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Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…The Ancient Pilgrims from the Stars…

Posted By: Valiant
Date: Thursday, 21-Jan-2016 13:55:23

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JJeUx9ZxhfM
*song* All I Want to Do is Make Love to You

By Heart

As he said…through the mind down the arm
Through the hand through the fingers
Through the pen, the ink…write the words…

Forgive me, but this time it has to be
A little different…listen to the song first…
You will understand…at least some will…

And then…and now


The Stars speak to us…
By memories in dreams under the moon
And the morning light…
The planets and stars Align…

Here, they sit waiting…as though something
Big is coming…
They stood like an assembly…
The Great Lion Man VIR’riel off to the left,
Apart…as if this part was not for him…

Varence in the center, the tallest
Tall and proud arms folded…head tilted
That sly smile… “I like your words now…”

Ceres, to the right…standing straight
And smiling…this time she had the bewitching
Smile…her eyes soft yet beaming…
“Now I have something to tell…You…
Tell them all…”

Rana and Vala stood behind her…listening…
“I’m eager to hear this…” Vala hummed.
“And I will wait only a little more…” Rana said,
Her tone intense. “Because I too want to hear
This.”

Kierista and Evangella stood quietly behind
Varence…They said nothing, only looked at
Each other and smiled silently…
Then he said… “Now listen…”

Ceres took a step forward, “They ask you
So many questions…You do your best to
Bide the time…The Tide of Them…”

“I say and say again,” Varence said
With a laugh lowering his head, “No questions…
Things come when they have to…I have
Certainly learned that the hard way.”

“In truth,” Ceres said, her voice an enticing
Soothing melody, “The world was changed…
But it always changes…One way or another,
Naturally, unnaturally…”

“The point here is,” Varence went on, “That
Deep down you know…some know more than
Others…We know…We see…And for you,
And a handful of others, Bill…it’s like
Putting pieces of a puzzle together…And this
Time I must insist…no more questions…
You know how to not say anything and listen…
That’s excellent…Because you understand…
The right ones finish each other’s sentences…
You’ve experienced this…that’s key…
That’s what to look for…”

“When the gathering comes,” Vala hummed…
“In the Southwest…They will know by the
Call of the Night Hawk…In the land of
Britain…The Raven’s will tell them what to do
And when…like you’ve said…The Birds…
That’s the only clue I will give for now…
Brother Wolf.” She laughed.

Varence began to open his mouth to speak
Then immediately Ceres was catching his
Voice still, “This…is my turn…I will start
This…you’ll only flatter yourself.”

He laughed abruptly but agreed, “Alright.”

“So this is the story,” Ceres began calmly…
Sweetly with a smile and certainly that was
Peaceful and comforting… “Some books record
A perspective…but without the heart…There
Comes a time when things have to be told with
A story…stories…and NOT editorials…
The Native Americans know this…Why?
Because that’s how it’s best…The wise
Ones know this…But that’s enough of that…
Remember…the right ones will just know
It, feel it…That’s how they’re sorted out…

So when the time comes, they will know what
To do…without direction…Understand?”

I nodded. “Yes.”

She smiled… “I know you do. There’s reason there.”

“And now…Your world, and others…Speak of
Legends…tales of their creation…what you
Call Biblical tales…They are the oldest…Then
Science comes along and says…no, it’s myth…
All things are then logically torn apart then
Reconstructed in scientific terms...coldness…
Soul-less details that in fact are ever changing
Conundrums of nothing…
Science today is old news tomorrow…
And yet…Stories of the spirit NEVER change…
They grow stronger.

This is your Earth story…
THE human story we will leave for another
Time…if kindness finds you, and patience
Doesn’t slip from my mind.” Ceres smiled, then
Looked upwards…distantly, as if recalling
Some lost sweet memory…

“I have to say its funny, it is because deep
Down…its in so many hearts…I see it now,
The whales were right…So many feel it,
Have felt it…it’s in their DNA, a story
Of genetic memory…Quite remarkable really…
And it echoes in your arts…in your music…
Even in fantasies and daydreams…
Twisted and contorted, yes but still…Its there.
Amazing.

“My apologies…Lets begin…

“In this Bridgeroom…long ago for you…
Not so for us…

The Bridge was quiet…so quiet it was almost
Seemingly lifeless…Camlo sat at his seat
Studying the fauna…The trees and wild roses
Were always his favorite…but he was so quiet…
And so polite, sometimes we forgot he was there…

At that Camlo chimed in, “You do forget I am
Here! I need to speak up more!”

