XX
Nzrael
Relentless poisons feed this journey into Nzrael. Blue pristine ocean waves of the Alun glimmer and reflect the sunlight of Solam. The journey ends as the battle begins on this hardened mistreated ground.Penetrating and intense sunlight leaves only blurred outlines of the rugged bare Xsian Mountains.
The primitive desert landscape of Nzrael shows no relief. The journey is a trial across the coarse burning sands in hot swealtering air. Each grain of sand on this barren seacoast sticks to my skin. Aggravating slanting rays of the sharp sunlight slays my squinting eyes. I examine every jagged silhouettes of the mountains for my path to Xsian.
The pure blue of the ocean vanishes from sight and night approaches quickly. Desolation colors the bleak and wretched conditions of a relentless reminder of the static abuse of the Xsian desert and the distance plains of Almzion.
Mt. Selv, the mountain of madness, casts its shadow with sole dominion on the horizon. Not a tree to offer shade in the entire land. The mysterious sacrificial rites of the cruel and bitter Isivaens force dangerous premonitions and vibrations in my every bone. Paranoid dreams, thousands of eyes behind primordial rocks follow my movements.
Dread enters each passing breath in the tortous climb to the highest cliff. Abrupt declines into dark snarled troughs only rise again on an endless trek of torture. To a lower ridge edge notched and jagged with crags like fangs I stand out like a black mote against the ominous red light. In the great brutal distance rising smoke emits from the edge of the horizon.
Beyond the widening lake of desert huge columns of swirling smoke, dusky red at the roots, rise from the burning glow in the great distance. Smoke and embers merge into the billowing vacuous canopy of blackness above the accursed land of Nzrael.
The volcanic fires of Mt. Gorrh rise above the shadows across the Plains of Almzion. Mt. Gorrh’s ashen cone expels clouds from its bowels foretelling a primeval power of brimstone. Reddish flashes venture into the stark rock faces of the mountain discharged into the somber sky by the molten anger bolts of malice.
Suspended and restless I must find safety. A cave passage would shelter me in the canyon of Xsian. Fierce desert heat is too much to endure during full sunlight. From the top of the ridge I see down into the canyon. My path traveled east and downward getting hotter with each step inland. When alone silence is like a wound that does not heal, a blister that burns, and a paced marching of anxious feet. Mountains rising dark and rugged bring back the dreadful realization of the eyes of a hunter being hunted.
Cold sweat of raucous florid blood runs fast through my body slipping nerveless sliding down into numbness into a black hole of captured fear. Steep inclines lead to sheer precipices yet I sink into the dust cover with a thud and come to rest, void numb and disabled by the lesson of this trek. Insurmountable mountains rise with the darkness of night. My impoverished body rests and awaits energy in silence.
Broken silence by grinding voices and iron-shod feet upon the road below in the darkness. Hide and rest in a secret place, keep out of harm until the sun’s return to lighten up the scene.
Xsian is defended by the Xzars, powerful mutated Isivaens who are prone to be brutal and vicious. It is impossible to reach the city by going anywhere but through the secret entrance. Be aware they will eat your very bones and devour your fear like candy.
The dry river bed was below and I scrambled down to it. Much to my surprise I found some life here upon this dry bed. It is a dying land but not all was dead. Here some things still grew, harsh twisted, bitter, struggling for life.
In the edges within the shade some coarse grey grasses fought with stones and withered mosses crawled on them. Here nameless brambles sprawled, tangled brownish bushes pointed out long stabbing thorns. Their hooked barbs cut me like tiny knives.
Sullen shrivelled leaves of a past year hung on them, grating and rattling in the sad airs. Dried buds frozen open gasping for life that will never be. Large aggressive flies, grey and black buzzed over a decayed small corpse of a canyon rat.
Through this canyon my secrecy was held while my thoughts mingled loathing with wonder on this hateful land forgetting all but my mission.
Zobrin commanded me to look for a secret entrance into the underground city of Xsian. To follow and find Zadir.
Behind reddish rocks voiding the open view from above I follow a higher trail along the canyon’s wall. The high route is impassable and forces the path to back track down into deadly ravines filled with poisonous thickets with dead branches.
Voices, mumors, echos, whispers hit my senses and my pulse accelerates. Under cover, stooped over, breathlessly quiet, loud footsteps of Xzar guards in the hunt. Tracking and hunting two shadowy figures approach.
There’s not a trace left, the larger one snarled.
These creatures tracking me have lost the trail in the stones and thickets.
Ur Ngad enah Vgat! one cursed in the crude native language.
They argued on still within sight probing and hunting through the canyon.
Walk in the shadows. The Zobrin told me this again and again. I sat in silence for a long time and then heard some faster footsteps rumbling through the canyon. More than 20 Xzars hunters in a great hurry.
The pathless darkness of Nzrael provided both danger and protection. Slowly, stumbling over unforgiving stones hour by hour onward along the eastern edge of the strangled canyon. Grey light crept back over the western heights. The day opened up as I plodded along through the evaporating night. Distance passed. Moving, wearily stumbling, trudging with a brief halts.
Hints of grey light under the skirts of the canopy of shadows I hid again in the dark hollow under an overhanging stone. Slowly the light grew, until it was clear before me. My solitary figure walks across this plain in timeless twilight. I am followed by no one yet the eyes of the unseen watch and wait for me as destiny reaches down. The darkened son has found the path of evil.
A dirty hole under a rock covered by a dying thicket provided hiding. I allowed myself sleep. Look for the wall with lines pointing towards the sky. I could remember clearly how Zobrin described the wall and there it lies before me I began to see it.
High upon eroded cliffs through the canyons of Xsian I scanned for the entrance. The Desin River carved this jagged course for millions of years. My uphill long trek is cut with pain and hunger on every step. Anxiously, I see how alone I am here. In need. Time is moving, I must find it quickly. I fear desperation, defeat, and my adversary at the end of this course.
Zyan give me strength, guide my path, defeat will be my guide no longer.
Will force alone drives the resolution to continue. In new found strength I picked up my stride to finish my destiny. Over the dry river bed long settled and undisturbed dust raises off my feet. In the shadows in the barrren and strange rocks scorching heat forces me to find cover.
I will face these people, the Isivaens. They are dangerously evil. They are mutated from our race. I trespass here and face the schism and separation from my home.
Restful dreams of what was, Islands and waters of the Ocean, memories of a pleasant seasons and ease me into sleep from the trials of this desolation. Awakened as sweat rolls off off my forehead and drops upon the rock disappearing as I watch through bleary eyes. It is like a drop of the ocean hitting the sun and disappearing never to be known as water again.
Silent burning sands fill the river bed of the Desin. I must cross them in open sight to reach the cave of entrance. White blazing sunlight burns the sands, melting the horizon into a disfigured haze and grey sky. Relentless heat and light burn the infinite sand to pure white crystals. Burning sands of endless uninhabitable stretches of sand, heat and sky tell me why life is underground. The Isivaens never venture away from the protection of the caves within the rocks of Selv. The Xzars have been forced to search in the furnance of the daylight.
This barren burning ground listens to footsteps etched in the pain, crossing this hell, on a mission to end hatred, to overcome fear. Each step into the burning ground brings more pain, more desire for water, more hope for death. No one knows the burning sands or will ever overcome them.
I feel the power of the red Noen, Aedr. Zadir knows it calls me here for the Hyrayarch. Unrelenting obstacles face each movement in each moment. My eyes grimace at the brightness, my skin is oppressed by unending heat. My heart hums within me, holding me to the tune of destiny. On the border line of shadow and light if I die upon the burning sands then I am gone into Zyan. If I become the nothing and lose this life and experience the face of defeat. I must return after facing the dark one.
Zyan relieve my thirst, this unquenchable thirst of the desert, the undeniable hunger, my everlasting desire. Zyan bring to me the cool waters sustaining waters. Flourish in its pure nourishment, Fill my being with its sacred life energy. Thirst, for serenity, for peace, for the liquid nourishing water. Delusions, visions and fantasies bring nature’s love to truth, the thirst of life for life.
Need turns to desire and brings pain. Pain slashes my heart and I cry out tears of inner oceans upon the seething burning sands under the flaming sun.
Desert stones freeze in the night and crack and turn to sand during the day. Hot winds blow harshly during the day and resentment freezes in the still cold of the night to the summon life from broken skeletons of lifeless bodies. Eternally the cycle continues in a land without clouds or rain.
The desolate Xsian desert of Nzrael sends a desperate fear stealing the will of the strongest soul. Barren landscapes of unending despair of the Plains of Almzion brings defeat to hope.
My body is tormented by the ravages of nature. I accept the strength and finally start to realize I hold an ancient power within my heart and I am a servant and not the master.
Learning to follow a higher path I never saw or knew existed has been my journey. Faces of friends and enemies all look into the mirror of Soan. I have been the master, but the hunted hunter now as I know suffering approaches. Each power is strong in time and then weak in time. I have seen but not achieved. If these are not my obstacles then I am the obstacle.
Momentary reflection found this thought provoked by tribulation of this struggle. Zyan call for my return. Bring me into accord with your plans and let your will guide my path and desire.
Searching for a cave hidden behind the boulders above the river bed, the sun is culminating in Nzrael’s colorless sky. I keep searching.
The rocks were washed smooth by the waters of another era, here I remember the prophecy; the searcher is begged to go. There is a cave, there is a reason for the search, the jewel it is within.
Disoriented, hot, thirsty, eyes blurred by constant flares from light reflecting off the large sleek rocks the Solam beats down persistenting on the burning sands. Higher up the walls of the cliffs I look for an opening.
Am I lost, mistaken, insane?
Dread walks alone in the shadows of doubt.
The cave is hidden under water of long ago amongst the oldest stones polished by the wind, sun and time, the words of Zobrin echo in my head, The cave is hidden and and will not be found at first.
