The First Era

by Andrew Bardsley

  The First Era

  The History System Chronicles

  Andrew Bardsley

  Copyright © 2019 by Andrew Bardsley

  All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

  Contents

  Chapter One: All Things Have a Beginning

  Chapter Two: Survival

  Chapter Three: An Emergency Rescue

  Chapter Four: Weapons and Traps

  Chapter Five: A Journey

  Chapter Six: Into the Deeps

  Chapter Seven: Civilization at last

  Chapter Eight: Training

  Chapter Nine: Trolls and other Monsters

  Chapter Ten: Weapons making and other discoveries

  Chapter Eleven: Storm-Demon

  Chapter Twelve: A Request

  Chapter Thirteen: The Power of a Tribe

  Chapter Fourteen: The Power of a Tribe in Battle

  Chapter Fifteen: Alone with Evil

  Chapter One: All Things Have a Beginning

  Ahava woke up as the light slowly increased through the window in the bathroom. The bathroom was adjacent to the bedroom, and the window allowed the early morning light to shine directly onto the bed, where Ahava’s head lay. As Ahava slowly gained consciousness, thoughts of what he would do today slowly ran through his waking mind. Originally, his family had planned to have a day out, taking the time to go walking around some of the waterfalls nearby. The walk had been planned because his son Chris was home, on leave from the army, and as this was Chris’s last full day with them before flying back to his base. The noise from the rain outside indicated that the possibility of getting soaked during the up-and-coming walk was high.

  As Ahava lay in bed, listening to the rain, he re-considered the plans for the day, considering what to do instead. He checked his computer tablet, an old device with a small crack across the screen, for the weather report. The screen lit up showing a Google weather report with an icon of a storm cloud for the day, and for the next week. This spring in Perth had been cold and rainy for Western Australia. Around this time Ahava’s wife, Kate, had also woken up. She was glancing at her phone, a sleek new model as she had just lost her phone a few weeks prior.

  Ahava looked over at Kate. “It’s raining outside, so I think it’s best if we cancel the plans for the walk. As I have some work to do, I might as well go into the office today.”

  Ahava worked as an engineer in the drilling industry and, due to a recent downturn, he was working whenever there was work available. This week he had been at home and his family had been off doing activities together. This unfortunately meant that Ahava had already had had a couple of days off this week and there was a bit of outstanding work in the office to be done for a client.

  Kate blinked rapidly as she yawned, clearing her eyes and looking over.

  “That will be ok; after all, it is raining today. I can take the time to prepare the house for the board games event this evening.”

  Kate had been planning a games night for some time, inviting several other families that Ahava knew.

  Ahava thought for a moment. “OK then, I’ll go into the office, but I may come back early in the afternoon as I do not have much work to do,” he decided.

  It was about five thirty in the morning, and as Ahava did not normally start getting up for work until some time after six o’clock, he tried to go back to sleep. Upon finding that he was not able to sleep, he sat back up and chatted to Kate about what was on her Facebook feed that day. While Ahava had his own Facebook account, he only used it for news and keeping in contact with a few family members. This meant that he largely relied on Kate for updates about the wider circle of family and friends that both he and Kate had made over their twenty-seven years of marriage. The anniversary was last month, though they were still deciding what to do to celebrate it properly.

  Their marriage was a happy one, with four children. Now, only their youngest son Sam was still living at home. He was in his second to last year of the local high school. Their oldest son, Dave, had got married last December to a daughter of one of their family friends, Mary, and was living in another suburb in Perth, only a short drive away. He also worked in the same small engineering consultancy as Ahava in Perth’s city business district. Bill, the second eldest, was living abroad and the third child, Chris was currently staying with them after finally getting leave. He had been in the army for about nine months and had just finished his training in the infantry.

  After another short attempt at snoozing, Ahava got up from the queen size bed and walked into the en-suite bathroom. Getting undressed for a shower, Ahava examined at his upper body in the bathroom cabinet mirror. He recently had lost a lot of weight but still was significantly overweight. Ahava was in his late forties and had suffered from being overweight throughout his adult life. His hair was in a short style and since the last decade had been white and gray, showing his age early. He had broad shoulders and was around average height. Generally, he was not a fit or active person, and even had had some significant health issues over the last couple of decades that he had lived in Australia.

  After showering and performing his other daily ablutions, Ahava walked back into the bedroom to get dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. This was his standard dress attire for a casual Friday, and in fact, any other day he could get away with it. He enjoyed wearing casual clothes and only dressed up if it was required or, as was more often the case, if his wife encouraged him. She often did this by affectionately saying she would not be seen with him in the clothes he was in.

