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Da Hell?

Why won't my dissertation results make any logical sense?

--God Damnit--

A story I stumbled upon :)

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Chapter 2

“How did you find me?” I looked at her as I didn’t remember how I ended up in this house. “I simply woke up in a bedroom one day, dazed and confused.”

            “I was out in a nearby village called Usheira.”She starts to explain, her eyes dropped again. “Because we are so far away from the Citadel City many criminals find it easy to operate around these parts. I know you don’t know anything about this but there is a warlord, who harasses that innocent village. His group would drive in and force people to give them their possessions.”

            I looked behind me and saw lights, distant lights below our hill some twenty miles away. That must be the village I thought.

            “There was a confrontation between one of the villagers and the thugs. The villager didn’t bend as the thugs wanted him to. They sacked his house and the whole village came down on the gangsters. It was, messy. I was there. The bastards fled after they had killed that villager and burned his house to the ground. That’s when I found you. You were soaked in blood, probably caught up in the fire fight. I don’t know why but I felt inclined to take you home and looked after your wounds.”

            “But I have no scars.” I said in a puzzled voice.

She looked shocked too, she hesitated.

            “That’s what surprised me the most. When I rushed you in, I thought you were gonna die. But As I wiped the blood away from your body your wounds had already started healing. By next morning you were completely healed.”

I thought about this for a moment, and then I remembered that when I was running with Eva not long ago I recovered unexpectedly quickly. Eva looked at me again, as a child would examine a new toy. The wind blew again and her hair glided across her shoulders. I shivered uncontrollably, damn it’s getting cold.

            “Just what are you?” She said her facial expression fascinating and saturated with curiosity. She turned away quickly, coughed.

            “Well, it’s getting cold lets head back.”

We stood up and brushed the grass off ourselves and started heading back towards the house. The nightscape surrounds us and casted an illusion of beauty and peace, with atrocities been committed just around the corner. I felt like I must do something. I looked down at the cluster of lights in the distance again. Something new inside me emerged. I walked along the fields with Eva my mind growing with each step.

I will not live blindly again, even though I don’t know what good one man can do. I’ve made up my mind. I will give it my all, to fight my demons.

I kicked something, hidden in the tall grass, pain shot up my foot as I tripped and yelled in agony. I rolled down the rest of the way, like a runaway snowball. Eva chased after me all the way down the hill. As I tumbled I thought hard. What in god’s name was that? God it hurts so much; was it a log? A rock? I know what it was; it’s one of those bloody derelict things!

Eva eventually caught up with me, panting hard. She helped me up, an awkward look on her face.

            “Kira! I thought you had another episode! What did you do?” She managed between gasps of breath, laughter.

I looked at another one of the rusted strange objects lying on the ground completely perplexed, I pointed at the object.

            “What are those?” I asked, “The field’s covered in them.”

            “Not just the fields.”She calmed herself and followed my finger. “They are everywhere, in different shapes and sizes.” Eva answered like a teacher to a bewildered student. I simply looked at her with my questioning eyes. “Our world is a strange one, filled with mystery and myth. These are what we call lost technology.”

            “Lost technology?”

            “Many thousand years ago we were incredibly advanced, not like now. Something happened however, something terrible in a scale beyond our imagination and the human race almost went extinct.”

            I was even more confused than ever before. I looked at the object again it was small and round, badly rusted and many sockets and dirty cables decorated its outer shell.

            “Due to the mass extinction most of our technology, knowledge and history were lost. The Megacities are the cities which survived the terrible cataclysm and still retain some of our surviving technology. No one knows what happened to us and there is nobody alive to understand the wealth of knowledge left behind, therefore we dubbed these, the Lost Technology.” She said as we walked over to the main door.

We walked into the dark rooms of the house once again but the fire inside me kept burning, even though it is small and fragile. I will never let it burn out again. We sat down in the living room behind one of the closed doors, which I never explored. Until now. The living room was pretty much bare. A fire place made the place look even older; a couch lined itself infront of the fire place. Eva went over and lit the fireplace and we sat down on the couch. The fire casted flickering shadows across everything as if they kept us company. She spoke again, the fire dancing in her eyes.

            “The silver eyed angel is no myth.” Eva was fixated on the fire. “I have seen countless records of her in ancient texts and archaeological findings also support her existence.” I looked at her puzzled.