In the shade of a giant boulder repossessing strength I dream of rest but no rest comes, I hear voices, I am chased, I awake unsteady and recoil in a daze. I see the last drops of water from my canister somehow opened overturns. I watch my life disappear with the water as it falls upon broken stones evaporating instantly into the dry air.
Alert again and empty of nourishment I must climb the wall. Over the boulders I reached the face of the cliff. The etchings catch my sight, a mark was carved into the rock. Intense heat forced me to concentrate my vision as I scanned further up the cliff face and found another mark.
When the marker is found and the scratches on the wall then the ascension begins and you will be in more danger, Remembering the words of Zobrin, Twenty steps above me an opening just above a crevase.
The heat beats upon my feverish body upon the impossible climb to the entrance. A smooth rock face for fifteen steps, then a crack begins and widens. I studied the stone face, looking for unseen holds. Slowly up the wall, carefully, my heart quickens, standing on the smallest edges. A slip would drop my body into the boulders below.
Small cracks hold my fingers ten steps above the boulders. Doubt seeps into my muscles, hesitation enters my mind, no further holds are to be found. Five steps below the entrance to the cave. Nowhere to go. Hair blew across my sweating face sticking in my eyes. The rocks pumped heat into my body and my palms were wet with the sweat of terror. My feet began to slip from the anchor, No! I can’t hold on. Frantically, I move sideways, climb higher, There is no way down. No way down. I slip again but claw my fingers into the the glassy rock, trying to stop my fall.
A sharp edge cut my right hand splitting it and sending blood spurting over the bleached rocks and into my face. Slipping into to timeless spasms scrambling on the wall of rock, bleeding and aching I fall into space, spinning around helplessly downward pulled by the force of gravity. Hitting into a smaller stones my body fractures becoming a blanket to the smaller stones of the river bed below.
Unconsciousness commanded my mind laying under a shaded rock. Lost in a coma of forced sleep the blackness of the shadows did not awaken me until the sun’s motion pierced my protection from the heat. Unbearable pain broke through with the light of the sun. I laid in a sweating agony as my body grew hotter and hotter. Unable to move until I regained my senses slowly. Pulling my irritated indigent body of bones across the coarse hot sand sand and rocks I found more shade to rest under.
My right hand was deeply cut and the movement opened up the wound Blood trickle out in a painful reminder of the fall. In the scorching heat I reached my pack and retrieved a bandage sealing the wound on my hand.
The empty water bottle was light and I have never wanted water more than now. My mouth cracked with every movement as I struggled for a shallow breath panting from the agony within my ribs. The killing fall awakened my spirit to sober existence. I have fallen yet I rise again. Death is not my destiny or the fall would have killed me.
Jolting back from sharp pain in my back and pushing my body up against the rock I stood up above the ground. I placed weight on my left leg and it did not feel broken, just twisted and bruised. In the shade of the steep canyon wall stopping I moved around and tighten my boots figuring this would help my recovery. Recuperating quickly I took in a deep breath to bring me back into full consciousness. The sun was unmerciful and scorched me into the barren rock landscape. I knew I must make for the relief of the caves or I would surely die.
I looked up again knowing full well that this was the cave I would have to enter to go through the canyon and into the city of Xsian. How did I ever find myself here. Zadir, the betrayer would surely pay for this when I catch up with him.
Examining my path to the cave entrance I saw if I went back towards the opposite direction along this crevice I could go above the opening and then return along that ridge. Feeling a new fluid of energy run through my body come from my fight for survival I swiftly ascended along the ridge. A thin ridge ran along above the cave opening and I could move very close to it with a steady and controlled balanced movement. The Black opening that I knew was the cave was now much closer but down to the left.
A crevice from the opening ran a body’s length below before becoming eclipsed by an outcropping. The pain in my hand was dull but throbbing and it colored my concentration.
I cannot stay here in the open too long.
The Xzars would see my effort. My balance and energy will not last. I need to switch my left foot to where my right is and jump below on the narrow spot. If I fail this time it will be my death on the rocks below. I pushed my body away from the wall and moved my feet and jumped across the precipice. I landed steady, cat-like on the flat portion of the boulder. My resolve was strengthened, I had made it. Now to move over with my left foot against a minute dish in the rock and pinch my fingers together to hold on to the seam and pull my right foot upward on a nut sized projection.
My precarious position forced intense unbroken concentration. There are no more stable ledges or thimble sized holes for a stance. I am slipping again. I reached up and pushed off reaching up for the cave’s ledge above.
I jammed my right, injured fist into the widest opening of the crack and felt sharp pains rivet my body. I hung there helpless for a moment but immobilized against a fall. My entire weight hung on my raw bleeding wrist, but I did not fall.
Air slammed outward from my lungs in gnashing pain. Hesitating to catch a quick shallow breath in fear of losing this grip I scraped my shoes against the slick wall grasping a foothold to push my body up the side. I reached a small point in the rock and pushed up and it relieved the pain of my right arm for a second.
My left hand grabbed the top of a rock above my right hand. I shifted my weight and was able to get my right foot up and placed it into the spot where my right fist held me. Pulling with my right leg I reached the cave entrance in a contorted jerking motion. My right hand was in numb shock stuck in the rocks. I jerked it free unmercifully bleeding and aching with burning pain.
The climb of another step was direct and easy, simply clambering over the rough edges up to the cave floor. My right arm was useless, I let it hang limp, but used my elbow and shoulder, bracing and balancing my movements.
In shock, relief, and pain a cool wind from inside the cave washed my sweat body. I wiped my brow with my left hand and tasted the salty fluid trying to relieve my dry cracking mouth. Nauseous misery did not lessen my triumph and I moved further into the shaded coolness of the entrance to the land of shadows.
Exhaustion brought me to the cold sandy floor and I looked back down over the canyon with my mind going blank. The still quiet of the cave paralyzed my will. I passed in and out of a dream state, hearing voices and seeing images. I could not discern what is real or what is false. I awoke in confused pain and remembered. I remembered everything all to well. In the deadened memories of past visions overtook my hallucinating consciousness.
The image of the Sanctuary and the Hyrayarch. I saw Zonh the Arhala dressed in his purple and white robes standing at the podium. I sensed overwhelming power in his eyes in holding the vision of strength. Help me achieve my purpose.
Drifting deeper into transience subconsciousness the excavation is a memory, the discoveries being brought out. Enchanted in excitement my mind falls upon the face of Zadir. Greed rise up out his heart like a black cloud. From the vaults of the Sanctuary, before the eyes of the Hyrayarch and in against the Code of Votars he has stolen the Red Noen, the Aedr. The fall from honor to the path of greed is where Zadir has gone. I am the one in search.
You are full of stupidity and arrogance. I am better than you in every way, I deserve the power. His words are filled with deep wounds of pain. He is confronted and faced with his treachery. Why am I the one left to find him and bring this justice?
Zobrin speaks to the room full of Votars. How could this be that I am seeing this. The Votars are scattered, disbanded by the Government. Time is disintegrating in this lucid dream. Where I am, what am I doing and feeling.
Each of you who will follow a separate path and must go willingly and have become more powerful. Hold discipline and power inviolate. I hear Zobrin’s voice to the Votars on the final missions. Zobrin’s emanations strengthen in an ethereal imagery. The power of being a Votars inspired each to their duty to hold to truth and to always speak it. His voice was developed and I listened through the symbolic forms as they represented to us the code of the Votar;
To stand strong
To bring order
To reach power
To lift will upward
To steady the light
To know purpose
To fulfill, Surmount, Reveal, and Lead
A square becomes a strong platform covering all forms. Then a circle encompasses this square within it. A triangle forms pointing upward beyond it all. The final image is a large outer circle turing into an ellipse moving upward and outward around all the symbols.
In this presentation I heard Zobrin speak of the rules. I was there and I looked about and saw that the entire staff and body of companions were in the room and conscious. Zobrin looked at me and saw me discern this timelessness.
It is through the VOT system that you are being activated to understand the perception of linear time changes. In each moment find yourself and find the distinctions of other moments. Associate the experiences of yourself back and forth in a timeless VOT matrix.
Find the power to stand strong in the face of fear. You are not alone. Through your vibration and frequency of your mind we are watching.
In each experience of the moment of time that you are willing to let go of you will begin to control and accept your power. You are a Votar.
There are 15 rules of the Votar. Six are on the mental plane five on the desire plane and four on the physical plane.
Recollection, resulting in mental concentration
Response, resulting in emotional interaction
Radiation, resulting in a speaking forth.
Respiration, resulting in creation.
Re-union, resulting in the atonement.
Re-orientation, resulting in a clear vision of the Plan.

The rush of information was powerful and I was unaware of where I was, I found myself resting against a rock and thinking I am dreaming of being at the Hyrayarch and going through training. Now I feel like I am in the training and remembering a dream I was having.
In the techtonics systems of Vot technology you will undergo radical time space shifts in consciousness. Pure mental transference of thought and power into the mechanism of the VOT. You will find that your mind will be transformed and you will sense a genetic change in your structure. It will happen in a time frame but this will be unknown until you find yourself within a new consciousness and power. Power centers within the neroassociative transmitters at every matrix point on the body of the Votar becomes a thinking unit. The flight suit will be coordinated within you as you begin to resonate on your own to a new learned level of communication.
In consciousness I am in this room. I remember. I am not in the dream, but creating the dream. I am right now in this thought and I know I am here in Nzrael. I am here to uncover and find Zadir and bring the Aedr back to the Hyrayarch. Dream, reality or a vision this is reality, the thought dimension.
A darkness brings a moment of doubt. Suffering in pain brings the dread of deception. Displaced into a vile unfinished experience filled with pain, I see struggle, and find myself alone in a cave on Nzrael. There is more than this vision for all these things are real and I know them all within my awareness of my own presence.
Rysa, hear my voice and look up. Zobrin is speaking directly into my consciousness. I am with him in on the 4th level of the Hyrayarch.
Focus as a Votar.
A Votar is within all levels of consciousness.
Within the planes of dual forces there are always differing paths and forces. The Votar stays on his path and holds vital power between the vibrating magnetic poles of choice.