“Resuming…” she went on…

Ceres sat at her seat monitoring the animals…
The Ice Age was ending…The great glaciers were
Receding…And the mammals filled the continents
With marvelous abundance…

Now while she loved all animals, you know where
Her favoritism fell…She studied the early horses,
Then stole glimpses at the great brown bears…
She studied the open plains of Africa…
The vast herds of animals…the hooves, the horns…
The lions, the leopards…The mighty elephants…
Then retreated to images of the black bears
At play…Those tiny frolicking cubs made her
Smile…

And the whales always sang through it all,
Constantly…Nature’s orchestra…background
Music…with songs of joy and laughter…
Their love was so pure…
And to each other they told stories of
Nature…The changing Earth of land and sea…
They sang to the stars, to the Angels, to God…
They always seemed to know what was coming.

Then she found the sight of a great Mother
Polar Bear strolling across a white land
With her three tiny cubs…The skies were
Blue with a blinding light, the sun’s reflection
Against the ice…The wind blew…but the
Bears only smiled little toothy grins and played.
They were too adorable, those baby polar bears!
She smiled and smiled so much that it
Caught Camlo’s eye.

“What makes you smile like that?” Camlo asked
With a grin himself.

She gestured for him to come look, “The little
White cubs…just look at them. Have you ever
Seen anything so sweet and tiny?”

Camlo stepped towards her, leaned over to peak…
He had to confess, “They are a smile to watch,
I admit it…I can see your enthusiasm.”

“I love the animals,” she kept smiling…then
Gently played with the wave of her hair that
Fell across her chest…”Those little cubs are adorable.”

Apollo sat silently behind them…eyeing their
Fascination…His mind was turning like the
Workings of a clock…Tempered by seeing the
Same things…The primitives of Earth…He’d
Studied them since they once walked grand
Cities of marble, stone bricks and mortar…
With giant gem stone and golden temples…
Complex ornate structures…artwork…and now,
Since the cataclysm…since the invasion…
Since the conquerors flayed the land and stole
The population for toys and food…The survivors
Had bred so recklessly…They had become
Malformed…degenerates…suffering primal
Instincts and rudimentary skills…They were
Barely more than animals…

He scowled…For all that had happened…
Ceres and the bears…The miracles of Mother
Nature…He held his chin deep in thought…

He studied his recordings…fast…
The lightning speed of what was, is and
Could be filled his mind…
Ceres…the animals…Camlo…The fauna…
The Earth…The humans that were barely there…
Thoughts of other worlds…
Evolution that was in fact manipulation…
Nothing ever changed the people, NOTHING…
But…could something change the people?
Could there dare to be a chance in action
That could affect people…for the better?

He was bored…He was anxious…
Ceres had unknowingly restored the Boy Apollo
Back to life…The man in him was the gamer…
The boy was the gambler…The differences?
The boy took chances…The man made sport.

He sat back in his chair…watched Ceres
And Camlo…in their uniforms…Those bland
Obedient pale blue uniforms…
He looked down at his then suddenly realized
The collar was too tight on his strong solid
Neck…So he opened it a bit…
It brought some relief…

He tilted his head…thinking, thinking, thinking…

Then, there was a sudden beep…he studied
The panel beside him…

“What is that sound?” Ceres turned and asked.

Apollo, wide-eyed, his mind racing…Thoughts
Wild and untamed…ravenous with ideas…then saw
The display read what it was…”It is a ship,”
He told them with a grin, “A ship of pilgrims
From the Seven Stars…Making their way
Across the system…looking for a new home.”

“Another one?” Ceres asked. “That’s what, the
Fifth one so recently…Why so many like this,
Is something happening on their homeworlds?”

Apollo studied the readings of the pilgrim
Ship…his grin became sly…his mind wilder…
Those pilgrims were so…proper…dignified…
Rigid…much like the confirming rules of
The Watchers…and this annoying blue uniform
He had to wear…

So then…as if by some daring boyish act, he
Stood up…with a comical grin…and stripped
Off his uniform until he was bare naked
Right there in front of them…

Ceres jaw dropped. “What are you doing?”

Camlo was so shocked he couldn’t say anything.

“I was uncomfortable.” Apollo said very
Plainly then tossed his uniform aside
And sat back down as though it were nothing
Unusual at all. “What?” he asked, no shame
What so ever.

“Has your mind gone somewhere?” Ceres said,
Her expression, her eyes squeezing to study his…
She gave no blush at all. “You are
Aware you have NOTHING ON!”

“Yes I know.” He said without care,
Resuming to study the pilgrim ship…
Intensely studying every detail about it…

“You have NOTHING ON!” Ceres repeated.

“Yes I know,” he only said, “I heard
You.” He read the fullest details of the
Pilgrim ship…Who were they? There were
Thousands of them on board…

Ceres walked slowly over to him, only briefly
Eyeing the bare skin of his muscled
Body…”You have NOTHING ON!”

