by Beth Hoyer
Record Keeper.’ according to the High Council.
It’s when meeting them, on this world of many names, despite its still referred by this odd name of Egyptia.”
Nikolai paused from telling the tale appearing to be lost in thought till loud throat clearing noises was heard by him including multiple ahem sounds.
He continued the tale speaking as urged by his children, his clones or offsprings, themselves wishing him to do it.
Nikolai told this tale like he changed the subject or manipulated by Meritanian “I wound up trapped into a cave despite kept contained there by compulsion orders. I found nothing come to my mind on why I was contained there till I heard a dog’s barking sound. I found myself outside the cave walking in the snow as if I sleep walked myself to do this. I kept on walking despite my feet becoming frozen, from the cold of King Winter’s deadly cold. I heard howling noises sounding in tones that seemed friendly to me despite nervous. I found the howling noises resulted in multiple wolves, arriving in sight that rubbed themselves against my body, as if warming me. I wound up urged by the wolves going into the forest till I reached a Traveler’s Gate with cloud images in it. I wound up walking through that Traveler’s Gate, with an image in my mind of my Father, Thurin, himself fully in my mind. I don’t remember what happened next other than that I arrived to the planetary world of Egyptia as referred by the High Council-”
“Argh you Meritanian!” blared Nikolai.
Nikolai wound up hearing snickering laughter from Ramses and his sisters Erra and Terra, like their sickening the clones with memories of people, including speaking various tales via manipulation. Nikolai heard a loud ahem sound from Tom Mindbender Thunder, an original of a cloned Tom copy that spoke that noise. The grandchildren Nikolai saw appeared to look bored and appeared to have nodded off asleep from the looks of them.
Tom as he refers himself spoke loudly “Just tell a tale now, Nicky!”
Nikolai gave Tom a glare in response to that Nicky name despite he’s the assumed creator of Tom himself.
Nikolai got from Tom speaking loudly “Before I reached the planetary world of Egyptia faced the Guardian of Life and Death, seated in his throne chair with his scale, with form, not describable.
The Guardian of Life and Death saying his familiar words ‘I am the Guardian of Life and Death for I will judge you with my scales on your life.’
I wound up finding the Guardian of Life and Death accompanied by a large bird the Goddess of Life, Egypt herself, as identified by the High Council’s writings via their books of records. The Goddess Egypt was fluttering in place, while shrieking out her demands for life towards whatever soul comes to the Guardian.”
Nikolai found Tom paused from telling the tale and eyed him with a glare of Human black eyes while adding “Just continue the tale now, Nicky.”
Nikolai wound giving up a sound of disgust loudly or some noise that made people in the room giving him glares, despite the stink indicating it.
Nikolai wound up speaking a tale. “He wound up finding the Guardian saying ‘Begin program.’”
There was a mental gated arch nearby sort of like a travelers' travel gate to the soul. It wound up flashing an image of male wearing gonoid skin clothing from head to foot.
The soul heard "You had to show the One didn't you?!"
The soul heard nothing in response to Egypt's, assumed the one, who asked that question, but was confused to her wording, involving the One. Instead the soul kept on watching the One, as he’s referred, as the male walked on the desert sands, his feet wearing gonoid skin boots with robes, covering him from head to foot. The soul found he posing as the male the One, as he’s referred. The soul paused from his walk to exhale a breath staring at the desert sands while feeling the wind blowing softly. The soul saw a rocky wall ahead of which continued walking towards it, as if compelled via Meritanian’s like compulsion or something involving Terrania’s mate pairing. The soul frowned as it was felt a burning sensation on the bottoms of feet, looked down to stare at the ground. The soul felt a hotness feeling which made him assume he’s a male, yank off his robes baring his form showing him wearing nothing but nudity and no top with a male’s muscular moron physique. Groaning the soul tossed aside the robes as the feeling began to dominate him as he walked. He felt his feet burning and looked down with dizzy eyes, to see smoke of an eater, on the ground, where his feet were, which he followed with his eyes. The soul stiffened as he saw the eater surrounded him and screamed out a nonsense sound.