I listen but feel the pain of my awareness, I cannot speak, paralyzed within and between teh dimensions.
In operating within the triple matrix there is no limit to what the VOT can do only what our best Votar can, Rysa remember these words and your power will be strong in all dimensions. Zobrin said. The VOT challenges the Votar to learn and control his will in an effort to take the system to a higher level. You are on the higher level, your intelligence is being tested, your will is being forged and your wisdom is being accepted. Follow the path of the return to Zyan. Break through time and you will find Perisana.
I was in shock at my consciousness for I was not really there although his voice seemed real and the thoughts new. I continued to see and hear him speak to me and the rest of the body of Votars.
The VOT functions as an undivided connection within the light vitality of the Votar. The VOT becomes a living entity within the framework of the mind of the Votar. The extension of man to machine is made by the process of electromagnetic thought fusion through a quantum activation of time space curvature.
The actual mechanism used to synchronize the VOT is the genetic strands of photons connected by a series of conductive electron translators that are unified in a synthetic series controlled by thought.
The flight suit is fitted upon every meridian and neuro transmitter by microscopic sensors to achieve perfect neurochemical thought transference. When the proper mental impulses are raised a vibratory synthetic fusion interplays within the force of your thought and the transition from neurochemical to achromatonic revelators bring about an actual evolution of physical cell technology.
The internal spiral helix of the physical body has served as an inhibitor. The VOT is allowing the reconstruction of the accessing of the system harmonic synthesizing computer within the life essence.
The force of thought within the sub-atomic quantum probabilities activate the gravicyclotronic internal biological synthesizers and this accelerates enormous unlimited power. The VOT is the physical enhancement of your own power.
This is the path of the Votar, Zobrin said in a causal voice
His narration of the presentation ceased and my mind is fogged as I lay here in darkness I hear voices and feel the coolness of the cave wash sweat from my forehead.

With a blurred consciousness I awoke relieved, but aching, stiff, sore, and so very thirsty. Knowing I must venture inward into this cave I take on the responsibility to go forward. How did Zadir arrive here. He came by force directly into the City of Xsian. I cannot do this. Zobrin made that very clear. The Aedr holds much power and Zadir is the pawn of the XAXA.
My ankle ached and my legs responded slowly. I rose by pushing off with my left arm as my other was useless. A dim diffused light in the cave beckoned me within under the rock ceiling overhead.
Unalterably forward the ominous calling of my fate drug me past the parallel rock formations in this shadowy cave. More light grew in my path evident as I could sense openness ahead of me. Everything in this dark world of Nzrael indicates fear is first choice of these creatures and their world. I am in need of comfort and nourishment I must move on.
Over a crevice I must jump in my venture through this dark gap. Wandering using intuition alone looking for a path inward into the City of Xsian below the mountains through the caverns. The mountain is ahead I know but so are the Isivaens, Xzars and Zadir. The code of the Votars and the call of the Dzyan urge me forward. As faith proceeds and in trust I follow this path downward through mostly darkness. The face of the fear presents distress hundredfold deeper in intensity ripping flesh from my mind. The fear of my death, my failure, my loss into nothingness. Even with the gnawing feeling of physical agony it leaves me in suspicion of this reality. I am still within my mind seeking resolution to destiny.
Through the rocky cool caverns sounds of water come to my ears. A mirage or miracle I listen. Ahead in shadows could there be water dripping on the rocks ahead of me echoing tones of pleasure to my sense of taste. A flickering light bouncing on the walls ahead accompanies me as I smell a humid freshness. Here in the desert, a small cool stream of water runs.
Zyan thank you, You have saved me from lifeless pain, of dying of thirst is the darkness of Xsian. Even moss covers the black rocks and a small pool reflects the glimmer of cool water as it runs down the rock face. This miracle calls me in and the cool waters refresh me as I lay my hands within it and splashed my dry, dirty face.
In relief, in cure of my beaten soul, the waters bring me to life again. The feeling of it as it touched my quivering mouth freed my long repressed desire caused by drought. Healing water soothed the pain as I reached within the shallow pool with both hands.
In this pool I rested my head and it covered me in coldness and brought the spark of fire into my mind and thoughts. The thirst blocked the way and made my mission seem so much larger than it does now. Water nourishes flowing over my face and hair. It arrives within my stomach freeing the parched void emptiness within.
A flickering comes towards me. The light ahead signals a presence. In the illusion I moved away from the water and the fire grows fierce. Xzars run out from behind the rocks one striking me to the ground with a large staff. My legs turn weak, stumbled and feel pain in my head again.
Standing in my face, holding a glowing red stone Zadir’s face is hidden in the darkness. I know it is him and he has a horde of Xzars guards with him. In the darkness of the Caves of Xsian capture and prison awaits, or death. Cool air is not enough to bring reprieve. Survival then defeat a black spell was placed on the water, it poisoned me. Dizzy and losing energy I could only stare as Zadir and his Xzar guards pulled me up and drug my body, knees dragging over the rocks. Zadir approached closer out of the shadows.
Carried through the dark tunnels to the inner caverns of the city of Xsian, delirious, hallucinating, drifting into and out of consciousness. The subconscious was safe and I disassociated from my present time. Poison water, so subtle and tasted so sweet. My etheric shields were un protected, my physical thirst demanded more, not prepared for this struggle. My physical energy was unquenchable and betrayed me into capture.
Zadir’s piercing dark eyes stayed with me as he was intent on my interrogation. He is mad. His anger is insanity with a notion that he will take his Xzar and Isivaen slaves to Alonia and control the world. An unforgivable betrayal to the power of a Votar. His hypnotic power over them does not warrant praise, he has given himself over to personal power to control rather than trust Zyan.
These cursed souls are untrained and easy victims.
You are Vgad dathmogoth, Betrayer and liar, I cursed and yelled. You will live in shame for this Zadir. I swing at an Xzar to get free but he knocks me down to the rocks and laughs. Overlord, he is no match for you.
The monstrous guardian lifts me off the ground and holds me helpless in the cave’s darkness.
Respect our Lord outerman, He spits into my face with his foul stench and then punishes my body with a blow to my solar plexus forcing me to hunch over and fall on to my knees.
Humble your self to the Overlord! This great ugly beast said with foul breath forced out of my lungs.
The Xzar kicked my face backwards as I fell into unconsciousness with my head hit the hard rock of the cave floor from a strike to my head. Pick him up and carry him to the city, Zadir said. You have done well Jorg. He is no match for your strength.
In the pit of primitive emotions my nightmare follows the passageway down into the pits of Xsian. They are all around me, hatred, fear, killing anger, I wish to kill and have revenge. I cannot allow this, I fight this feeling, I cannot devolve into the animal of a primitive man. Still anger comes forward. The poison takes me deeper into delirium.
The formless enemy of the darkness would walk upon the face of truth carrying the bloody sword of evil with malice, its insane purpose, The Ingersol prophets said. The Ingersol is so slanted, fearful, and reactionary but I hear the words, the insane purpose of evil.
Visions of thousands, lost souls, imprisoned, trapped by lack. In this clouded dream thousands are joined in illusive alliance to feed the uncaring XAXA with fear. Symbols coming through my mind of hungry animals in rushing waters violently swim but are thrown in current into the rocks of steam and froth. Green valleys of Elvaren, the forests of Shalin burning, horizons colored with gray smoke, long fires and wind.
The nightmare would not end my body is being bounced moved from place to place. Blindfolded and and tied I am being carried through long dark caverns. The underground intense heat made my body sweat out more life and my head pounds with pain. Zadir leads this group of creatures. A deep revulsion for these savages pushed me to speak, but I held my tongue and refused to respond. I am beaten for now.
The Xzars spoke in brutal and vicious curses. This is their language. Tumultuous waves of movement push me into a nausea from the stuporous influence of the waters. It left me sickened and I struggle with the effects of the poisons. In and out of blackness, unconsciousness to blackness of semi-awareness.
Ah tagh, cretz hod rasgh stangh. Aka jakk, Asxah! Graaf! I heard them speaking, These words rush out in curses to one another.
The destination was reached and we slowed. I heard more people speaking around me.
With a jolt thrown down upon a rough blanket, tied with my hands behind my back forcing my head into a coarse blanket. Kicked in my ribs I tremble in pain. Kicked again and again on the other side I protected my injured arm. I dare not cry out and laid there as motionless and undesirable to torture. If I were free these creatures would be very sorry they used this vicious force.
Some rough hard hands grabbed my head and the blindfold was pulled back and my eyes opened to see a blurry shadowy figure in black. It was Zadir. My eyes started to clear and adjust to the dim light. My hands tightly tied behind my back made my body cramp forward and ache. Four big Xzars stood guard over me. Zadir just looked down with his beady dark eyes. His hatred focused on what I was.
Deep dangerous emptiness causes pain. This terrible pain is more than I have endured by these creatures. Zadir has seen Zyan but followed the path of self and wound up in the dark pits of Xsian.
I could sense the Xzar’s fear. Zadir, feared me, but now I was in pain and not in control.
Keep the pain under control, don’t let you opponent see your fear. The training from the games reappeared, I knew how to stay in the zone in the game, how to regain control. There is no ending to this game and it is played without rules. The strength of these Xzar creatures is impossible to resist with my body. Quickness and agility could exploit their slow reasoning but a tied and beaten opponent is not a legitimate contest.
Jorg, open his eyes! I heard Zadir say. Let me see his eyes,
Where is your arrogance, now Rysa.
A sweat drenched rag pushed my skin as it was rubbed across my head forcing me to stare in the face of a torch light burning above my head. It flickered above a shadowed demonic looking figure. Dressed in his black shimmering flight suit with an Isivaen warriors cape draped over his shoulders. A knife strapped to his side while in his hand he held another.
Zadir present the form of commander without the truth of a warrior. He looked as evil as he dared and commanded power by being fearful. A black shadow was raised behind him, and I saw the XAXA 10 times larger than his frame. He controlled others and was controlled the same by the intimidation of the gigantic parasite.