“Ceres, you keep repeating that…Why?” He
Saw the readings of the ship…Their fuel…
Was somewhat low…

“Are you trying some scheme on me?” she
Asked standing beside him…waiting for a response.

Apollo started pressing buttons on his panel
Secretively…”I am not scheming anything
On you, Ceres. Honestly.”

“What are you playing?” Ceres insisted.

The beeping then grew louder. Then Apollo
Exclaimed, “Why, oh no…The Pilgrim ship
Is in distress! They have lost their fuel!”

She held her hips and stared at him
Suspiciously. “What are you doing? You did
Something!”

“Why would you think that?” Apollo said then
Finally looking her square in the eye. “We are
Watchers, what are we allowed to do…I am
Not permitted to do anything to this world!”

She squinted. “There is some plot in your eyes!”

“I am not plotting anything for Earth!” He
Insisted…then turned to his readings…”The
Pilgrim ship is heading for Earth…They will no
Doubt be searching for fuel…and to repair
Their vessel.”

Her eyes fluttered madly as she looked about
For some clue to what she was seeing…Had
All reason vanished? She eyed him through
The corner of her eye…”They lost their fuel…
By accident did they?”

“Somehow they did.” He answered her, studying
The ship…”I wonder who they are? What tribe,
Family or clan…The names vary…I wonder…”

“And you need to think this in your bare skin?”
She asked watching him…

“They are always exploring…seeking out new worlds…
A new home…to house and independently grow
Their own beliefs.” Apollo theorized aloud…He looked
Up and commanded the view screen, “Display
The Pilgrim ship approaching.” At once the ship
Was displayed…It was a large saucer shaped
Vessel…rather plain looking…”Do you recognize
The make of it?”

Ceres could not keep her mouth closed…His actions…
His entire manner…”Are you trying to torment me?”
She quickly turned to Camlo, “Do you see this?
He’s tormenting me, isn’t he? He is tormenting me
Like some lewd school boy!”

Camlo only shook his head…He could not speak…
The sight of Apollo sitting there…naked…so calmly…
And Ceres so vexed…Words were impossible!

Apollo studied the screen intensely…His thoughts…
He had seen many different star ships in his life. Honestly,
After a while they all began to look the same…
Geometric design…Polished…Shiny…Smooth…
The shapes varied with each race…This one bore
Nothing significant…nothing original…

He began to scan its interior…Approximately
10,000 humans on board…And they carried animals,
Plants of their world…Everything they needed to
Build a proper colony…another prim and rigid
Conformed world.

“Do you hear me?” Ceres asked, still stunned.

He was lost in thoughts, ideas…fantasies…
The pilgrims possessed a reasonable technology…
Even far superior to those that settled the Earth
Once…Interesting…He wondered what they
Would think of Earth, its natives…Hmm…

“Are you there?” Ceres persisted…She studied
The seriousness of his face…then followed his
Eyes to the view screen, then back to his face again.
“Apollo?”

He leaned forward and held his chin…staring
At the ship, then a smile very slowly spread across his
Face.

She could not believe her eyes…His face, that
Expression. “Say something…Your eyes, your ears…
Your voice, is it there? Have you suffered some
Internal trauma? Will you ever shave this
Insanity? Say something.”

“The Pilgrim ship is desperate,” he said quite calmly
Without looking at her, “They will be here
Shortly.”

“That is all you have to say…of THIS?” Ceres
Almost shouted. “The Pilgrim ship has forced you
To strip?”

“Are you bothered by something Ceres?” he asked,
Stretching and flexing his arms and shoulders.

Her jaw dropped…Her ears! His words! She took a
Step back, then spun once staring around the
Room as if by doing so it would find her reasons…
Then she saw his uniform laying on the floor
And grabbed it, and turned to him. “Could you
Please put brains back on?”

“That?” He said stiffly, flexing, stretching…
Yawning…all the while staring at the Pilgrim ship.
“Oh no I’m not putting that on again.”

“What?” she threw his uniform down hard.
“Never? You are joking! You are telling me you
Are to never to wear anything again?!”

“I did not say that.” Apollo said, leaning back
In his chair finally meeting her eyes. He cocked his
Eyebrow…”Is that all that you see? Does it
Bother you?”

“Does it bother me?” she arched her neck,
Her jaw…trying to control what she wanted to really
Say. “Is the sight of you…supposed to…what, have
Me swoon? Adore the Great Apollo, the handsome
Man…What should I say or think?” she spat.

“Great? Handsome?” He smiled with pride. “Why
Thank you, Ceres.”

