on Mount Moriah, your city will be rebuilt and the glory of the kingdoms be delivered to you in the chargers of human souls. Your son has come again. The manifestation of your presence, shower on him thy immense protection and let the heathen kingdoms touch not a hair of his garments. The vulle guże chä has risen, let the world be united."
He finished.
Everyone, there was flummoxed and appeared to be returning from another dimension. So the meeting of the Order of Secrecy, Servants of the Chalice ended.
2040"Grandmaster, How do we know who's the risen Overlord? How do we get him over? ""The vulle guże chä will be drawn by the mighty power of the Chalice at the sphinx of hotblooded heka. The problem is that we need to embark on the quest to find out the particular location of the heka drawn by the risen Overlord to make him know that we are his subordinates.""How many options do we have my Grandmaster? That we may launch forth before the heathens behave unrulily. ""Since the time of the last vulle guże chä, no one has been able to explore and comprehend the Stone of Heka told in the legends of our dear Chalice, so, how can we possibly know where to look at? " he turned his gaze to the mason who just asked the question. "According to the books, " he continued, "the Stone of Heka is laid beneath the void under a sphinx of a red-blooded queen. This could be the Buddha sphinx, the Greek sphinx, or the image beyond the mounds of the Holy Land. ""We shall make sure to by hook or crook
2016Tom was a boy who loved his computer desk and classroom desk more than anything. You can say he is a lover of desks. Often, you'll see him in his classroom head down and peering over large folds of books. He has the habit of always leaning on his desk, then reading from his books placed on his laps. Sometimes, you'll wonder why desks were made in the first place; probably for a headrest. Back to Tom, Tom was a totally lovable boy, always gleaming with his jade white teeth set like almonds on his bountiful cheeks. He was always giggling whenever you see him on one of the rare occasions where he will appear on the playground. The most beautiful part of Tom's personality is that he is the guru-kind of guy, expansive knowledge in that his brain is hidden by his onion-ball-cut hair, and bubbly. The air bubbles whenever he is present. Tom loves some particular types of books; magic books. He's always intrigued and eager to know more whenever he picks a book on magic. He wonders why
Tom sped off to school the next morning after waving a hearty goodbye to his parents, and of course, they waved back almost giddily. It is a known fact that although Tom is not a sadist, you won't be wrong if you classify him as one. His parents were overjoyed seeing him in such a happy mood, it is rare to see so much mirth coming from him. However, one thing that they don't know is that Tom is a chameleon. Tom can switch moods as if it's chewing gum, he can make the atmosphere bubble while dying inside, he's just a flip. Midway to school, Tom changed direction, veered off to an unbeaten path, and entered a slum, there he switched clothes. In a twinkle of an eye, he was already out wearing a totally new set of clothes. A rueful smile could be seen on his lips as he wondered… "Who'd have known that a little boy like me will have these kinds of ideas and be bold enough to implement them? " his smile grew wider, "they know nothing at all. "With this, he hailed a cab and off to the cit
Tom woke up with a start! 'What a dream, no, not a dream, I traaa..veel…, no what am I saying, shit, what's the time? Seven forty-five, what the… 'He dropped off from the bed, 'mum must have been calling, school, oh forget that, what was it about last night? ''Dulce, Dulce Mexico. What's Dulce doing in my dream? Shintiel or what? No, not right, Shel.. Shel.. Shelton..no, ouch my head hurt... Sheltiel yes! That's the name but I don't even know who he is. What the he…''Yes mummy am coming down ''School day, no, I have to rush back to the library, I need to understand what that book told me, the thing is getting my head jumbled up. Oh, what? ''You are going back to a book that plays with your head son? Why do you do this to yourself? You… ''Enough! Stop talking to me you Billy goat. You're at it again, you are in my head, how did you even get there? ''Am going to show you places you have never seen before, I will make you know what none of your predecessors ever knew, I will bar
"You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to mislead… ""I need to copy this out, this sounds familiar to all those ancient riddles. This book has one sinister attribute of erasing previous texts. I don't know if it's an Android device in disguise, it updates its software. '' Tom brought out his notebook and pen and immediately set to work. "... Golds have been stolen, silver has been vandalized, bronze holds no glamour. The sacrifice of oneself to achieve true Immortality. On the way to understand yourself, to unravel the origin of man. At the base of the world. ""You have conquered the first hurdle that has diminished the substance and cognition of many a past who have dared to tread on the maps of this book. The unworthy shall not read thereof. I have questioned you, opposed you, and tested you, and you have proved yourself capable in both mentality and intuition to journey the way