Jrag ar Egor Lakma, He yelled in disgust to the ugly and filthy Isivaen. He ran to the front of the cart that had carried me here.
You are so stupid! Rysa, he said in the same tone. Why did you follow. This is my kingdom and it is my right to be here. I don’t want anything to do with the Hyrayarch. It is the sick plot that the Ingersol has exposed and now is disbanded. Your life is of no use to me or my followers, you will be killed.
My throat tightened as he said this. I knew him for his word. My fear grew, as I saw the Isivaen return with an axe. I know my eyes betrayed my fear and I could see a smile come over the face of my captor.
It was a sickened grin. Zadir could not help his lust for blood as he pulled the light axe out of the hands of the Xzar. As he did with a sudden flash of quick power Zadir swung the ax down upon the unexpecting Xzar. The axe broke through his skull and split his head open. A grotesque moan proceeded out of the flayed body.
Dag eka Lakma coosh, Zadir screamed in a crazy yell. The Xzar fell upon the ground dead. His smile turned to vengeance.
Should we behead this stupid Alonian. Zadir said for my ears not his ignorant monsters. They understood only power and barely each other’s grunts. They started to jump and grunt wild screams of pleasure. The axe would not fall on them. There hideous smiles and evil laughter made Zadir taunt me more.
Let’s not kill him so easily, like Lakma that fool. Zadir smirked. I will enjoy more his torture before I take his life.
He will be brought to prison and into miasma, he said.
Fear without end. I could not even swallow. He wants me alive, I know he does, to torment his murder was for effect, for power to show the others. His desire for more power will not let him kill me like this. He would not go through this trouble just to kill me here. He is not insane, he is possessed and possessed without feeling.
I am not afraid of you or your great Hyrayarch. he looked down into my eyes and bellowed. You have been mislead by them, there is nothing behind chaos. There is nothing and will always be nothing except power. I have the power to kill you and we will to prove that the Hyrayarch is nothing and you are nothing. It is our right, the people of Nzrael to rule Alonia. We are stronger and I command a huge army. You are stupid to come here alone, There is no power, honor or intelligence in that. Zadir motioned to other figures near a carved out building and a 12 or more Xzars came out of the darkness quickly.
Unprepared for this foul poison and stupid because of the betrayal of my naive innocence, yet I would not show Zadir. He could and always did feel each move I made and counteracted it. His deranged mind was filled with the poisons of XAXA.
Two Isivaen slaves, picked me up on command and I was carried down following Zadir at a brisk march.
Underground in the Into the pits of Xsian, the city carved out over centuries by cave dwellers. Its huge tunnels saved them from the scorching heat of the Sun. Carried on a rack through corridor after corridor, we stopped. They tossed me into a wagon pulled by Isivaen slaves.
Atah grad hod! The two big Xzars got on and ordered and the slaves to move, The slaves pulled forward jerking the wagon as it pulled on their harnesses. A disgusting fate. Animals were treated with love and care in Alonia.
The putrid smell of Xsian sent an intense stink the lower the wagon traveled. The sewage ran downward the streets into a central pit. Sound had a dull echo in this mucky stench amidst the caverns.
Every breath of the foul air made my stomach ache in convulsions. Thousands of Isivaens and Xzars live under the ground in this awful rat infested stink hole.
The Xzars spoke names to each other, Igrax and Netzaak. Tied and frozen I could only look upward as Netzaak, turned around and stared at me. His ignorant face and black eyes of the Xzar Isivaen slave lord. Wealth is counted in the number of slaves you own. Netzaak had more than Igrax. Igrax was dishonored by him again and again but Igrax would not speak back in fear of being reduced to poverty.
You are so weak, you would not be worth owning, Netzaak looked at me and said as I was startled by his command of the language. The Overlord owns you but you should die, we would like your bones in the soup.
They laughed as I looked away disgusted at the thought of being his dinner. He went on grunting and joking with Igrax, He would be good to eat, tender and juicy.
Stop you fool, Igrax said. The Overlord would have you face the fire if you harm his slave. He has ears and eyes on all of us.
Zadir is the Slave Lord of Xsian, all are his slaves. He has garnered this power by defeating the old king. Igrax and Netzaak don’t discuss me as dinner again. I just lay there as quiet as I can. What does Zadir plan to do.
The code of Votars will not allow him to transgress my life. He is aware of.... The wagon stopped, Igrax grabbed me and pulled me from the wagon, my knee hit the side board from him jerking me out where Netzaak opened up a door and tossed me into a prison cell.
Darker than the cave entrance, a humid stench more rank than outside. Something moved in the corner as I hit the straw covered floor. The door slammed shut behind me. I laid there not wanting to move, just wanting to forget, to not face this. No this is too much. I cannot go on. I am locked within this prison, taunted tormented and captured.
I just laid there not wanting to know, not wanting to hear. I wanted my senses to leave me for now. I hated the smell, I could not think of anything but locked prison, faced with torture and an unending affliction.
A hand came up and reached around my right arm and pull. A dirty old man, pulled me up and moved me over to the corner. I could see only shadows, his face seemed dour, wrinkled, with long hair. He was not very large and did not say a word. I heard other noises, sound, voices in the cage room as well. I could not speak to my captors, maybe I could speak to the inmates.
Where are we? I asked.
This is the Rewol Secrof. It is where the Slavelords bring the prisoners. You are a prisoner!
He said in a feeble and scratchy voice.
I am, I answered in almost a question. This could never be my fate, not a Votar. I think not, I will not be a slave.
The torch light flickered through the bars of the cage onto the face of the my fellow prisoner, I did not want to ask how long or who he was, he looks like he has been here for a long time. He was dirty, his beard has grown long and grey, and his clothing was rags tied together in many places. He moved slowly and said little and looked ill and mal-nourished.
I am is Setz, he said. I have been in too long. I hate the one who comes with the red light away our power. There is no escape for you. You will die.
You are a prisoner and will be left here to rot, or taken away and tortured. I was the slave lord of Xsian until outerman came, one from the other world like you. I am a prisoner now and will be left to rot.
Words I heard but did not listen as I was in pain in all levels of my being. My worth has been rent from my soul. I was abused beyond what I could understand. Fear was held as the power, and I saw more than I ever wanted to see of the XAXA. They were here in presence, In Nzrael they rule and live within those that speak.
Outerman has power, great power and speaks with our language. He kills for pleasure and hates our women. I have seen him kill with a smile and laugh with black entities, Setz continued to speak. Outerman does not cry for even his own, his heart is soul less. His eyes are as black as the Caves of Sorrogoth.
In every Isivaen and in the Xzars they hate him, but fear his every word, I did not fear but deceived my guards and took control.
Setz lamented his fate. We will die in misery eaten by the rats,
no one will eat the prisoners, only the rats. The rats come at night. You have to fight them off with sticks. They are vicious. Better to be eaten by the slavelords than the rats.
My eyes adjusted to dark lights within the prison. Movement across the room confirmed Setz, Rats! I jerked back.
A rat, Setz said. That is all it is.
Time passed, and more time passed, Zadir nor the Slavelords who brought me here returned. I sat in the darkness day after day, with no relief from the stench, the hunger, or the anguish of being a prisoner. Food placed outside the gate came in irregular times. Not enough to satisfy or keep us alive, but some to remind us that we were in the prison and not insane.
I was ruler of all, Slavelord. Setz continued to tell me of the time before Zadir arrived. I tried to listen carefully because I figured most of what he said was lies, complaints and jealousy at what had happened to him. It did not help me to think that the most powerful Isivaen was my cell mate and as weak as slug on a hot rock.
Zadir had come here and took control within days of arriving. He won a battle with the big guardians, and they became his slaves. He won what what Setz called the court of four.
Setz, I asked. Explain how Outerman became the ruler, the overlord.
Outerman came and deceived all. Outerman tricked my guards, the four guardians and Jorg to set a trap for me. He knew our world and he challenged me to defend the court. I was Slavelord and holder of the four guardians. I had not been challenged for I ruled with fear outerman has done, I imprisoned the competitors so I received no challenges. The challenger I had killed. Outerman came and brought the Court of Four against me and I was betrayed by my own guards.
I tried to have him killed but my bodyguards protected him and fought against me. I was betrayed by them. I will have them roasted and fed to the rats alive when I get free. I listened as he bitterly told me of the details of his battle.
Without my guards I used my staff but was surrounded by them and could not fight. Outerman put a magic spell on me and took away my power. I was scalded and scarred in boiling waters. The hot waters from the pits of fire surround the front of the arena. They dipped me in and let it rip my skin off to the delight of all my enemies.
I fight ugly and without center, I lost will, tricked, not stronger, cheated, betrayed. Setz’s words became nonsense and curses. Vgad dagx Outerman, eckx ragod phox nax!
White one, you are his threat, you will rot in here,
Setz declared. The Overlord must be killed. You are no threat now. Your life has no meaning now. You have become insignificant and without use. you are worth nothing and you are his prisoner.
Setz was right I was locked in prison, locked under Zadir’s oppression.
I have some in within this land that can help you, Setz said. I will not be eaten by the slaves. He holds us in his grasp and has more power, he will not let us go and he proves to his slaves that he is their lord and master, but not all want Outerman for Overlord.
I listened and hoped this was not going to be the end of my life. Setz opened my eyes that I would find an escape some how, some way.
The cell was a large cubicle, it did not have any apparent breaks in it and there would be no time dig our way our. The guards had not opened the doors since I was thrown in here. In fact we had not even seen our captors for days, yet we were aware they were watching.
It appears hopeless, yet I knew in Zadir liked a challenge, He must remember the games we had in Riusm.
I closed out all exterior thoughts and began to meditate. It was not important to understand the prison or feel the lies of reality. I would begin to believe I am free and make it so. In meditation deep I have found the sleeping Agnisa Um. I ask and ask again that I receive a chance to face my captor. I prepare my mind, body and will to withstand the forces of the external and reach the Perisana.