She thought her chin would literally fall right to
The floor…All sense was GONE, ALL OF IT. “You
Are impossible. You are a vulgar, impossible BOY!”

“Vulgar?” he replied calmly…eyeing Camlo who was
Still stuck in silent shock. “Its completely natural…
Its not as though I am trying to seduce you.”

“Don’t flatter yourself,” she told him sternly. “A
Moment ago everything was fine.”

“Yes,” he thought out loud, “A moment ago…everything
Was different…Sometimes all it takes is a
Moment.”

Frustrated, she could only stand there and blink…
To find a word…To find a reason…It was
Impossible!

Just then there was a dull bell sounding
From the walls…Then Camlo was announcing
There was a transmission…from the capitol…
He looked worried, but announced “There
Is an incoming check-in…from Dorin…” He
Pressed a button…Then the view screen changed
To Dorin’s image…as he sat in his enormous
Office at the capitol back home…

The seconds weighed heavily…the moment
Measureless

Ceres faced the screen of Dorin, very dignified…
With only a slight smile as she awaited his
Reaction…and forthcoming reprimand of Apollo’s
Behavior.

“Greetings…” Dorin began nobly…with
A condescending tone that sharply ended in
Silence.

Apollo smiled with wicked eyes and a charming
Grin then stood up as tall as he could spread
His shoulders…so stiff and straight and tall
That every muscle in his body flexed.
“Greetings sir, how are you?”

Silence…

Ceres began to smile sarcastically…awaiting some
Harsh words exchanged…but nothing happened.
Just silence…Confused, she eyed everyone…
Camlo was still stunned…Apollo stood to her
Right just as bare and tall and proud as before…
But Dorin remained silent…no expression.
The silence was deafening. Was she still awake?

Apollo eyed the ever over zealous Dorin politely
But with concealed mischief…There was some
Invisible exchange going on…

Silence…

Ceres was about to greet their egotistic leader
When she noticed only the slightest trace of
Color on Dorin’s cheeks…He was flushed?

“Is everything alright there?” Dorin finally
Said…but it was like he had trouble talking…

“Yes sir,” Apollo said in a deep voice, “Everything
Is fine.”

“Well then,” Dorin said, “I will leave you for
Another time…” He stretched out the farewell
Then the screen fell blank…

He had done nothing!
Ceres slowly turned to Apollo…”Dorin blushed!”
It was slightly there but still he blushed!”

Apollo held his mischievous smile, “No, he
Couldn’t have.” He sat down slowly then
Resumed to study the Pilgrim ship…Inside he
Knew Dorin had sensed the vessel…but something
Else…blotted out all of his great mind.

Ceres reviewed what happened…”How did you
Do that?”

“Do what?” Apollo asked her…carefree and completely
Calm.

“That big giant head of his…” Ceres couldn’t
Finish the sentence…The notion seemed too
Impossible…but at the moment everything was.
She eyed Apollo…His casualness was insane!
“Fine,” she declared…”If this is how it is
How it is going to be…” Then she marched
Out of the room…To her quarters…

“You upset her.” Camlo said timidly.

“That was not my intention.” Apollo told him.

“I do not understand.” Camlo replied.

“What is there to question?” Apollo asked. “So
Many questions…Too many questions…If you
Simply watched and listened…You would not
Have to question anything.”

A few minutes later…Ceres reappeared…
Apollo caught the sound of her footsteps
And looked up…Then his jaw dropped…

Beaming…her eyes aglow with her own mischief
Ceres slowly strolled into the room wearing
This shimmering red dress…The bodice adorned
With gold and pink pearls and coral gemstones…
That supported and emphasized her curves
Perfectly…Her hour glass shape, the way she
Moved and walked…hips swaying…with
Curvy legs that strut…revealed by the long slit
Of the shiny silk-like length of dress as it
Bounced around her as though the air itself
Had woven a red cloth to play with…She was
A vision…

Holding her head up high as she could and walked passed
Him with a smile…She then took her seat
At the console and proceeded with her work
As usual…

He watched her, now he was stunned…”That
Is some dress.”

“My mother’s gift to me…”She said…
Not looking at him…as she played with
Her hair behind her neck…”I wanted to
Put on something more comfortable.”

“I can see that.” He told her. Still, the
Way she moved, even sitting there…her
Posture was unlike before…It’s like he was
Seeing her for the first time…Glamorous…
Royal…The princess he had imagined…
“If it makes you…comfortable…”

“It does.” She said.

“Then fine.” He replied.

“The Pilgrim ship…”Ceres said then…as she noticed
The signals; she too could monitor it at her panel.

