Ainenrhi came back with the climbing device.As Rhiparuc watched the young Rhisana struggle to pull with him this device that was almost his size and bring it up to the top, he saw everything — from how small this Ainenrhi was, to the very looks of the device in his hand. It was quite roughly fashioned, and not so pleasing to look upon, but Rhiparuc looked at it anyway. Had it not helped him to climb Minen Rhiparuc, which hardly any other Rhisana had climbed?“This is my climbing device, Rhiparuc.” The young one beamed with the pride of a child who has done something great, baring all his white teeth in a glow that contrasted his black, luminous skin. At once, the big one set to inspect the device. “What did you make it with?” He asked, running his hand on it. It was like a T that sprung up, taking up the user with it. “Materials I found at the foot of the mountain.”“And for how long did it take you to do it?”“A day, Rhiparuc. From the moment Xavia and her moon moved for lonely
The more the rings turned, the lonelier Ainenrhi became.The Rhisana are not like humans, who can be subject to ugliness or defect. Physically, they are almost perfect and ethereal, which makes them rely on skill for distinguishing one from another. With a skill considered useless by all, Ainenrhi found no one to show him a caring side, so that he was even put down by younger Rhisana.He grew into a particularly intriguing Rhisana, and one that kept to himself too, focusing on nothing but his skill. He made himself a workshop and lived his entire life in it, trying to create that one thing that would earn him a place amongst his kind.In doing this, he created all.A vessel to take him outside Rhi and to any planet he willed, which most of the Rhisana could not do was his first, and they all watched in amazement when he moved this vessel, going past the rings and leaving them in suspense until his return, unharmed. Revelling in the silent respect this brought him, he stunned them aga
Back on Rhi, everyone considered Ainenrhi to have faded away. He was as good as lost to them, and even forgotten.However, all of this remained unknown to Rhiparuc, who remained on his mighty, hallowed Minen Rhiparuc without ever coming down the whole time. He was there and largely undisturbed until the fading of the oldest Rhisana that had been at the time happened, which meant the end of that one's life. It also meant that a new glowing piece of rock formed from a faded Rhisana would be brought to the foot of Minen Rhiparuc for him to take from them and throw off the top of the mountain, where it would become a star. It was his duty unto them after all, his created race.His mighty form descended, and immediately, they bowed to him, according him the respect and honour he was due. However, there was something amiss about them as he saw them, and he watched them even more closely, checking. Something was different from the last time they were here, and he soon knew what it was. “
Among the Rhisana, it is rumoured that Rhiparuc has a secret weapon.It is a sword that shines brighter than the glow of any Rhisana's skin, and said to be forged from the best materials in the universe by Rhiparuc himself, making it so sharp that it can cut into anything and everything. This remained a rumour, as not a single one of them had ever seen this sword, and those who wanted to believe in the sword for the sake of fantasy simply said in its defence that no one had seen it because there was no need for it — for what was the use of a sword in the absence of war on Rhi and the lack of the need to kill any one of them?Many had come and faded without ever seeing this sword, but that day, they saw it in the hand of Rhiparuc as he descended from the peak of his mountain. It was bright and long, with thoughtfully made, intricate, thread-like lines adorning the body. Not so much thought could be given to its appearance, however, not with what it was being brought down to do.Ainenrh
While all this was going on, Ainenrhi's seeds were growing.He had planted his kaput in the Earth's water, something unknown on Rhi, and they had moved from there to land and had even combined to form more complex kaput, until Rhiparuc saw — not just one, but so many beings on the Earth that his once lonely abode was now filled with scores of them.And even if he wanted to ignore them, he could not ignore the ones called Humans. They had gone from clueless apes to beings that had the same power as Ainenrhi — creating. He watched in horror as they created and made, until the Earth was filled with the things they created. At first, he wanted to let them be as he saw that they could die, and would not pose any threat to him, but he also saw that as they died, they left behind offspring who grew to be even more creative than their parents, and filled the Earth with more of themselves.Then the time came that Rhiparuc decided he had enough of this mini Rhisana. It was to him like a memento
Back to the war…What started that night stopped only to continue the following morning. And yes, the zombies were dying in their numbers. Where there had been hordes and multitudes of zombies before the bombs were dropped was now miles of clear, blackened ground, the zombies blown to pieces.They started to run helter skelter, breaking the ranks they had previously ordered themselves in attempts to escape, but that only served to make them easier to kill. People who found them were quick to eliminate them, with stones and sticks, battering the zombies into elimination.Then they did something surprising.All of the zombies ordered themselves back into their former positions, returning to match and close in the circle like they were before, which, unsurprisingly made them easier to bomb. A mood of surprise went up as this news went around.Why were the zombies surrendering themselves to death so easily?For the man at the helm of affairs, General Rico Stone, it was an act of God, and
General Rico Stone stood alone in his office, looking at everything below him as he reminisced on the four months after the final defeat of those ravaging zombies.The world had fallen apart. Many countries’ leaders were either dead, or had their offices become irrelevant as they could do nothing in the face of the zombie threat. Those leaders who remained were only there in name, with no real power. Poverty was everywhere, and people were dying. The Internet was now a thing of the past, with only a few places still having connections. It was much like having the world return to the middle ages, with modern things like cars, trains, and aeroplanes now monuments to an age in the future.The only thing that was still standing was a victorious world army, deployed from all countries to fight the zombies, and united under him. He continued to direct them after the last zombie threat was eliminated, issuing orders that helped to keep people from natural water sources — which were now conta
He marched in his military regalia to his villa, flanked on both sides by two armed men as they started on their way to the military headquarters, where he had demanded that they come to see him. They had asked that he come to the presidential villa of some other country, but he refused, presenting an imagined fear of a coup d’etat for his reason.The true reason was that General Rico wanted to hold onto power for a bit longer, and wished to delay the meeting for as long as he could. Life had changed so fast for him over the course of the war that he did not want to go back to the past, to the scarcity and poverty and hunger he had come from.Who would if they were in his shoes?He was born into a poor family, where his parents were farmers on a small farm. They had guarded that farm with their lives at the time, knowing that any problems with it would keep them hungry for a year, but there were things his parents and the five children which he was the third of were helpless before, t