In the Perisana I let the vibration cease, and became the center of sound. I stopped all thought to become the immovable spot. I am neither this or that, I am undefinable, the walls of a cage do not entrap my mind for I am a Votar. I am with the strength of my will and my will is combined with the power of Zyan.
My mind moves with the motion of will. The lightness of feeling the power of my will flows through me like water and electricity. The warmth of my body is like a fire and it is strong here, fixed like a rock. In meditation deep and dark. The first time here I saw desolation now I look without seeing capture but always seeking the escape from the present. The prison of solid walls now is more than the dream.
Zadir is in complete control of the powers of Xsian and I am left with no powers here. It is complete disorientation. Why has he found power here so easy and compelling. The transformation must include him, he has the will of the warrior and champion. He won all the games again and again. I could never beat him but his selfishness is undoing his heart.
I will have the chance to face him in the court. He will want to prove himself to the people of Xsian again. He is not so crazy to believe that they will not try to win back the throne he so easily took. The Outerman will have to defend his power. His power is greater that any of he isivaens because to is more mature and wise in the deliberation of the game.
The life that I have lead up to now had prepared me to meet with Zadir and face his instinct and rule over him. The power of my heart was to be my call and to lift myself out of the prison.
Setz connected with one of his loyal guards. There was a growing dissatisfaction with the treatment of everyone in Xsian and they wanted to be free from the reign of Outerman.
They had been told that Setz was long since dead. But the rumor that he was alive and in the dungeon gave them hope for as ruthless as he was he was still of the same blood and they fought to bring him back to power.
Zadir had begun to get more and more ruthless with the people. There were atrocities in the upper corner as he killed off his opposition with a frightening display of power. This still did not stop the Isivaens and Zadir’s plans seemed to be failing.
Setz did not trust me but wanted to use me for his own benefit. He had said that I was here to kill Zadir and take his head back to the upper lands. This was the right for me to do. Zadir is evil and came here as an evil being. He was not born in the darkness and does not belong. He reverses everything he touches and has caused suffering even in Xsian.
Even the land of great evil they have judgement for those who oppress and kill their own. This gave me my chance and I knew that the principles I had lived with were still mine but the action of Zadir and the life that I was forced to live because of him and the pain was unbearable so I knew what I would do if I had the chance.
Zadir must die, I will kill for my freedom. My hate grows and he feeds on it. He waits as I lie here in this putred cell. I hate this. I will kill him. Zadir is sick, sick with power, sick with evil. I am a victim. I hate being helpless, trapped, imprisoned in the hell of Nzrael, in this stinking pit of Xsian.
To be a prisoner in a cave in the desert of Nzrael is not my purpose. My purpose was to bring Zadir back, but if he was lost then I must take his soul out of his body to deny the XAXA of their possession. But I am a prisoner of both and they laugh in their wickedness and my weakness. I am not thinking clearly anymore. The hunger of the days or months of darkness had left me in a subconsciousness that altered my sense of truth. How could this be for a Votar to lose identity.
My mind raced through thousands of thoughts that were scrambled in my head all the teachings and the guides, the channels were are they now.
I am not disconnected from Zyan. My mind is tormented as a prisoner, why? I am I worthless and lost. There is no hope for me. I must fight my way out of here and listen to Setz who is the one who knows this place not I. I must follow his advice for the ones who know darkness can show me the patterns to follow to get out of here.
Soon we will be at Outerman’s throat, Setz came over to me and said. It is over for him.
The little man was not at all strong as he may well have been before but the prison time and the lack of food had dwindled him into a scrawny sight of a vagabond nomad who crawled like the rats in the darkness, yet he was my only hope here.
The waves of feeling affect my heart as I ask for release from misery, of hunger of lack. Dreams replace the nightmare again and nightmares shatter dreams. Only thoughts of escape are important, only power and overcoming control. I decide to live free, to fight for freedom, to overthrow the darkness and bring about my life.
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Escape from Rewol Secrof
A guard approached with many others voices calling to Setz. The guard shook the keys and the dangling chains made a metallic noise as they rattled together. It sounded like the bells of the Ingersol. I only hear freedom as they chime ceremoniously.
I was ready run and run till I found the light and the fresh air of the sun. But there was no opening for me yet. I held my fatigued body back and did not move. There was a sign that there was something going to happen. The revolt needed me strong enough to create a diversion. The Isivaens relied on me to be as powerful as Zadir and face him in battle.
Zadir did not come to see me here in this cell. Perhaps it was enough for him to know that I was a prisoner. I could not guess what he was thinking for it was blocked by the ravages of emotions here. The astral blocks that I had set up interfered with all my other communication but I would certainly have lost my mind without doing so.
Setz moved outward away from the wall and through the doorway.
Come on, Outerman, move we must go through the dark tunnels and escape.
Following through corridors into the deeper cells muffled cries of moaning agony, victims of Zadir’s betrayal. Fallen slaves in battle and fallen soldiers defending him from overthrow. Setz’s guards had given them to the rats. They were wounded and lay bleeding. The rats would come and nibble away their bones every so slowly and painfully.
Vengeance and deceit was the primal call of purpose in Xsian. Zadir has fallen as far as an Alonian could go. This revelation turns my stomach and my heart aches for his wounded life and those he has victimized from his insane emptiness.
The red stone Zadir stole at the Pillar was called the Aedr. It contains all the evil power of Silanta. Super power brings blindness and he is blinded by power. He wears it on his neck and shines with an awesome terrifying light of its own.
Zadir’s invocation of evil has rebirthed the Silantan devil king, born in sorrow and filled with envy. His life is the last breath of the victim. He steals life in every act of hate. To Kill him would release the evil back again.
The screams haunted me as I began to recover my freedom. He is possessed of the evil usage of the Aedr of the entire past of Silanta. The Masters shielded the power of the Noens until we opened the Black cube. Zadir has used it for self and the power is controlling him.
Setz and I followed his guardians as I stumbled through a doorway and then onward up to a higher chamber. We moved on through two more corridors and down to a room that was lighted by a small candle light. We were given soup to eat and water to drink and there was two others that helped. A man and a woman. The woman knew Setz and greeted him warmly.
This is my daughter, he said but looked away upset. She had scars from being abused severely and limped around all slumped over.
As we ate the soup, Setz was informed by his Guardians of what had happened after he was overthrown.
The rebels took your daughter and she was beaten for their pleasure. Outerman killed your sons and wife without mercy. All were killed in public in front of the Citadel. Outerman pronounced himself Overlord and all the heirs of the old king are dead and his daughter is cut and made barren in front of their eyes. The pain continued as he heard the tales that made him cry out in anger.
I will gorge his eyes out for this, Setz cried and in his rage and seeking for revenge only tears could he could speak.
Even the most primitive races have heart I found. It is hidden deep behind rage and fear but it is there in the family.
Setz has killed and committed atrocities upon his foes but in war it is done. The Isivaens only know the dark world under the desert but still they have honor and uphold the lives of their children.
For Zadir to have his children killed and daughter beaten and mutilated is unforgiven even here in Xsian. This is why the guards of Setz have returned to free him from prison. Even his actions were not based in heartlessness, only selfish interest and greed were his addictions. Setz was primitive and vicious but not possessed by the XAXA. He feared and hoped, Zadir did neither.
I savored the soup and whatever thing it might be made of for it gave my body nourishment where it had none. We were safe for now but what would come now.
There was no time to waste in memories or anger. In a rush of activity and a surge of energy from the food It was time to move.
Xsian time is monotonous darkness and I can sense no distinction between night and day. In confusion always my only thought was escape from the prison. Now I know my purpose for coming here. I am stronger.
Setz and his loyal guards were busy scheming and planning to take Zadir by force. My mind was blank in the desperation of what I knew to be a slim chance at survival. My physical survival seemed imperilled constantly. Each day since I arrived on Nzrael got shorter and shorter as I sought to make the next breath be full. Each moment has its way of being the last.
Setz was wearing clean clothes which renewed his sense of power. Far from the old man in the prison hold who would beat rats away with curses. Setz stood in power but no wiser than before. His plans and schemes seemed destined to fail like all the rest even though he had held power before.
He underestimates Zadir. He knows little of his true power. Zadir holds a vicious grip on the emotions. He knows were to pull and what to say. There is such a difference between his shrewd cunning and their scheming ignorance.
Setz wanted to be called Overlord I could see when he approached me. I obliged his obvious signals at the need to be in command as I stood up and greeted him.
Are you stronger, Setz asked. The food has done you good. I noticed an entirely different attitude. He looked straight into my eyes and I could sense his aura trying to penetrate mine. My powers began to return. I could hear his mind, this outerman is our bait. I half smiled at the thought but the certainty this is true.
Once Zadir finds we are missing he will send out slaves in a mad search. He fears us both for different reasons. He does not wish to kill me for the fate of a Votar is sealed with the death of a brother. He must still realized this even in his possessed confusion. This left me with hope I could still find him.
Zadir would again wish to seize Setz and to torture him and command his power. It is better to keep the opponents to his power in prison and keep the betrayers in slavery. Setz spoke of some old enemies that would certainly die at his power if he could get the chance.
What is our plan, I asked, knowing already his mind was set to lure Zadir into a trap with me as his victim.
Outerman my friend, you will have your chance to face the evil one, Setz looked at me and said. I watched as he laid out the elaborate scheme to get through the walled Citadel by having me face Zadir at the court of four.
I was to enter into a challenge in the public square saying that I have come to bring to Alonia a criminal, the leader of your world is wanted for crimes of Mayz. He has been the perpetrator of evil that will carry all to their doom. The mountain will fall in upon all and this will be the tomb.
I listen with more interest to his words still knowing that I was not a priority in the situation. The plan worked into relation with what I have sought for my own interest. I want to meet Zadir in compensation to get his weakness revealed. I need to face his light and know from where his strength lies. I am caught here now and must utilize whatever power I have to leverage my way out. The pain I have endured has given me discipline and focus to use what I have to overcome his control and dominance.