“Ah yes.” Apollo had lost his thoughts…But he
Found it hard not to look at her…Wide-eyed
He shook his head…he leaned back in his
Chair…he curved his lip…played with his tongue
Inside his mouth…his mind fermented ideas…

Then he sat forward heavily…Deep
In thought…and leaned his elbow on his knee…
And became lost in thoughts…

She turned to his silence…Saw him sitting
There…pondering…”The Great Thinker.”

He laughed. “Perhaps one day I shall
Pose for a portrait or statue this way.”

“I am sure you will find a way to render
The idea possible.” She playfully teased him.
“Commemorate your moments of ideas.”

“It’s possible.” He said. “All artwork is
Inspired someway…for a purpose…”

“Oh yes,” she said, “I am sure everything you do
Require clues for eternity…”

He smiled…Then sighed…and watched her…his
Secret inspiration…”The Pilgrim ship,” he
Said to her…”Its here now…Passing over one
Of the lower continents. Oh no…”

“What is it?” she asked…

“Their lack of fuel will force them to land…”
He told her…

“As expected?” She went on…

“Yes, but…as for where,” he explained…”They
Have come across a primal native group…One
A bit different than the others…That commit
Human sacrifices…”

“What?!” Ceres spat in shock…”They do what?”

Apollo thought hard…What had he done?
“The Mayans are in the midst of some ritual blood
Ceremony…a sacrifice of a young girl…to their gods
Or whatever…The Pilgrim ship…They are witnessing it now…
This very moment.” He squeezed his eyes and sighed
In grief.

“That’s awful!” Ceres exclaimed…”Those savages,
They sacrifice their own people!?”

Apollo touched his brow…weary. “I can only
Imagine what such…spiritual space travelers
Must think of this…”

“And you brought them here!” Ceres shook her head.

“I did not confess that!” He told her.

“I’m sure.” She stood to her feet gritting her teeth and
Walked over to him; all sarcasm…”Your schemes…
The stones of the willful…fantasy-eyed playful Apollo…
They’re all true…now here you expose yourself…
(The words had very expansive meanings…obviously.)
What will you do? You must do…something.”

He thought for a moment… “I will have to go to them…
Go to them and see for myself who they are…and
What can be done of this.”

“What?!” Ceres shouted…but how could she be
Surprised…he was impossible! “Not like that you’re
Not!” She left the room quickly to grab a simple
White drape that hung outside the hallway…a frivolous
Decoration for a window, then brought it back to
Throw it over him, “Cover yourself with this
At least, for their sake, PLEASE!”

“Fine,” he weakly agreed, dragged it over
One shoulder to let it hang over him, then
Wrapped it around himself crudely to let the rest
Hang over his arm… “How is this?”

She groaned, “Somewhat better.”

“Let me adjust the time…” He pressed a few
Buttons…Then reached over to the armrest…
Where it opened to conceal a collection of crystals.
He grabbed one, “I shall use one of our telepath
Crystals to visit their dreams as they sleep
So as not to be obvious and find out the details
More closely for myself.”

“Now you wish to be less obvious?” Her eyes bulged.
“Now…? Oh I can not contain myself, I am
Going with you,” she then too snatched a crystal
From the box, “I have to see thins…if as well to
Assure that you follow some trace of
Good behavior!” Again…was that possible?

“Fine.” He sighed then smiled and shook
His head… “If it pleases you to accompany me…
To watch me…” His grin was more than playful.

“Dear Heaven,” she rolled her eyes… “Control
Your fantasies please!”

The Pilgrim ship…
Hovered over the continent known as South America…
They were a kind, simple people…Their Commander
Had ordered the descent to the lush green and blue
Planet to quietly find some resources of fuel…
Fair skinned…Tall and graceful, they were very
Spiritual people…leading very simple lives…Their
Quest like many others from their homeworld
Was only to found a new colony somewhere…
Where they could live in peace and quiet…but they
As all did knew to avoid this region of space…as
It had become annexed by the Dark Empire
Ages ago…But they were desperate and had to
Act…some mysterious fault had dislodged all of
Their fuel…Thus forcing them to make a brief
Run to this…Earth…to find what they could and
Then quickly leave…

Their immediate arrival to Earth was horrific…
They encountered a very primitive degenerate
Human species…in the midst of some revolting
Blood sacrifice to a supernatural force they
Regarded as a God…A presence that was in
Fact that of the Dark Empire’s evil patriots
From a non physical dimension…

They held a lot, refused to interfere…and scanned
For fuel sources of gold…copper…and tourmaline
Crystals that could be revised into energy…

That night…That first night…In the Commander’s
Bed chamber…as he and his wife slept…They
Were visited…seemingly in their dreams…

Bathed in ethereal light…The forms of a
Magnificent man and a flawlessly beautiful woman
Materialized at the foot of the Commander’s bed…

“Hello there…” The Celestial Man called to
The Commander…scaring he and his wife awake…

The Commander, a tall blond bearded man of
Seasoned age sat up and wild eyed to the dreamy
Visitors…Stunned, he shook his wife then awake…
Then she, a tall fair and pretty golden haired
Woman of seasoned age sat up…saw the visitors
And clung to her husband in fear…Who, what
Were they witnessing?