  He kissed his wife before leaving the bedroom. The bedroom was in the second story of their house, with the kitchen and living rooms downstairs. Ahava went to the downstairs to prepare for work. Generally, on a workday, Ahava was always quick in leaving the house, as he liked to be moving to the next thing without any periods of waiting. Ahava found himself generally impatient to be placed or doing some activity. Boredom was not something that he enjoyed, but being overstressed was also something that he hated. On a date with his wife, before they had been married, they had done four different activities in one night. This was largely because at the end of each activity, Ahava had asked, ‘What do you want to do next?’ In hindsight Ahava was sure that this must have been exasperating for Kate by the end of the night.

  Packing his laptop bag for work with his wallet, keys, and tablets he walked the kitchen to grab breakfast. Recently he had started trying liquid breakfasts. Ahava found them not as appetizing as regular food, but at least they had a certain simplicity. Chris and Sam were both already awake in the living room. As Ahava walked by he noticed that they were both either playing games on their laptops or watching an animated TV series on the computer.

  “Morning,” Ahava said to his two sons. They both grunted an incoherent reply, without looking up from their screens. This was not an unusual response from his sons at this time in the morning and he waved as he walked off. Last, he picked up his phone, put it in the laptop bag and started moving toward the front door.

  He had just walked out of the front door toward ‘the large red car’ (as he called it on his Trans Perth parking application) when his phone made an unusual notification sound. Beep. Beep. Beep. Ahava looked around, bemused, as this was not the normal notification sound that he had set for his phone. He fished the mobile phone out of his bag and checke
d the screen to see what application was causing the sound. On the front of the phone was:

  Initializing the History System, 1% complete.

  Nothing else was on the screen and the background was the same blue color as the dreaded Windows error screen, now a remnant of old operating systems. Puzzled, he tried to flick to another screen on the phone but got no response. Pressing buttons to escape the application caused nothing to happen, except now the one percent on the display increased to two percent. Finally, he tried to turn the phone off, but it was still unresponsive. The same message now showed it was at three percent. Thinking that he would definitely fix his phone when he arrived at work, Ahava put the phone back in his bag. As he opened the door to get into the car, he noticed that in the far corner of his vision he could see what appeared to be some type of moving symbol. It looked to be an egg timer moving around in a circle once per second. Ahava blinked rapidly to clear his eyes. The symbol remained. Closing his eyes, the symbol was still there, right in the corner of his vision. Shaking his head did not remove the slowly rotating hourglass either.

  “What the heck!” Ahava muttered out loud. As he expected, there was no answer back from the general world. Another “What the heck!” was also met with no answer. As he slowly got into the car he remained sitting, perplexed about what was happing. Ahava could not think of anything to do about the strange circling symbol except wait. He decided, as with his phone, that this problem would have to be sorted out later, maybe when he got to work.

  Starting the car, he backed down the house’s small driveway toward the road. He reversed onto the road and drove along the street, away from the ocean and toward the main road and the train station. The trip to the train station was uneventful, except for the persistent symbol still in his vision. Blinking, moving his head and some more exclamations of “What the heck!” did nothing to help.

  After traveling over the bridge over the main road and following the local roads around the houses and past the school to the train station, he parked in the provided car park. As Ahava started his work commute early, he was able to take a parking space near the ticket machine, close to the station entrance. While he was getting out of the car, still, the symbol was still in the corner of his vision. Ahava walked toward the entrance of the station, barely paying attention to his surroundings, deep in thought about what was causing this weird effect in his eye. He was so preoccupied, Ahava forgot to swipe his pass for the car parking fee at the ticket machine. He walked over the pedestrian bridge and swiped his train pass at the turnstiles. The information board in the station flashed, indicating that the next train to Perth City Center would arrive in five minutes. After finding an area to wait on the platform, he stood silently in thought until the train arrived. Ahava entered the carriage and found an empty seat for the ride into Perth City. Still perplexed, he reached and pulled out his phone to check it. On the display were the words:

  Initializing the History System, 40% complete.

  Again, the only difference Ahava could see was the percentage completion. The hourglass symbol continued to circle. Ahava decided to give up on his phone and reached into his laptop bag to get his tablet. As he switched on the screen, expecting to see his normal home page, instead the same message that was on his phone screen appeared, this time on the tablet screen. Ahava gasped out loud in surprise. This got a raised eyebrow from the person sitting next to him. “Sorry,” Ahava mumbled to the man. This was more or less an inbuilt reaction, as he was English and found saying ‘sorry’ for anything, even if the other person was at fault, was part of his nature. Now, checking both his phone and the tablet at the same time, the percentage shown on the blue screen had reached 50. The train traveled along the rails, stopping at each station on the way to Perth city center, as if nothing odd was happening. All during the journey however, Ahava kept looking at the phone and tablet as the percentage slowly increased, like downloading a game from the Internet.