It later come screamed out “Ay Kabaiya!”
“Don’t ask me why I screamed that out, except that the God of Hell granted me a favor by keeping me alive to live again.”
The soul ran towards the rocky wall running while feeling the burning going to his legs. He forced himself to keep running till he reached the rocky wall and paused when he spotted a doorway opening in it. The soul ran in the doorway opening running into a corridor with stone walls. The soul ran not caring where he went till his lungs started bursting and he collapsed onto his knees on the dirt floor. The soul shut his eyes panting for breath and discovered the burning and hotness sensations gone from him. The soul opened his eyes seeing everything in night vision, of yellow color, as he continued to pant. He wound up seeing a large sarcophagus coffin of Lance Richard, the God of the Underworld also known as God of Hell, according to the High Council. The statue was in front of him next to the wall of a large room that was sensed high overhead by the echoing of the voiced tones.
“I didn’t realize that the God of Hell had managed to trap me into his Underworld Kingdom while I remained alive in my mind.”
The soul exhaled a breath getting up from the dirt floor to stare at the sarcophagus. The soul saw had a sword spear on top of it as recognized as a weapon called Mikan according to the Zeskaya species, calls themselves than the Mesan’s Curse name. The soul sighed and walked towards the sarcophagus leaning over with humanoid like hands on the Mikan which he with great strength yanked off.
The soul stood holding the Mikan in hands as he spoke out loud “This place is my home. I won’t leave it and suffer your fate, Father. I refused to let what happened to you, happen to me.”
The soul exhaled a breath then felt tiredness arriving went to a wall and sat in a leaning position closing his eyes. He felt himself sliding into a lying position laid onto the ground falling asleep.
The soul woke up with a gasp and got up and looked around the room which he saw a doorway opposite from the sarcophagus. The soul entered to see a corridor with open doorways, on both sides which he counted each having the same number of fingers of one hand. The soul went into doorways to discover that that they were empty small rooms. The soul found rats as those gonoids are called, scattering in all directions, in one room which he feeling hungry captured a rat gagging it to death. The soul brought the rat to his mouth biting into it eating as he entered another room. The soul saw had water dripping from the ceiling, landing into a small stone, pool of water, on the floor. The soul finished with the rat threw the carcass away and went to the pool kneeling. The soul brought his hand into the pool scooping up water, bringing it to his lips, repeatedly.
The soul felt himself better spoke out loud “I’ll stay here with the rats as my food and this water pool as my drink.”
The soul got up and walked back to the sarcophagus room where he went to the corner of the room and laid his form on the dirt ground falling asleep.
The soul jerked he awake when he heard a sound. The soul opened his eyes as his eyesight blinked from night vision to day vision while hearing the sound become louder. The soul sat up to stare at the doorway was a flickering light that was coming nearer and nearer while hearing sounds as recognized as people jabbering. Their words weren’t making any sense to the soul when he heard them.
“The language was First Ones’ Terran language of Japan dubbed, Japanese language as dubbed despite the High Council using it privately and using English or basic in front of visitor
s or whoever they care to communicate with.”
The soul got up holding the Mikan in front of him to stare at the open doorway. It revealed a flaming torch light, held in a figure wearing High Council’s white covered hooded robes, in hand, followed by the number of fingers on both hands other figures wearing twin clothing. The soul stood watching as the figures spoke words he didn’t understand overlapping jabbering all at once. They sounded of excitement to the soul. The soul edged he closer towards the figures that darted towards the sarcophagus, one leaving the torch lying on the floor, as they picked at the coffin with knives in their hands. The soul roared some loud nonsense sound which got the figures to stop their picking as if shocked. The soul charged at them swinging his Mikan. The soul heard noises as heard that sounded of exclamations of shock, from the figures. The soul used the flat end of the Mikan’s sword part, hitting each of them on their heads, knocking them out. The soul stood staring at the figures that lay on the floor, unconscious, with the torch’s light flickering. Exhaling a breath the soul picked up a figure by the neck, dragging the person, out of the room, into the corridor, passing by doorways, towards the entrance where he could see, was nighttime. The soul with great strength tossed the figure into