“Don’t be afraid,” the specter in the robe told
Them… “I am only here to greet you.” He
Watched their faces closely…They were indeed…
Innocent of mind…And while they did possess
Some psychic gifts…They could not at all match
Apollo’s abilities ever. “Who are you to
This world of ours?”

Ceres eyed Apollo closely.

“We are the Elvar,” the Commander told the
Specter…in awe and fascination. “The
Elvar of Pelos…And you, may I ask are?”

“I am Apollo, the Great Lord of Earth.”

Ceres jaw dropped as she watched him. She said
Nothing…just stared in shock.

“Pelos?” Apollo asked… “I know of all
The stars in Heaven…That name escapes
Me. Where is it?”

“A crowded star system,” the Commander
Told him… “Some call it the Seven Sisters…
As it was colonized by seven vessels from
Our true distant homeworld that was
Destroyed ages ago.”

“Ah…” Apollo said. “I see. The Ancestral
Human Home World that fell to the Dark Empire.”

“Yes…” The Commander said in awe… “Apollo, sir…
Are you spirit, a spirit of Earth? Some sort of
Guardian? Or are you more than that?”

“More or less that is what I am…” Apollo
Only revealed.

“What?” the Commander said, looking at his
Wife…She was too timid to speak. “I don’t—“

Apollo thought hard. “What is your name…
Your tongue…Your family line?”

The Commander was shocked to be asked
Such things by a spirit… “I command our ship…
My name is El’Adan…this is my wife El’Lena…
Our tongue is the Elvar…On Pelos, we
Are of the House of El…Of the Danu…
But my ship carries colonists from the houses
Of M and O…such as M’Jan, my First Officer…
O’Tel, my Second…The tribes and clans of
The Tuatha…and the Ruatha…The Royals
And the Great Builders of All Things.”

“Ah, oh really?” Apollo asked… “Did you say
The Danu? My Ceres is
A great Goddess of the Danu…Her father
Was the greatest king of the Danu ura…From
The 1st home of all humans.”

“How dare you!” Ceres whispered. “How could
You say that to him?! The rash nerve that
You have!”

“Goddess Ceres of the Danu?” El’Adan asked.
“The 1st home?!” He and his wife looked at
Each other shocked…stunned... “Leah, Leahndar?”

“Yes,” Apollo told them, “That is where she is
From.”

Ceres thought she might explode with rage.

“By the Heavens, this gift!” El’Adan exclaimed.
“There are only legends of our ancient home…
The Great King Markan…He married the 7
Sisters…who birthed him the 25 children…
Angels spared them from destruction by
Hiding them in space…and time…The legends—“

“Yes, we know them…” Apollo said as if
Bored… “Let me ask you…Please…stay
With us on this Earth a while…But ignore
The natives you have seen this day…They are
Deeply tormented by ritualistic beliefs…We
Are in the process of fighting evil on
This Earth…The Dark Empire…I would
Appreciate your cooperation by helping us…”

“Of course Lord Apollo,” El’Adan said…
“How could we help you?”

“Dear God!” Ceres whispered harshly… “Does
Your ego know no end?! What are you doing?”

Apollo looked firm and noble… “Go to the
Lands of the North East of here…You will
Find the Emerald Isles…Islands of
Rolling hills and lush meadows…much like
The worlds you once called home…Hide
Amongst the natives there…Stay a while…
Rebuild your fuel supplies…Then I will
Visit you again…I would just like your
Opinions on things. Go now…I will see you
Again.” Then he and Ceres vanished…

With fevered excitement…at daybreak
Commander El’Adan took the ship exactly
Where Lord Apollo told him…There they
Landed in a forest of rolling hills and meadows…
It was exactly as Apollo had told him…Just
Like their old home.

Immediately back at the ship…Ceres
Tore into Apollo’s attitude… “How could you
Say that to them?” She yelled. “Those
Simple people! You just built yourself into a
God to them!”

“And you their Goddess,” he smiled at her
As he sat in the Captain’s chair, “You are
Of the Danu…aren’t you?”

“You are impossible!”