Tom was very worried, there's no how, he can crack this clue all by himself, he has reached his limit and what he can make out from the words was next to nonsense. 'Who can I enlist his help?' Tom thought, no one came to mind. He has no true friend in the school he can run to, nor one in the neighborhood. 'Okay there's a boy I talked to the other day in the city library, he's always coming to the library and seems like the intelligent type to me ' he thought. 'but no, the boy will get curious and what if he's more intelligent than me or also has a high affinity towards this kind of riddles, I will be running at risk of losing everything. No, I won't meet him, but who else? ' Tom was running down in his mental reserve. 'I will have to go to school again tomorrow to know if by chance I can find a way to scale through this hurdle even if it's an improvement or clue, it's something. O this is school I'm school and I'm planning on going to school tomorrow, when I'm already in school, surel
"Heidi, I would like to ask you to help me do something. ""Sure, what is it? ""It's just ehm… a...an important ehm puzzle that I have not been able to crack. It's really important. Will… ""Yes, show me that. " Heidi answered before he could even finish. "Can we go outside, under the pine tree, or do we go to my desk? " "Anywhere, just anywhere with… yeah the desk. " Heidi almost blabbered. "what? Anywhere with what? " Tom asked."Nothing, it's nothing, I… " Heidi started stuttering. "Okay, do we then go to my desk? Tom said, gesturing with his thumb. "Okay then, Ada I'm coming. "The both of them left to Tom's desk where Tom brought out his notebook and opened it to where he jotted down the words from the Mr. Head. "You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to be misleading. Golds have been stolen, silver has been vandalized, bronze holds no glamour. The sacrifice of oneself to a
Newspapers were ruffling, books turned with furious intensity. The phone light kept on shining with intermittent beeps of pim pim pim pim. Someone was donning a glass which he takes on and off at intervals peering over the spread books splattered all over his desk one after the other. Small rivulets flowed down his cheeks to the rivers created by his steaming sweat. The ball tip and the butt of the pen bore all the punishments from his gnashing teeth. The atmosphere was literally bubbling with the sweetest simulation of the struggles of man and the distress of childbirth before the cheers. The rickety-crickety old table and chair bore the brunt of this epic moment in mankind's history with silent constraint and squeakers of complaints. The pitch huey darkness provides the best light background to this epic drama of the wars of heaven. The soul of man triveth to learn, to challenge, to conquer, and rule all that appeals to his consciousness. The cosmos plays with us the game of the m
Tom left that arena not knowing how to feel though his body is still feeling groggy, he needs to bathe. In a way, he felt surprisingly relieved, maybe he loves their help though he does not know how it will come, it sounds anyway, pretty sniffy but relieving to find a headrest for his poor overstressed skull. In a way, he's not relaxed. He's watched without knowing it. Only them? Better be. He strode into his tent, went to where he hid some of his money, gazed around as he doesn't trust his tranquil environment anymore. He extracted the cash from a purse and decided to find a strap and start hanging the purse over his neck, he no longer trusts the security of his tent. Turning around a white robe passed by the door of his tent and he jumped, but the white robe seems just to be passing by, he made a mental note to be closing the door of his tent every time even if the heat inside is threatening to roast him. With the money, he throttled outside not forgetting to jam the door shut. Wh
As he was robotically making his way back to the tent, a heavily bearded man was wearing a flowing white robe and tying his turban in a very neat fashion with a striped robe. He looked Arab; though he does not carry that kind of sinister and trepidation air most of them carry, he looks like the sort that can easily make people forget his Arab heritage. He was quite calm, exuding an air of tranquility and a slight feeling of very warm friendliness. Tom could see this man approaching him with an amused face and a knowing smile that bordered on tenderness. He stopped, his eyes twitched involuntarily, and his mind went into haywire, fixing and transfixing. What's happening, and what should he do? Run. Is he one of those men seeking for him the other day? No, yesterday. Shut up, head. This is not the time to banter. 'Make a run for it, make a run Tom!' His mind screamed. "No, it's too late, he's already close," he muttered. Even if he dared to move now, the man is in full view of him an
The staring competition became harsher if it could, the two men stood there sizing each other up trying to put the other down. Tom was thinking hard, squaring his small shoulders as if they count. "The chosen one? " Tom was deep in thought though his eye was still pinned on Raman. Raman on his own part was playing his cards close to his chest, he had to, he does not know who this little boy is, maybe he's one of those little things trained by the jihad groups or local tyrant youths and may have some tricks up his sleeve. Who knows if the boy is carrying a gun right there with him or was sent on a mission by his groups; that makes more sense seeing that the rock though hidden is at a vantage point where anyone can overlook the protected lands of the pyramids, the Egyptian pride. But, no mercenary or tyrant groups dare encroach this area, the government makes sure of this, then why now? Are they planning something big or is he just overthinking, "better be" he muttered. "What did you
