butchiesmom

Again, Rough Draft!!! I know it needs work!!

This will be at the beginning of the first chapter...The Final Prophecy...

We have always been.

We do not use a linear measure for the span of time. We’ve seen the beginning and the ending of this world. We ask naught from those who inhabit the world below, needing nothing they could offer.

The energy of this world, that which holds all together in one cohesive mass, is what of which we feast as needed.

Long ago, in time immeasurable, one of our members met a female while treading the world below and found emotion for her. In exchange for a bit of our substance and elements, the form he used to greet her was given substance. He was limited to living below unable to leave those bonds until that form gave out, dying, even as he was given life.

We bestowed their children the ability to manipulate the atmosphere in which we reside. They could hear our voices and see other children who retained our substance by the glow or aura, which surrounds one of the Craft, as it became known.

Hundreds of generations passed. The ability to hear our voices had nearly been bred out of the species below as the race intermingled. Only a rare few hear us now. Only a rare few have the talent, to use that which lies dormant in their bodies.

Times have changed. We saw the beginning of what they called science and how they ridiculed the talent of a few and grouped them with the tricks of those who tried to do the impossible.

It is the discovery of what the children of that union could contribute to that ‘science’ which will bring the siikers to the surface…

This will be added elsewhere in the beginning chapter, The Final Prophecy.

A child, gifted as the children of that first union, will be born with the power and the knowledge to rid the inhabitants of the siikers, but it will be generations before the birth. Pay heed to our words, as you haven’t before. The loss of that child will be the end of the inhabitants of your world. Siikers will hunt for her when she comes to her power. Guard her. Care for her. Teach her.

She is our last gift. She is your last hope.

We are the Guids. We have always been.

Bear

I'm going to have to read this from the very beginning. Love the images and the story line. This is a marvalous piece of writing Gail simply awesome
hugs kisses
bear

butchiesmom

Thanks Bear! I'm sure there's lots of room for improvement, lol. This is actually (I hope) the beginning of the first chapter. This is the rest of it...

Zephyrs, carrying the distant sound of weapons fire, gently wafted through the open window behind him. Toma mopped perspiration from his face with a damp tissue, trying to prevent it from dripping onto the paper in front of him. The last news reports Toma had watched, before the power went out, showed the agony on a guard’s face as his body disintegrated slowly before the cameras. A sudden change of scenery punctuated the disappearance of the cameraman as the live feed to the station abruptly ended seconds after the creatures turned their attention to the camera witnessing the scene.

Toma shuddered. He’d had a quick glimpse of the siiker attacking his people before he was pushed into his vehicle and transported home. The few miles from the gate to the main house seemed so much longer than the few minutes it usually took. Toma was still shaken by the sight of his men disappearing, one molecule at a time, in the glow of the siiker’s weapon.

He’d hoped someone would listen to his warning of what was coming but could tell they’d thought he’d lost his mind, especially when he spoke of the Guids. No one wanted to believe the Guids existed. ‘It was only a dream…’ he’d heard more than once as he urged his family, friends and colleagues to prepare for danger he couldn’t describe against creatures no one had heard of.

He finally stopped speaking of it after whispered questions about his mental health reached his ears. Even a reference he’d found in an obscure text to the creatures wasn’t enough for them to believe him. Until people started disappearing.

The price of knowledge comes high. There was a way to stop the siikers, the Guids said, but the person who could to do it hadn’t yet been born. He’d written it down. Everything. The warnings he’d been given, that of those he’d disseminated and the reaction to his warnings. Life, such as it had been only…Has it only been a few months? …would never be as it was until the siikers transferred back to their home.

Only a few more words, a few seconds in time, were all he needed to finish before his turn came. Though those who wielded the Craft were long-lived, the Siikers shortened their lives considerably. He continued to write, cursing the light of the candle vainly attempting to supplement that coming from the window and quelling rising panic with nearing shortened screams.

“Think! Think! I must get this down!”

‘Survivors guard against…’ he lifted pen from paper.

“Guard…guard against whom? I don’t know what they’ll be called by then. Would it be wise to use a name anyway?” He thought about it for a moment.

“How do I put this?” He continued writing and speaking as if someone was in the room with him until he’d written the last word. Only the candle, dimly illuminating his workspace, listened to his spoken thoughts. He folded and placed the missive in a waterproof pouch using the pouch’s drawstrings to close it.

“Guids,” he pled, “Watch over it, keep it safe until the time is nigh…” He turned at the sound of the door opening and gave thanks for those who delayed the inevitable for him as a glow filled the tiny room. His last thought, “Forgive us for what we have wrought…”

hugs,
Gail

MsJacquiiC

This is quite a compelling storyline GAIL - Strong voiced as usual ((even though it is labeled as rough draft)) --- Reminds me a bit of the silly conversation I had with my taxi cab driver moments ago... He kinda said I tried hard to be crazy LOL - I said it's the only thing that comes natural... Then we talked about his kid overcoming Freddy Kruger in a dream by simply being God LOL --- At the mere thought - enemy is anihialated because it was thought into action... Hmmm... Interesting prophecy me doth think - Nice write

Jacquii.

ps - yeah - I know... Weird and wacky conversation

Mysty

Gail...... honestly hon..... every part of this story I read ..... I soooo badly want it in a book. So I can read at my leisure over and over. It is DAMNED GOOD!!! I love it!


Mysty

butchiesmom

I'm blushing! Honestly, Mysty, I'm writing as fast as the characters will allow. There are several people here who also want a copy of it and as soon as it's published, I'll be sending them out, lol. I thank you for the wonderful compliment. Makes me want to write more.

hugs,
Gail