And so it went…The torrents of time…
Moments, minutes, hours to Ceres and Apollo…
Months to the Elvar of the Danu, the Tuatha
Of the Dannon…and the Ruatha…

Hidden in the wood from the local natives…
They watched as they were asked…and awaited
Another visit from the Celestial Apollo and his
Goddess…Little did they know that there
Was not much difference between them all…
Save for the time…The technology…
The secrets of experience…

But for the local primitive natives it
Was very different…

To them…And their primal minds of survival,
The clothes of animal skin they wove…and
The way they lived…To them they had seen
A great falling star come…And they saw
Glimpses of ethereal beings in the woods…
Watching them…stories around campfires
Were born…Rumors…Fantasies…

And the locals were very ruddy, and war-like…
Always fighting…wisdom was found in
Strength and providing food and shelter…life
Was cruel…Beliefs were simple…God was a
Dream…and evil was everywhere…in their
Daily lives and nightmares…Fear made them
Fight for simple things…Sex made them
Savage…And they fought in clans over
These things constantly…Territories were
Essential to survive…And the best held the
Best hunting…The weak fed the strong…
Women were servants, as were children…
The only legacy that existed was a
Short desperate hard life…then death…

To the Elvar what they saw was abominable…
They did not regard the natives of Earth as
Humans at all…There was no self control
Or kindness or value of life…
But then…How did a superior race compare?

The on one cold rainy night…
There had been a terrible battle that day
Between tribes…one that left many dead…
They had fought with clubs and crudely
Forged swords and knives…Blood soaked the
Woods and streams…it was awful…

Against her father’s orders…A young fair
Daughter of El’Adan…EL’Miren was her name
Had ridden with her friends through the woods
On their one-horned horse-kke steeds…to find
Local plant life for study…As twilight fell…
And the locals had retreated to their campfires,
Huts and shelters…
El’Miren and her friends stumbled upon
The gruesome battlefield remains of bodies…
On a small stony river…
Shocked…They had never seen anything
Like it before…They, in their fine hooded
Cloaks…left their steeds to study the bodies…
They were horrified…
How could such brutal things exist?

Then she found him draped over a large rock
Barely breathing…This savage…near death…
EL’Miren touched his back then he rolled
Over hard to the ground…
What a scene…she in her pale ivory cloak…
And he in his bloody deerskin…
“What is it?” Her friend EL’Jin asked, a fair
Young red-headed girl.

“I,” EL’Miren struggled with the words…the sight
Of his face…There was something there…beneath
The beard and tawny skin… “I think it’s a man.”

“That thing is a man?” Her friend EL’Den
Asked, a young man with similar features
And amber colored hair.

EL’Miren thought long and hard…
She saw him struggle for breath…his throat
Had been torn open…yet he lived…somehow.

Her gentle nature…the terrible scene...she
Couldn’t let him die like that…something
Moved her. So she convinced her friends to
Help her carry him home…to their ship…
Where secretly she hid him…nursed him…

There she washed his wounds…cleaned his
Skin…like she might some hurt animal…
Against her friends wishes she did this…
But as she cleaned him up…
Beneath the dirt and blood and scabs
And matted hair…and beard that she shaved
Off…What she found was not an animal…
But a man…a very tortured abused man.
Who was in fact about her age.

She and her two friends were shocked…
More and more each day as they nursed
Him…healed him…until one day he spoke…

Garbled brute words came from his mouth…
They couldn’t understand…
EL’Miren took a crystal…held it
To his temple…
“Can you understand me?” she asked.

“Am I dead?” He asked… “Has God taken me?”

“No,” she told him sweetly, “You are alive. We
Found you by the river…”

“You are not spirits of the afterlife?” He
Asked, eyes wide…scared…

“He is an idiot!” EL’Den said. “He thinks this
Is Heaven…The fool can’t even think.”

EL’Miren scowled at her temperamental arrogant
Friend. “No, you’re alive. We nursed you…I
Nursed you back to health…”
She watched his face as he began to cry…
His eyes, his tears…moved her so…
“I must be punished…to live?”
She gasped…sensing his thoughts…
He was aware more than they knew…
Life was agony to him…
Death was but some sweet reward…
A dream he hoped for…it made her cry.

“He’s an idiot, an animal.” EL’Den said.

“Does an animal cry?” EL’Miren asked…
Watching him…her eyes, his eyes… “Does
An animal pray for death to save themself
From a life they despise? He wants to die…”

“Why?” Her friends asked…they could not
Understand…The savages fought constantly…
There was no reason in them…They killed
As if life had no meaning…Blood was in their
Daily lives…why would this one seek death?

“Don’t you want to live?” EL’Miren asked him.

He looked at her, at them…he’d never seen
Such beautiful people…The room…The bed…
The place he laid upon…he could not
Understand the grandeur…
He could not answer her…

“What is your name?” She asked…

“Togarth…” He told her, “Son of Chief Grufton.”