We have not time to wait, Setz said making sure I understand Zadir has already sent out his guards searching for us. There are spies everywhere and even now since they know we are here at my daughter’s home. We must be leave now. There is no time for us to stay here for this will be one of the first places to look.
Xsian is filled with tunnels and they go in all direction throughout the City. We moved down and then back under the structures. There are Isivaens traitorous spies all over. We stumbled over the more indigent of the lot in our trek through the cavernous underworld. At least now we had something to eat without looking at rats as food and them at us. I anticipated facing Zadir.
Setz said I would be alone in my battle but Zadir would be present with his four guards. They are called the big ones because they have mutated physical power and much greater than all others. A contest is not fair to the challenger. Setz had given me the idea there was never a fair fight on either side. It was just that it was apparent that the overlord would never fight fair and so this was his standard advantage.
In the cave Setz’s babbling told me how his four guards were hypnotized in a powerful display of magic. They were entranced by the power of the red light. Zadir still wore the flight suit of the Votar which enhanced his capacities. I was without my suit and dressed in the rough garb of an Xzar guard. I was without defensive shields of the flight suit.
The battle is what the journey was about to prepare me for. We moved upwards for a long journey inside the walls. I could hear noises of the city on the other side of the walls. We were near a very busy area. Walking through a dwelling we were greeted by three Xzars guards loyal to Setz.
Overlord, we are ready, it has been rumored that you come to face Outerman at the Court of the four, said the biggest of the three. Is this one ready to face the evil one?
He is filled with fire and ready,
Setz said of me. Outerman will face his own this day and will die. Rysa carry this staff, Setz handed me his gnarled wood staff. It was greasy to my touch. I felt the power within it.
It is my sign of power and will draw all to you. It ‘s magic will help you in your battle.
They spoke quickly about what was accomplished without speaking to me as Setz told them to move within the walls and be his eyes and ears and await the signal when we are ready to attack the Citadel.
It is your turn now, Setz said. Do not let the big ones get close to you or your fight will be short and your death painful. Use the staff and strike quick and with vengeance for my family and your world. Outerman must die and you must be ready to kill him this day.
I was the Signal. When I began the battle they would attack the Citadel from out of the walls.
I moved through the stinking grey light of Xsian in the clothing of an Xzar guard but carrying the Staff of Setz. He had given me the right of the Overlord. Zadir had defeated and imprisoned him but without the staff he cannot take complete control of Nzrael. Setz craftily gave me his staff of power so he would be able to use deceit and regain the Citadel. Zadir is not legitimate in his authority over Nzrael of the City of Xsian, I have the Staff.
Setz is Dead, I bellow. I have his staff and the power. Where is the fake that calls himself Overlord?
I am from the world of light, and I come here to destroy your Overlord in challenge.
I walk amid the Isivaens and they cower away from me in my malevolent path towards battle as I emit challenges.
Where is your Overlord, is he afraid to meet my challenge, I call out the curse of the rat. Aka Jakk Dathmogoth.
I hold the staff of Setz, I call out. I am the rightful Overlord now and I have given Setz body to the rats. Zadir has lied to you, he is a fake, a betrayer, liar and thief.
After calling out curses of the Overlord I listen. I hear nothing but the crowd run away from me as I move towards the hot steaming pool of water above the square court. The steaming vapor from the boiling water cast a greasy film over a flat monolith in the center. The court shimmers in the dull light rising up in the middle of the bubbling pool. The rock was shaved to a flat battlefield and here I will face my enemy.
Zadir you are a coward, I called again for the Overlord of Nzrael. You fear me!
A rumbling sound of a guard ran quickly down the corridor towards me. I moved into position for the fight. Stand strong in the face of fear. Upon court I lifted myself up to the rock ledge and assumed the position of the challenger.
All around were voices and eyes beginning to come to see the challenge. They had heard my loud calls to the Overlord in the diversion of the overthrow. Zadir may have known of this diversion and of Setz’s plan. I was in the dark with Setz and his minion. The only way I was to escape is through direct confrontation with Zadir and his guards. If I defeat the guards and Zadir Setz and his Xzars will betray me. I know this.
The boiling water around the battlefield will put your mind in a fog, Setz said it would be the least of my worries. Treachery and deception is the enemy to watch, so use it to your advantage.
The Isivaens sensed blood and smelled the battle about to begin. They came like rats to food. There hearts were vicious and full of terror. They fed off terror and behind each of them were astral parasites that feed off of their desires for the victims pain. The flowing of blood would come soon. I stood on the rock of the rival. I stood up feeling my power. I was ready to face the first guard.
Where are your guards, I yelled knowing Isivaens respond to sound. I am a Votar from Alonia set to do battle with our betrayer and your Overlord.
My anger thickens as the boiling waters ebb and flow. The crowd rumbles and scurries closer and closer to the edge of the boundary of water and rock. I wear the armor of an Xzar but defend myself with inner power of a Votar. All my awareness and knowledge must be used to guard myself from drowning at the point where rock and water meet. The midway point which is neither dry nor wet delivers the standing place whereon I will set my feet. I will bring my emotions under control on this post and speak the words of Clemirah, all things are possible.
A commotion from the Isivaens and slave traders broke into a raucous pushing and shoving as a huge Xzar thrust his way through the salivating mob. Dressed for battle I could see his rigid glare. I saw fear behind his violent mask. Even his command of weapons and armor did not bring him confidence. He is beaten before we start. He fears the unknown. I sense his fear and wait for him to descend the plank into position. His large scarred hand trembled as he reached the edge of the court.
The crowd of Isivaens hear my voice as the note and the waters churn. The big one hears my yell and hesitates. My mind is in perfect clarity as I see his weakness. It is the water, he fears the water and the slick rocks. His body is not agile and as he jumps on the court I move from the center spot as he attacks and rush forward as he landed.
I seized my advantage and as he jumped to enter the court I push him into the seething boiling torrential waters with the staff. His screams of agony greeted my victory and his death disgusted the crowd. It was too quick and unexpected for me to attack with quickness. This was afoul of the ignorant battles held upon the blood stained rock. I returned to the center midpoint and held my ground.
Zadir! I yelled and my voice echoed through the guttural underbelly of the darkness as the boiling water mercilessly absorbed the drowning dark guardian.
More Isivaens arrived at the battleground. The emotional intensity increased in strength.
Where is your Overlord? I called. He is shameful,
a betrayer.
The Votar looks into the center of chaos and brings order. I remember the Code. I reach within for power to overcome the obstacle. My battle continues.
The murmur of the crowd changed to a name, they called out Jorg! Jorg! Jorg! I saw this towering massive bulk saunter to the defenders side of the court like a champion. I recognized this was the Xzar who kicked and struck me in the tunnel when I was captured.
It’s my turn now, I said under my breath as all eyes followed his every movement in anticipation of the battle.
In the tension of the moment as the challenger I overcome the nauseous steam of death. Blood rushed through my veins ready for the fight after my first victory.
I invoked another sound. The crowed tried to scream down my tone but I used their groans and taunts as a resonance field. The inner cluster of vibrations began a destructive cycle.
The eyes of Jorg looked overconfident. He defeated many on the battlefield. There was always a challenge to the power. He came in slow and I watched as his black eyes roamed back and forth as I stood centered in the middle of the court. I am in no man’s land but cannot move away from the center. Behind me the sheer rock face and to my left and right are two others now.
My first strategy will not work as Jorg reached the court and flew a swinging club as he landed on the court. His wild eyes betrayed his ignorance. I moved back to avoid his attack and the club missed. In dodging his attack I jumped backwards. He swung again narrowly missing me from the left. As his momentum carried his body past me I attacked with the Staff and poked him directly in his left eye. He recoiled jerking backwards, blood squirting from the eye socket falling backwards. With a loud thump he fell on the slick rock.
From my left and right the other two creeped in behind me when I was in battle with Jorg. The burning pull of a rope lashed out like a whip around my neck. From the right I am slashed with a chain that drives across my back. I was vulnerable for an instant and in that instant they took the advantage. All I have is the Staff.
The guards hear Jorg’s cries of agony and I combine my voice with the agony of his shriek making a force field to break free of the rope and chain. The anguished cry of Jorg breaks through and they feel the force as his eye exposed and bleeding. The guards feel his pain as I send psychic pictures of their faces lying dead on the black rock.
Fear grips them and they lose their balance. They have not been attacked by their own fears and were not ready to see the visions. They lose their power.
I bring my voice into a shrill vehement scream and the sound brings weakness as I crush there tense emotional shields with a blast of pure directed sound. The time was right and I used the Staff held upon an angle to break away the rope and chain as I spin furiously on the slick surface. The potent quickness knocks them off balance and they slip on either side of me into the boiling waters. Both guards slipped off and fell into the current screaming in agony. The surge of power and excitement in their demise found release in my scream of satisfaction in their deaths.
Gurgling screams of roasted flesh in boiling waters stimulated the crowd to erupt in screams and taunts. From beyond battlefield a voice rang out. Jorg! In time to avoid a vicious swing past my head, but in blind strength he grabbed my hair and flattened me against the rock with his kick to my head. I coughed up blood. In terror I looked into the face of the hot steaming water. Jorg grasped hand in fear knocked the staff from my hand into the searing liquid. The current pulled the Staff into the underground caverns. Jorg came down upon me, but I slid under his sightless body watching him fall with a huge splash off the court into the boiling waters.
The burning flesh from my right hand seared with cool pain as I pulled it out of the water. I remained calm and kept my vibration high to endure the pain long enough to get re-balanced.
I gasped for air and heard the clicking of metal on rock. I turned to see and was struck. I lost consciousness for a second but knew Zadir had come from behind me like a coward.
My hand fell back into the boiling water. I cupped its sizzling fire in my hand and threw a burning spray into his face.
Yaa.... In scream of pain Zadir raised his hands in agony he has only given. His pain tore through all who watched with frightened anger. His eyes turned to fear, then back to stone. For a second his pain showed through.