Tom went shopping in the local market, got some food and groceries, he had decided to cook daily to minimize spending as he does not know how long it will take him to accomplish his mission in Egypt. He has a gas cylinder and a small pot, thanks to his willingness, he had learned how to cook from his mom. As he was making his way to his tent, a word pricked his ear, someone was calling his name. 'but no one knows my name here, so, who's asking about me. He leaned a little closer cautiously to get the whole picture, and to his horror there stood a man with the typical Arab garment holding up a picture of him and showing it to the man who rented him his tent, the guide. Tom covered his mouth and made for the opposite direction immediately. When he turned again, he saw them lingering around his tent. He was devastated, all his documents, all his belongings are in that tent and there's no way he can leave the premises without them. He needs the credit cards and the account checkbooks, al
Newspapers were ruffling, books turned with furious intensity. The phone light kept on shining with intermittent beeps of pim pim pim pim. Someone was donning a glass which he takes on and off at intervals peering over the spread books splattered all over his desk one after the other. Small rivulets flowed down his cheeks to the rivers created by his steaming sweat. The ball tip and the butt of the pen bore all the punishments from his gnashing teeth. The atmosphere was literally bubbling with the sweetest simulation of the struggles of man and the distress of childbirth before the cheers. The rickety-crickety old table and chair bore the brunt of this epic moment in mankind's history with silent constraint and squeakers of complaints. The pitch huey darkness provides the best light background to this epic drama of the wars of heaven. The soul of man triveth to learn, to challenge, to conquer, and rule all that appeals to his consciousness. The cosmos plays with us the game of the m
"Heidi, I would like to ask you to help me do something. ""Sure, what is it? ""It's just ehm… a...an important ehm puzzle that I have not been able to crack. It's really important. Will… ""Yes, show me that. " Heidi answered before he could even finish. "Can we go outside, under the pine tree, or do we go to my desk? " "Anywhere, just anywhere with… yeah the desk. " Heidi almost blabbered. "what? Anywhere with what? " Tom asked."Nothing, it's nothing, I… " Heidi started stuttering. "Okay, do we then go to my desk? Tom said, gesturing with his thumb. "Okay then, Ada I'm coming. "The both of them left to Tom's desk where Tom brought out his notebook and opened it to where he jotted down the words from the Mr. Head. "You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to be misleading. Golds have been stolen, silver has been vandalized, bronze holds no glamour. The sacrifice of oneself to a
Tom was very worried, there's no how, he can crack this clue all by himself, he has reached his limit and what he can make out from the words was next to nonsense. 'Who can I enlist his help?' Tom thought, no one came to mind. He has no true friend in the school he can run to, nor one in the neighborhood. 'Okay there's a boy I talked to the other day in the city library, he's always coming to the library and seems like the intelligent type to me ' he thought. 'but no, the boy will get curious and what if he's more intelligent than me or also has a high affinity towards this kind of riddles, I will be running at risk of losing everything. No, I won't meet him, but who else? ' Tom was running down in his mental reserve. 'I will have to go to school again tomorrow to know if by chance I can find a way to scale through this hurdle even if it's an improvement or clue, it's something. O this is school I'm school and I'm planning on going to school tomorrow, when I'm already in school, surel
"You're indeed he. The chosen one. Yet, the road is still to be walked on. The treasures still to be unearthed. So many passages will appear to mislead… ""I need to copy this out, this sounds familiar to all those ancient riddles. This book has one sinister attribute of erasing previous texts. I don't know if it's an Android device in disguise, it updates its software. '' Tom brought out his notebook and pen and immediately set to work. "... Golds have been stolen, silver has been vandalized, bronze holds no glamour. The sacrifice of oneself to achieve true Immortality. On the way to understand yourself, to unravel the origin of man. At the base of the world. ""You have conquered the first hurdle that has diminished the substance and cognition of many a past who have dared to tread on the maps of this book. The unworthy shall not read thereof. I have questioned you, opposed you, and tested you, and you have proved yourself capable in both mentality and intuition to journey the way
Tom woke up with a start! 'What a dream, no, not a dream, I traaa..veel…, no what am I saying, shit, what's the time? Seven forty-five, what the… 'He dropped off from the bed, 'mum must have been calling, school, oh forget that, what was it about last night? ''Dulce, Dulce Mexico. What's Dulce doing in my dream? Shintiel or what? No, not right, Shel.. Shel.. Shelton..no, ouch my head hurt... Sheltiel yes! That's the name but I don't even know who he is. What the he…''Yes mummy am coming down ''School day, no, I have to rush back to the library, I need to understand what that book told me, the thing is getting my head jumbled up. Oh, what? ''You are going back to a book that plays with your head son? Why do you do this to yourself? You… ''Enough! Stop talking to me you Billy goat. You're at it again, you are in my head, how did you even get there? ''Am going to show you places you have never seen before, I will make you know what none of your predecessors ever knew, I will bar