And from there it only grew…
Words became talks that became lessons…
Lessons that became knowledge…
And then virtue…
She exposed him to a world beyond his own,
And he embraced it and learned…

Her friends became scared by this transformation
And fled…they didn’t know what to do…
As EL’Miren and Togarth grew closer…
Until the beauty that he beheld
With her golden locks and heavenly eyes
Gave him a heart…he had to love…

And from that love…came a child…
A baby boy…
But when her father learned of this,
Of this secret she kept…he became enraged…
That his prized precious daughter
Could lay with such a savage…an animal?
He tossed the young man out…
And the child…and condemned his
Daughter for what she had done…
Consorting with a lower life…

The Elvar expelled Togarth back into
The primal woods from whence he came…
With a tiny baby under his arms…
But when he tried to return home to
His people…They could not…
Would not recognize him…
And began a ceremony of judgement…
They said he had been bewitched by
The forest spirits…and had to vote with
Tribal elders on what to do.

Back on the ship…
Ceres and Apollo watched the entire
Thing…Apollo was disappointed…he had
Thought more of the Elvar than that…

But Ceres became enraged…
“This is not, IS NOT, ending this way!”
She declared.

“What can we do?” Apollo asked confused.

“What can we do?” She asked…His
Way of thinking amazed her…For all of
His scheming…now he was absent of ideas?
“Why must I be the one to resolve things
With any common sense at all?”

“What?” He only asked.

“Follow me,” Ceres instructed…That icy blue
Rage filling her eyes… “We are going to pay a
Little visit to the locals and then Elvar…”

First…they went to Togarth’s village…
The winds blew and lightening filled the sky…
Thunder…Ceres and Apollo appeared…
She spoke…They listened…
The village was dumbstruck…terror filled
Their eyes…
As Ceres commanded their attention with
The rage of a Mother Bear…
In a language they knew…She told them…
“If you harm that baby, that young
Man…you’re dead…I will turn all of
Nature against you…Do you understand?”

There was no argument…It was fast, simple…
She had them scared to death…
Their simple minds had never seen
Anything like it…To them it was
And act of God…

Next to the Elvar…In similar fashion…
Before an assembly of all the nobility and
Military regiment…Ceres and Apollo
Appeared to the masses…Her anger merciless
This time…
“You,” she told the commander, “You call
Yourself, yourselves an advanced race…
Yet you commit the greatest crime…By
Pride because your precious daughter lay
With what you call an animal? Ha!
You are superior…superior in acts of
Stupidity! This Grand position you make
For yourselves…Pilgrims of the Stars…
Consider better values…
This, a message I send to ALL above
And beyond that consider themselves
Higher Beings…
Life is not something you toy with,
Especially a child’s life…
No advanced race pardons themselves
Beyond others…
They TEACH others…
So that others can learn and too follow
And grow with less pain than they suffer…
That is how it should be…

Now I tell you this…
Teach them lf this world…your knowledge
So they can grow too…
And you make sure that baby has a
Good life…for he is of your blood…
And you can base that responsibility now.

If you fail to do this…I will see
To it that you never leave this world EVER.”

Then Ceres and Apollo returned to the ship.
Upon which they were met by a very
Troubled transmission from Dorin…
He had heard of their behavior
Then put the ship on lock down…

“Do you two not know what not
Interfere means?” He taunted then
Punished them…To watch in silence
What was done…what was to come…
The result of their actions…
To watch and not do anything…

“So this is how you came here?” I asked
Them… “To this point?”

“Yes.” Varence confessed… “But the
Elvar left eventually…after leaving
Their mysterious marks around the world.”

“His scheme was to generate humans to
Advance on Earth…” Ceres said…

“The riddles and connections lay
Therin…” Varence said… “Ties to the
Stars…Your brothers and sisters…”

“But what about Togarth and EL’Miren
And the baby?” I asked.

“That was the happy ending,” Ceres
Smiled… “She came back for him…The
Baby grew up and stayed…But Togarth
Went with her to the Stars…”

“And so it was, and is…” Varence smiled…
“That to their descendents…to their Star
Seeds they return…to visit and come for…
To this day…and that My Friend is your
Worlds hope for the future…Do you
Understand now?”

There is still more to come…

Valiant.




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Knock Knock…The Bell Tolls…The Ancient Pilgrims from the Stars…
Valiant -- Thursday, 21-Jan-2016 13:55:23
When I read this I had feelings of deja vu to the inth degree
Rayelan -- Saturday, 23-Jan-2016 04:30:29
Togarth and EL’Miren must come back one day???
igots2no -- Sunday, 24-Jan-2016 22:13:41

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