The Isivaens watched and raved. They called for Zadir, they called, Kill him now! They called for me, to kill. They only wanted death, vengeance and death.
The battle has begun. Zadir had the upper hand and held a powerful weapon, his forged staff. Finding Jorg’s club protecting me from his swing I lifted my body to my knees. His face was scarred with pain, the water had seared his left eye. I stood up wobbly and it started to give way moving from side to side. I was now facing Zadir on the court.
Instantly, I heard the voice within me reveal a plan. The evil wants your power be repulsed by it. Declare your victory, move on, Zadir will follow you, do not fight him, move away and he will follow.
The torrent of emotion made me want to fight but I jumped from the court the far side and left him standing alone on the wet hot blood soaked rock.
Rysa, face me, Zadir yelled as I moved back away from the court. You a coward, you lying Votar, scum, fight me!
I have won, you have lost, I leave this hell!
I said as I began to run towards the tunnels.
His vehemence continued but attack I would not. The overtures of physical test would not bring me power. I gain power as I move away and it keeps him from sucking my energy from me. I had won over his guards and I was the victor upon the court. It is disaster to his reign, to his power, to his ego.
I will stomp on your maggot infested crawling decomposing remains, Zadir yelled playing to his murmuring followers looking for more blood and death.
You are the fool, Zadir, I called back running towards the tunnels. I laugh in your face. You the weakest Votar. You are a fake. You are shameless.
Zadir has chosen to know nothing but hate and my insults feed his jealousy, envy and fear, pitiful slave of carnality. Racing away the passageway appears before me, let your intuition guide you home, I hear within my heart.
I will burn the hair off of anyone who speaks a word of this battle, Zadir screams to the assembled Isivaens and controlled them into submission. Return to the Citadel, defend Nzrael from the curse of Setz. He spoke to their ignorance but I knew I had defeated his authority. They would not listen to him, Setz will win out.
My departure has given me victory if I stayed a physical defeat would have been his. He would die possessed in Nzrael forever. His words were not taken by the Isivaens and the Xzar guards were not controlled by the court of four any longer. The big ones are dead and Zadir has not defeated me. I have won this battle.
Escape, run, jump, fly as fast as you can. He knows these tunnels better than you. My return will not be complete until I am out of this darkness.
I did not realize in battle running can be winning. I live by wits, strengths and quickness. In escape I had control of his world now through his fear, pride and power.
I cannot be captured again, this would be sure death. Critical choices to make running and jumping past the rocks and obstacles of the dark tunnels in the Xsian underworld.
Anguished darkness filled me, light evaded my search, prison taught me to kill but my inner voice knew his death would accomplish nothing, but survival would. If I killed I would not be worthy to continue my path. If he is dead to Zyan so let his light suffer.
The fight for light begins as he follows.
I could not release him to death in Nzrael.
Running through tunnels in search of light and life beyond the walls of Xsian. Past the inner chambers of darkness away down the corridor of pain. Regaining my strength, leaping over steaming pools of the underground river.
His guardians in defeat his face scalded. I defeated his guardians, they were not trained in mental battle only in physical force. Their minds were weak but their bodies were strong. Prevailing over the fear in their minds gave me victory. The waters surged with fear choking and swallowing them in their own poisonous brew of fear and evil.
Replaying events and Zadir is equal to my challenge but now I will fight him in the light where I am stronger. He knows my every strategy, we must fight to the death, mine or his. He knew exactly where I was and I heard him behind me stalking me through the corridors. He followed as was my plan yet my freedom is my goal. Tunnels lead in every direction. Always follow to the left, a voice speaks from within. My heart pounds with blood racing through my veins as I run with the pain of my scalded broken hand through the darkness traversing sharp rocks cutting at my bare feet.
Zadir cannot let me escape. He stalks and hunts. Only in my death will his power be restored and he would stay overlord. His rule is over if I live. Without the victory over me his reign as over.
The darkness has webs within it, Setz said to me in the prison cell. Words came to me out of nowhere, I looked into the shadows for any trace and followed each intuition as I ran, crawled and moved upward through the shadowy caves.
I stopped in throbbing aches from my side to listen to the whispering silence for the predator behind me. Regaining my breath and listening I hear quick steps and echos far behind and below, no voice, but I hear a metallic ring. The sound I knew and it sent a shiver of fear through my gut.
I turned in confusion as the web stuck and grabed my body. I jerked and tore away from it in panic. I pushed myself backwards away from it allowing release from its sticky tentacles. I screamed in relief and it echoed revealing my location but the web would have ended my escape.
Zadir surely heard my crisis and knew the webs. I saw his shadow approach. I moved to the left away from the web. Hidden behind me I see a flash and heard the squeal of a viper blade fly towards me. It bounced off the rock and flew behind my back. Do not look back at Zadir. The blade’s target is the reflecting light of the eyes. In a second its poison causes complete blindness.
Alarm and fear raced in my stomach as I could feel the terror cut through me, blindness. The weapon of thieves, the Viper Blade contains poison and is the most vicious weapon of Alonia outlawed for centuries. It not only causes blindness but unending pain until suicide is taken as mercy.
I heard the sound again, and again the pitch of fear sent frenzied panic into my body. A corridor ahead to the left will guide me away. Avoided the one with the most light, I heard inside. I could not see better but I followed my instincts.
I must kill him now, I thought. He has gone too far and will never return. His spirit is trapped in pure evil, killing him would release his soul.
The ring of the Viper Blade cut through the blurred darkness, the blinding poison of the blade would cut my eyes apart and leave me in helpless agony. Do not turn around.
Sliding down a smooth sand covered corridor I slipped past a few rocks hearing my breath and feeling my legs strain as I turned and ran upward encountering past larger rocky barriers. Leaping over rocks and rushing up through crevices Zadir was closing on me. My speed is all I have now. I feel the hot breath from the predator catching up. His rushing disturbing thoughts attack in the darkness in pursuit of my life.
Stop and fight, you cannot run, I hear my mind say. Zadir is using suggestions on me as my emotions to change my resolve. He reflected images off the walls as I raced to escape the pits. Our minds intertwined in weak versus strong as he moved into mine and I into his. The merging of fear and love weakened us both. My energy became his and his fear became mine. I could no longer see his face. He drew back away from me as he lost his power from the merger.
For a moment there was oneness and he recoiled. He re-shielded his energy. His attack was relentlessness with the vengeance of an animal behind me, an awful predator with the hunger for blood.
The corridor led on and on and it was getting lighter. Hope began to be mine, I was almost free. Suddenly, Zadir stood in front of me. His shadowy form clearly visible as I rounded the corner to the left. He reached for his blade and the squeal of it went screaming past my eyes but missing. I froze and fell backwards around the corner to avoid seeing the final flash of blindness in the light of poisoned pain.
I covered my eyes as it obliterated the grey darkness and sent a shrill beam of killing light into the wall where I was standing.
Close! I yelled grabbing a hand sized rock with my wounded hand and before I thought I stood around and threw it right into his face. It caught him off guard by the fast interplay. The rock struck him above the suit in the neck and forced him down choking.
The opening was mine and I ran past him fallen frame while he coughed and gasped for air. Up the steep incline toward an opening the grey sky of Nzrael became visible.
The rock hurt Zadir. I did not hear follow. The Viper Blade does not work in sunlight. I was freed from darkness.
Running, climbing, reaching, through the hot sand and out into the blinding searing sunshine. Out of from the dark putrid caverns of the Xsians. Adjusting to the brightness as I sprinted away from the cave entrance I I could see I was above the Canyon of Xsian and far from where I had landed my Voxet. My path pointed downward to the ocean.
Free from prison, from the caves and from darkness my energy lifted to me to run. The hot sand did not touch my feet as I raced over it to the shade of the cliff edge. Blinding light guided me and in effortlessness I flew into the great horizon. The ocean was my destination and Alonia to follow. I had surmounted Zadir in the Darkness of Nzrael. I ran towards an outcropping cliffs ahead.
Zadir must now follow me for I have ruined him in the darkness, I defeated his guards. He must follow my lead if he wants the return of his power. I am in control. Running with life restored, I ran and ran and ran. My mind regained clarity with the light of Solam. I could feel the powers returning.
Setz should regain control now. Zadir will be hunted even as he hunts me. Setz with his guards and soldiers will surely execute Zadir if he returns. He is weaker now, I know this as I raced for the Ocean. My Voxet must be safe.
XXI
The Alun Mother Ocean, at last the Alun. The sea water washes my filthy body and my pain away.
The sting of the salt feels useful, it opens the wounds for healing I suffered in the caves. Waters wash over me as I lay on the sands exhausted from my escape. In diligent peace and watchful assurance I am safe for a moment on the shores of the Ocean. The earth of Lanea holds my body and receives my pain within my body. Rolling with the tides I became one with her soothing emanations.
Peace is a gateway into awareness. The ocean turned me over like a baby in the arms of his mother and I feel protection bathed in love even on the shores of Nzrael. This feeling of knowing, I was not home left emptiness, but the ocean comforted me.
Passage from the dark deceit filled nightmare was over. The ocean woke my mind from the terrible nightmare experience. My mind knows I am lifted free by my emotional and physical body remember. How could I go from near prison, to battle death and blindness without sleep to transcend beyond unmerciful evil.
Zadir power to pull me into harm or prison is finished. My choice was to go to Nzrael in willingness and acceptance and to return home again with him following. Still my duty is not finished. Zadir must follow my footsteps and he knows where they lead. But he must follow for I have shown and brought him disaster, his weakness. I made him see the light of the sun. He cannot return for Setz has taken the power back he stole from them. His transgression is revealed he must face judgement, the judgement of Zyan on home ground.
The waters soothed my soul and brought feelings back to my body. Each wave rolled upon me bringing my energy back into alignment. I sat up and looked into the sky and saw something different, the color was darker, shadowy, and cast a film of grayness on the edges that I had not remembered nor would I have forgotten.
