Here's a piece I wrote when I was still in college, for a Creative Writing class. I thought of the album V, and said to myself, "Why the heck not." So I composed a story based on that concept album.
Will be posting the piece chapter by chapter (separated by posts, if Jax allows
). Comments are welcome, flames too; just keep them content-related and constructive.
Here it is, without further ado.
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PROLOGUE
To the one who would open this book, my greetings of peace.
I am known as Octavius, a sort of scholar who lived in England sometime during the 17th Century. I would rather keep my identity a secret--in the passage you will be reading, names are but infinitesimal. Most of my ilk call me a sage, but I find that title flattering and worthy of more attention than what would be naturally deserved of a person in my status. I fancy myself as a scholar living in an ivory tower, nothing more, nothing less. Through the course of my travels, I have come across a lot of readings, met and conversed with probably myriads of people, and witnessed a few unnatural events--events that lend credence to what I have unearthed during my travels to Egypt.
You see, I came across a burial ground that had some very intriguing inscriptions on its walls. The translator who was traveling with me, Abu (may the Heavens bless this man, wherever he is at present), saw it and became petrified in fear. "Awaken all from Set-Amentet..." was what one inscription read. The other, "..the Law of One will fade and die.." I was piqued at first. I never wanted to commission a man with steely nerves, a steady aim, and a strong swordarm that curls up like an infant in fright at the sight of some writing on the wall. Reason was with me, though, and got the better of me as I asked my partner why was he troubled.
Abu spoke in lapses. He was telling of an event nearly forgotten by historians such as myself. According to him, we stumbled across a temple of Montu-Sekhmet, cleverly disguised as a burial ground. Montu-Sekhmet, an unnatural deity possessing both male and female qualities. This deity is the God of War/Goddess of Destruction, the so-called "Bringer of War". The followers of this deity hold the whole world hostage, Abu said. And their stranglehold on this world started some thousand years ago, in an event that would not be beholden to you if you live your normal life.
Unnerved beyond belief, I told Abu that night is falling, and we must find rest at an inn. He made no effort to resist, knowing the obvious fact. As we sat down to a supper of unleavened bread, stewed lamb and some goat's cheese, Abu told me a little more about himself. He is an Egyptian, through and through, but he belonged to a long lineage of Nubians, the race from whence the pharaohs came. I had difficulty believing him at first, but then, a lazy thought crept up to me. He had a quaint resemblance to Ramses II. But I quickly let the thought perish as Abu related his past to me.
Having traced his lineage back to the Nubians, I thought to myself, "Could this hark back to the story of Atlantis?" I asked that to my cohort, and then I was immediately stunned by what I saw. Abu, in an instant, became bathed in light. He was floating, with arms in a cruciform. He then began to speak, although I was hearing a distinctively female voice.
Will be posting the piece chapter by chapter (separated by posts, if Jax allows
). Comments are welcome, flames too; just keep them content-related and constructive.Here it is, without further ado.
===============================================
PROLOGUE
To the one who would open this book, my greetings of peace.
I am known as Octavius, a sort of scholar who lived in England sometime during the 17th Century. I would rather keep my identity a secret--in the passage you will be reading, names are but infinitesimal. Most of my ilk call me a sage, but I find that title flattering and worthy of more attention than what would be naturally deserved of a person in my status. I fancy myself as a scholar living in an ivory tower, nothing more, nothing less. Through the course of my travels, I have come across a lot of readings, met and conversed with probably myriads of people, and witnessed a few unnatural events--events that lend credence to what I have unearthed during my travels to Egypt.
You see, I came across a burial ground that had some very intriguing inscriptions on its walls. The translator who was traveling with me, Abu (may the Heavens bless this man, wherever he is at present), saw it and became petrified in fear. "Awaken all from Set-Amentet..." was what one inscription read. The other, "..the Law of One will fade and die.." I was piqued at first. I never wanted to commission a man with steely nerves, a steady aim, and a strong swordarm that curls up like an infant in fright at the sight of some writing on the wall. Reason was with me, though, and got the better of me as I asked my partner why was he troubled.
Abu spoke in lapses. He was telling of an event nearly forgotten by historians such as myself. According to him, we stumbled across a temple of Montu-Sekhmet, cleverly disguised as a burial ground. Montu-Sekhmet, an unnatural deity possessing both male and female qualities. This deity is the God of War/Goddess of Destruction, the so-called "Bringer of War". The followers of this deity hold the whole world hostage, Abu said. And their stranglehold on this world started some thousand years ago, in an event that would not be beholden to you if you live your normal life.
Unnerved beyond belief, I told Abu that night is falling, and we must find rest at an inn. He made no effort to resist, knowing the obvious fact. As we sat down to a supper of unleavened bread, stewed lamb and some goat's cheese, Abu told me a little more about himself. He is an Egyptian, through and through, but he belonged to a long lineage of Nubians, the race from whence the pharaohs came. I had difficulty believing him at first, but then, a lazy thought crept up to me. He had a quaint resemblance to Ramses II. But I quickly let the thought perish as Abu related his past to me.
Having traced his lineage back to the Nubians, I thought to myself, "Could this hark back to the story of Atlantis?" I asked that to my cohort, and then I was immediately stunned by what I saw. Abu, in an instant, became bathed in light. He was floating, with arms in a cruciform. He then began to speak, although I was hearing a distinctively female voice.