            “Who are you?” I was determined to find that answer; this question will be my starting line for my journey to find myself once again. She looked at me apathetically, then I realised just how similar we really are.

            “When I lost them.” She picked up a small photo of her family from a nearby table, which I thought was convenient. She must have sat her alone, countless times, by the fire just looking at that photo. “I joined a special programme. It was a long time ago. Our government was losing the war and they were desperate for solutions. They knew me through my husband.”

 Once again her attempt to answer my question spawned more questions. Just what did your husband do Eva?

“They put together a secret team and sneaked us around the country. Our mission: to look for Lost Technologies which could change our fate in the war.”

 The war? Wait just how did it start? Questions keep bombarding my mind. I was so confused and so lost, I had locked myself away for too long. I didn’t realise there was a war. Then again I don’t have my memories.

“We were sent to investigate a newly discovered underground Temple near the uninhabited province of Xanthus.” She looked at me with a strangely dull look. My face was confused and stupefied. “It’s a large area of Jungle four hundred miles south east of our location.” She explained. I simply nodded as I tried to hide my futile attempt to understand her.

“After two months of travelling we unearthed the entrance to the temple and that’s where I found an ancient data slate which, after a long and arduous processes of translating, brought the silver eyed angel to light for the first time.” She suddenly stopped, her eyes glazed over. She was thinking deeply about something and I have no idea of what it could be. I reached out with my finger for the second time and attempted to poke her arm. Just before I could poke her she spoke again. “And that was that.” I pulled my finger back in surprise.

            “You have to stop doing that!” I told her. It really scares me every time that happens. I thought for a moment and a question surfaced from the mountain of things I am wondering about.

            “What happened to your team?”

            “Sorry I didn’t mean to startle you I just get lost in my thoughts sometimes; guess I have problems keeping my focus.” She smiled and didn’t hear me. She playfully tapped her own head and made a childish face. I could sense it. She’s hiding something and I am going to get to the bottom of it. I open my mouth to ask her again.

Her face changed. She was different. The gentle Eva had vanished. Her eyes told me so; cold, dark and piercing. I could almost taste the venom in her presence. I wondered what was happening. Then I heard it. A vehicle, probably a large truck had pulled up to the house. The engine stops and I could hear laughter and men talking loudly just outside. I walked over to a small window in the far wall but bushes blocked my view. I looked at Eva again questions obvious, on my face. She just stood there staring blankly at the fire; her whole body was tense.

            “Eva.” She didn’t respond. “EVA!”

            She turned her head sharply at me, her face focused and prepared. What is she preparing for? She stood up fluidly and her eyes shot right through me.

            “Run.” She fired the word at my face; not shouting but the sheer weight of her tone almost knocked my mind away. I sensed a change in the atmosphere, the dark corners of the living room appeared heavier and the pain in my chest began to resurface. That’s when I was sure, a storm is approaching.

Forgotten Angels

Chapter One: Infinite Beliefs

            “Life is full of surprises: some of them good, some of them bad. What matters is that we see. See things for what they are; not clouded by our own faulty judgements. Honesty is a virtue, and being honest with one, we can understand who we truly are; what we are capable of. There is no doubt that; to each his own: we find our own way forward.”

            Val looked at me puzzled.

            “But how do we know what we see is real?”

            “Simple.” I looked at her and smiled. “We don’t”.

            We both looked up at the night sky, at the moon: which hung bright and alive with those stars. It does not seem so lonely up there. Valarie had just moved into town. I met her one day, by the creek; as I was half fishing and half sleeping. I remember seeing a pair of feet approach me as I lay on my back: underneath the sun that afternoon. The young woman bent down, and asked me where the nearest crystal stall was. She looked at me, up through my straw hat; I almost jumped into the creek. I remember that day onwards; we began to see each other frequently, doing uninteresting things. I wonder if this was fate or simply that we just get along naturally.

A strange and mysterious world we do happen to exist in, I’d say.