  By the time the train was traveling through tunnels to the Perth underground city center station, the percentage completion was up to ninety-eight. The train stopped at the platform, the doors opening with an imperceptible hiss, and most of the people on the train moving toward the exit. As with every commute on the train, Ahava automatically moved with all the people toward the exit. Just as he was stepping over the exit of the carriage, the icon moved from the corner of his vision to the center, changing to the words:

  History System Initialized

  .

  ..

  …

  History System Operating

  Suddenly, Ahava’s world went black, like a game loading screen or a movie title screen with the words hanging in the black void of nothingness. He felt no sensation from the rest of his body, almost like he was in a sensory deprivation tank.

  The words slowly faded to black and were replaced by a three-dimensional moving logo getting bigger in the black void in front of Ahava’s perceived view. The logo read:

  The History System

  By

  ???

  To be revealed at a later date

  The logo was announced by a score of music, reminiscent of a full orchestra playing a soundtrack for an action-packed movie. After a few bars of music, the logo was replaced by writing. Ahava mentally strained his vision to focus on the writing to be able to read it. It displayed a series of options:

  ‘History System’ personality type:

  1) Happy, Happy - Always positive and looks for the good in everything;

  2) Angry and self-righteous – never will let a chance to over-dramatize an event pass them by; and

  3) The Comedian - will help you see the fun in every situation.

  Please Choose.

  In a state of shock, he re-read the options, trying to gather his wits together about what was happening. I must be dreaming! thought Ahava. As he found he had no sensations or any feeling of his body, he could not even try to pinch himself to see if he could wake up. Anyway, does that really work?

  He carefully re-read the text and his first inclination was that options one and two were definitely no-goes as he was not altogether keen on overly positive personalities. Also, he could not understand how anyone would want to choose an angry and self-righteous personality type for any system. More with a wish to proceed with whatever was happening than an actual belief in the reality of the situation, Ahava thought in his mind, Well, I guess I my only choice is the Comedian option. Upon his thinking this, option three lit up and a confirmation window appeared in his mind’s eye, confirming his choice. The world faded to black yet again, but just before Ahava lost consciousness he thought he heard a voice:

  “Ok, hold tight, as we are off!”

  Ahava woke up as the light slowly increased, but this time it was not shining through the bathroom window. The first thing he noticed, as he was coming back to consciousness, was the smell. It was hard to describe, but it was a dry, slightly musty heat. The smell stirred memories from his childhood of when he lived in parts of Africa. It smelt like the morning, when he had been camping with his parents and siblings. He could hear the early morning calls of birds, sharp twitterings repeated at intervals of different levels of pitch and volume. In addition, he heard the noise of what he thought sounded like crickets. This was the low undulating whistling sound that could be heard as a constant background noise.

  As he opened his eyes, he could see the sun start to peek above the hills in the distance. The light level slowly increased as he started to see the shape of what looked like roots, sticking up into the air as if a tree had been planted upside-down. Others looked like jagged umbrellas of leaves on the trunk with twisting branches. The light level gradually continued to increase across undulating plains as they opened into waving grass in a slight wind. Below him, he could see a river flow into a large lake with deep green grass around the banks. He looked away from the view in front of him and found that he was on a slope, on a hill with craggy rock cliffs behind him.

  Ahav
a realized he was currently sitting on the ground, with his back pressed against a rock and no idea how he had got there. He was wearing the same jeans and T-shirt that he had left the house in. His laptop bag was still on his shoulder by his side, as it had been when he exited the carriage. As he came to the slow acknowledgement of his surroundings, he felt his heart beat faster and a cold sweat begin to form on his forehead. Suddenly, there was a sharp pain on his ankle. Roaring in pain, he jumped up from the ground he had been sitting on. Shuffling around, he found a small insect on his ankle between his jeans and his left sock. Quickly he flicked off the insect, which left behind a slightly red mark, still throbbing in pain. Rubbing the mark, he straightened up and walked around as he looked at the landscape again.

  Confused in regard to what was happening, he remembered the last thing he saw: the system logo and options. A jumble of questions cascaded into his mind, the most pressing being: where am I, who is the ‘History System’ and perhaps the most pressing, how do I get back home?

  “Good morning,” spoke a dulcet voice. “Good morning and how are you today—.”

  Before the voice could say any more Ahava interrupted. “What?” exclaimed Ahava. “Who’s there?”

  “The voice inside your head,” replied the voice in the same smooth overtone.

  Ahava scanned the area quickly to see if there was anyone else present. There was nobody in sight. He thought that, along with the rest of the experience, he must be going crazy.

  ”Yes,” said the agreeable voice again. “You are certainly going crazy and possibly becoming delusional too, as all of this experience gives impressions that are contradicted by reality or rational argument.”

  Not only am I hearing a voice inside my head, it is also telling me that I am crazy, Ahava thought.

  “I can hear your direct thoughts, you know.”