            Val and I sat in the middle of a green field; not far away from town. The grass tickled my foot and the wind sat the sleeping landscape in motion. I took out my long pipe and lit up the end. We took in the scene; the scene which I was so familiar with: rolling hills, running water, wild grass and flowers surrounds us. The hint of vegetation laced the cool night breeze. This was my home; the town of Estamizu was my cradle. The wisps of clouds accompanied the night sky, and us: old windmills and trees littered our domain. I took the flask from my back pocket and took a swig of good old fine whisky. Val smoked her own custom made long pipe and took the flask from my hand. She took a small sip, screwed the lid back on and returned it to me.

            “So, this is the great Calling Planes, I have been hearing about.”

The breeze came at us again; I could feel the sweet buzz of nicotine in my head.

            “Yup.”

            “Arca, how did you manage to find yourself here? I know you are not from here.”  She looked at me, after another puff from her long expensive pipe.

            I took another swig from my trusty flask.

            “Long story; and long stories are best served with a meal. So I ask ya: are ya hungry?” I turned to her.

            “No, I am not. Tell me anyway.”

            I sighed. Oh well, I thought. I smiled and looked at the mountains in the far distance: thinking of just what to say. The Misty Mountains, obviously named due to it being surrounded by mist 24/7.

            “Gather round darlin’s; boi have I got a tale to tell ya fellas! I, the great Arca; leader of the famous Calling Planes is here because of my great mission!” Val’s eyes lit up, the adult now look more like a curious little girl, and her face oozed fascination: such a dumb looking face.

            “I, the great Arca am here because.”

            “Yeah?” She edged closer. Her dark red hair seems to sway in eagerness.

            “Because”

            “Yeah, yeah?” And closer yet she got.

            “Because I like the fishing here.” I turned away, took a Swig. Val nearly choked, perhaps it was the smoke?

            “Arca, you fool.” She managed.

           “What were you expecting little girl? I tell you my great tales for real? Ha! Not while I am still sober.” I said, whilst sniggering and sipping my trusty old flask.  I do enjoy teasing this woman; something about her makes her an irresistible target for my bastard nature.

            “You should just die!” She snatched my flask away, took a very large swig, and emptying my precious whisky. She wiped her lips with her hand; accompanied by icy cold eyes which targeted me. She fired the flask at my head. It hurt. About turn, lighting her pipe again, she walked back towards town: giving me a casual wave as she left.

            “See you later, you mongrel.”

            I turned back to the distant mountains; my hand still rubbing my throbbing head. I took out a small bottle of whisky from my other pocket and took another sip. I relaxed my back, and lay down in the fresh grass: Looking at the stars. I exhaled good tobacco smoke. The night was quite. I like it quite. The lunar light basked my world. Such peaceful times are precious.

The winds howl, as if calling my name. I gazed lazily at the stars above, their dwindling light reach out to me. The pipe in my hand, I took another draw. Thinking about the past was never a good idea; it makes me feel as if I am imprisoned within: unable to move forward. I thought about how I really came to call this place, my home. Faces appear and disappeared before me, as if dissolving into the image of the night sky. I closed my eyes, I am getting sleepy; perhaps I should pack up and return to the hut. The straw roofed hut with small wooden windows; not a life of luxury as I had been in before, but it was better suited for someone like me.  My dirtied vest swayed in the wind, my black hair danced before me, and my eyes: lazy, cold, and clouded. The past will always follow me, like a shadow, or more like a companion.

            “Good or bad, all that matters is that we see, huh.”

I took another sip from my whisky. I turned my head up and looked back towards the village of Estamizu; the colony of dim lights in the distance. Time to go home.

I picked up my fishing gear, carefully; I placed them into my rucksack. With the pipe still lit and still in my mouth; I hoisted the pack unto my shoulders and began my walk back towards my small hut, towards the village. The wind howled once more, as if calling for me to stay longer.

            “Sorry, I have to get goin’ now.”

The night air was clear and fresh, the sound of the creak surrounds me. The village was getting closer; dark structures began to develop. Old fashioned stone walls and buildings greeted my return.

            “Good night! Eh!” Mr Beard greeted me.

            “Oh, aye, pleasant and charming I must say.”

            “Catch anything good, Arca?” Mr Beard nodded towards my gear as I approached.

            “Well, you know how talented I am at fishing right? The answer is no”

            “Ah, so the same as always eh?” Mr Beard stroked his long grey beard. Then he walked right up to me and put one arm around my shoulder. The shorter elder almost couldn’t reach me. I felt somewhat awkward.

            “It’s all about knowing what the little critters are thinkin’. Ya know! Fishing is a form of hunting; you gotta be one with nature!”

            “Mr Beard, you should go home, it’s late and I got a feeling it’s gonna rain.” I tried to walk away but he had me in a neck lock; old as he may be, but damn, he was strong.

            “I told ya! Never call me that! You ain’t 12 no more! Its Ernst got it! Ernst Young!” He tugged at my neck and I almost stumbled, a little.

            “Heh, yeah well, Mr Young you may like the night air more than I do, but I got to get home.” He looked at me with a strange glance. It was what he was known for: his weird glances. He let me go.

            “You being out in the fields with Ms Fora haven’t you. You sly. Oh I wish I was young again. When is the special day gonna be! Eh!” Mr Beard laughed and I was unamused. I do not want to stand in front of the village arch much longer, to be honest; the whisky and night air is making me very sleepy.

            “Ah, you old fool! Val and I are just good friends, you know, like good drinking buddies: she can hold her drink much better than you can Mr Beard!” I took a large step away from the old maniac, just as he looked like he wanted to smack me. But kept on the spot. I saw in his eyes that there is something going on in his head. His eyes were quiet, but not silent. He looked up at me, such a serious face. I have never seen the old geezer this way before.

            “Arca. The crystals spoke to me tonight.”

I knew something was not right. The crystals in the Chimeirum were never wrong.

            “What news?”

I looked at the tallest, oldest building in the village. Its large tower like structures hung in the centre of the village; several hundred meters away.

            “War.” The old man kept his eyes on mine. “Come with me.”

We walked through the sleeping village. Following the stoned road, the silent houses pass us. Darkened windows, closed doors: a gentle sleepy town. Unknown to the inhabitants of this peaceful town, I feel we will all learn our fate soon enough. The Chimeirum emerges before us. The tall dark structure seem alien from the rest of the village. Its unique curves and strange material made it look as if it was transported to the village from another time, another world perhaps. Its makers unknown; its history unknown. All we know is; it was here since the beginning of the village; it houses crystals that sometimes usher dreams to the elderly and its mythical healing properties. The structure was enormous taking up the whole of the town centre.

 I watch in awe as the tall structure casted a shadow over us both. Mr Beard touched a spherical object on the wall. Some sort of lighting emanated from the wall over us. Then wall slid open.

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Prose

It was dark. The Sky was grey. It was so beautiful.

The moon, silver and touching, hung like a smile in the night sky. The waves below beat against the cliffs. Such a thing, such a sight; like a cold breeze chilling me to my soul. I raise my gaze to the stars above leaving this world; I close my eyes devoid of life and being. My mind searches the depths of my own disarray, for an answer I know deep inside. It was inside me all along, fighting for a chance to escape.

I opened my eyes the waves still beat against the cliffs; I pulled myself up and watched as the night crept on.  I turned and walked away from the sea, leaving my footsteps in the grass. My head, my mind, still clouded, still in pieces. All transparent senses of self and being, I begin my journey.

“The world is not ready.” Utterances of a spirit. I turned to face the essence next to me; she looked back towards the ever distant horizon.

 “We are not ready.” The reply came fourth out of my mind. I turned once again and left the presence alone. My shadows follow silently beside me. To be defeat to be lost to be afraid, In turn, I left the stage for those to stumble and fall beyond me.

I was on my way. 

A thought

Sometime it just feels like the people up top don't give a crap about the people below. Once people get to the top in society; they couldn't care less about the people that helped them get there in the first place. I guese its just the dog eat dog world ideology behind all agendas now days. Survival of the assholes. You ask yourself what can we do against such inequality? Well, I am sorry but looks like there is very little we can do. fighting a losing battle serves no purpose. but, perhaps we can transcend this lunacy and break down the wall? How? How do we free ourselves from constant oppressions. We have gotten used to it so much that its just natural by now. The first step, I propose, is to govern ourselves before we try and break our chains. Ask yourself, if you were to describe who you are to someone else, what would you write? would you glamorise your self image and impress others, or will you stay truthful and tell them you are just a soul wandering in the world? We should have the courage to face who we are, who we have become and what we will be. There is hope for all of us, if we just believe in our own potential, the unreachable will become reachable, the unbreakable will be come one and our own existence will become purposeful.

David K