The highest sea cliff guides me back to the Voxet. I looked south and saw in the far distance the outcropping. There it should be.
Thoughts of flight, of acceleration above this cursed land, leaving the stench of Nzrael and flying home to Alonia tugs at my heart strings. The struggle to live, to overcome prison, to escape the wounded dark soul of Zadir is not over. The abandoned rocks of Nzrael leave me in wonder as I travel along the shores of the ocean.
The reflecting glare of the forces me to squint and my eyes cry out in pain at its brightness. I run along the shore with the waves. The spray refreshes my journey. The surf sends a mist into my lungs as I enjoy my southward trek.
The sights and sounds of the Ocean Alun brings peace to me. Far on the other side is my homeland in Alpera. Many years ago I ran on that shore, along the beaches hearing the birds sing their call to each other. The waves comforted me then and now again I feel them. I ran with eyes closed feeling the moist sand reach up between my tones. My hair flies in the wind as I fell light and full of energy. I am gaining my powers back, I am full of confidence again.
Intuitively I know the Voxet is safe, I will be able to fly across the ocean. I already know I will I be able to leave this dismal rock. I am a Votar and I know. The truth is within.
The land of Nzrael is barren filled with fear, yet the battle is not over and I have won my freedom.
Zadir is far behind me but he is not finished yet. I have won this battle and I am the stronger but I cannot let up for an instant. His hot breath is still on my neck. I have overcome the prison but not forgotten it. The darkness of the hold, the stink, life is not worth living under the control of a madman.
South ward along the coast line I pace myself with the rhythm of the waves. The beach stretches out endlessly with rock out cropping into the sea continuously. The formation of stone look familiar. I have hoped this before.
Eagerly, I move from one rocky realm of stone to another. Excited, I wonder if I am traveling in the right direction. Suddenly, there it is it looks like the pillars I saw upon the landing. I hope the Voxet is safe in the caves where I landed so long ago. The rocks are vaguely familiar. It could be my imagination but I need something. I should be within distance of the craft that will guide me home.
This is the landing site, I hope nervously, I am correct. I see the rocks and the cave. With a deep breath and a shallow feeling I move forward towards the site. Looking into the blackness of the cave I see something sparkle. My heart leaped with excitement. The Voxet seems safe and undisturbed.
I touched the sleek body of my Voxet. Its power riveted me with relief. If anything would have happened I would be doomed here just like the prison I was in.
My confidence soared with finding the Voxet. I was more alone here than I have ever been. With Alonia in trouble I knew I would receive no help. Nzrael is a doomed land, the souls of the Xzars and Isivaens will never reach ascension in this round.
Zadir will follow me back to Alonia if he has the courage. The darkened son is destined to face his truth on Alonian soil. Zobrin is wise I followed his plan without knowing it. I would have lost my way back had if I not followed his advice telepathically my senses are splintered. I cannot connect with the Hyrayarch.
I removed the rocks guarding the Voxet. My energy was relieved and revived as I found the sleek gray Voxet. Back again, my vehicle home. The Voxet was safe and unmolested by the time that I was gone. I moved the relay on the key and hit the sound and the doors opened.
The solar battery was dead. I rushed to remove them and place them in the bright light of Solam. I waited feeling very vulnerable for it to recharge. I needed recharging as well and the food I left in the Voxet was gratefully received by my emaciated body.
I hurried as I feared Zadir will seek me out in revenge and return within his stolen Voxet. With the Voxet he will chase me on to Alonia. He is still a great danger to the Hyrayarch and to Alonia and all of Lanea but his kingdom on Nzrael is finished.
The battery recharged quickly and I placed it back in the Voxet. I dressed in my flight suit on. It fitted loosely as I had lost considerable weight in the rat infested prison. I was emaciated to the bone and did not fill the suit with any muscle tone, but with bones and loose flesh. Still enough to be recharged by the quantum genetic interplay within the suits micro processors. The magnetics brought a renewal of synergistic function. The food supplements helped to bring me energy back also.
I began to feel the suit recharge my energy as I let it do its work. The Voxet was still at very low power but it was rebuilding my energy so that I could bring my being back to synthesis with the vehicle.
With the path clear I sat down within the Voxet and gained the energy and consciousness of the Votar. The power altered my conscious awareness. The craft gave me a regenerated life.
Moving the Voxet took all my concentrated meditation. I uttered the integrating sounds to bring the craft to life. Ri-go-la-ti-sha and the lights on the council flashed in recognition of my voice commands. The sounds incorporated within the voice recognition system and opened up on my language key.
All the training to propel the Voxets was with word and sound commands. My mind became sharp and clear with the pronunciation of the words. The Votars realized the tonal effects of the words but not their origination of the special language. It was still a mystery.
I spoke syllable by syllable. ... az za ki u ri... and the power came on with the colors white and red. The familiar tingle above my eyebrows brought sublime pleasure.
I focused the attention in my heart and spoke .... an na i ball ah ... and the force of my heart chakra moved the Voxet upward lightly and brought us to a floating condition.
Without thought and my eyes closed I envisioned the rising upward and outward and spoke again the voice commands ... Ish ul aut... and focused on moving slowly through the passage way.
My strength was weak but I could feel the suit integrating with the craft as I moved out of the darkness and into the light. In the light of Solam I am invigorated.
The unified field of energy that pervades the universe started to enter the receptors of the Voxet. My acceptance rate was very high and the power scales of instruments started to resonate in harmony with the current fields coming into my body and into the machine.
A new awareness of the power contacted my body. I brought up the probability map to look up the resonations of words to move along the edge were the water and earth meet to pick up on the first meridian and the jump over to the central power meridians.
The long trek back to Alonia required more power as the gauges showed that the Voxet was at 14% power but gaining a percent per minute. Listening in delightful gratitude to the hum of the magnetic interplay of the plasmic photonic turbines as they started to regenerate the solar cells and empower the magnetics I laughed with great joy to be alive.
At 76% power I was ready.
I sounded the tone ... Ah Li So Ze ... and connected up with a main power meridian. The burst of energy of the reverse magnetics sent me quickly along the track.
I lifted the Voxet high into the sky along the grid and it propelled the Voxet off the continental meridian and moved along the oceanic current.
In deep alpha consciousness I stayed focused and relaxed re-energized in the stream of grid currents. I was coming home to Alonia.
The graphic probability map on the counsel pointed to my internal biological energy rebuilding but still I was only at 50%. I thought even 10% of this level would have been more than I had in the prisons. I had come close to extinction. Far from the rat food, the vermin infested prison carried a hollow anger that I would have to deal with. The wound was deep and my hand still ached in awful pain. The prophecy became clearer and more diffused as something altogether different than what I had thought. I brought my mind back to alpha level to regenerate along the meridian path on the way home to Alonia.
I allowed my mind to relax into mediation and strengthened my light.
I tried to link up in consciousness with the Hyrayarch but my energies scattered.
The group was not in oneness. It is coming to me fragmented. I cannot communicate directly until I see them. The Ingersol and the Government may have shut down the lines of physical communication.
The time consuming trek over the Alun gave me time to rest without fear. The auto pilot of the Voxet would wake me in emergency and the ship was gaining power as was. I drifted off to deep sleep with the Voxet in automatic mode at half speed. ~ )( ~

XXII
AloniaUpon awakening I looked out and saw the horizon of dark clouds covering much of the land of Rota as I flew up along coast towards Ion. The great cities of Ion sprawl out like giant spiders up canyons and down through the valleys but with no activity. They seemed abandoned.
I looked for signs of people and only detected rubble and trash strewn out. I needed to find a place to land. I recognize no government or anything that seems to be in power. If addictions are still present then there will be no peace here.
The Voxet operated on the solar power and the magnetics were damaged by the bitter power of the Nzrael sunlight. I knew I could not just return to the Hyrayarch Sanctuary like a hero coming home. The whole Hyrayarch has been disbanded and each member is wanted by the Government for treason, deception and operating fraud. I would be subjected to an inhuman series of psychological evaluations and injected with mind altering chemicals until I was worse than dead if caught. Very little difference from the tortures of Nzrael although Alonia considers itself civilized. Antiseptic perhaps, but not civilized.
The Government under the direction of the Ingersol utilized the drugs and conditioning, brainwashing to sequester their opponents and murder their minds. It was all too obvious that OBS was a disease they caused and now could not control. The more they attempted to stop it they more it mutated and became more insidious in the population. The developers and generators of this senselessness are all dead or insane.
I guided the Voxet into a quiet spot north of Riusm. I landed in the small ranch home of Ekim. He was a friend and teacher before I went to the Hyrayarch. His home was deserted as I softly landed near a large building. This would secure the craft safely if I needed it again.
With a place to hide the Voxet a low profile return to Riusm was required. I put on a old robe over my flight suit and left for the Hyrayarch. The journey now became a short walk towards Riusm under the grey skies of a decaying world.
I had hopes of finding Senea. It had been too long since I was with her. But I hoped she had long since left with Zonh and the others to Aquilla or with Vayla to Shalin.
Deep terror and inner joy filled me as I began my walk to Riusm. I have gone through the worst of life and survived yet I was not done. The battle with Zadir was not over. He must return to where he betrayed his honor. I must face him and my fear of truth.
The Hyrayarch moved on all the plans were set. So much has happened since I have been gone for these six moons. I am getting closer, I feel the energy of Vensia now. She is not far from me, but I will not see her. I must return straight to Riusm. There is something there for me to do that is very important. I will find out what it is when I stumble upon it.
If only I could feel my inner teacher again and to know this wisdom again. I wish to be in guidance, I would be so grateful to have you by my side again.
Your path has been to free your own soul and in so doing you have allowed the one called the darkened son to rise. His anger and fear will follow you until you integrate your power with his.
The voice came through and listened for the presence. It has been so long since I have known the presence of the inner teacher.
We will meet soon. You will be given the keys but you must face the last battle. This must be your challenge for you have wished it.
You have wished to face the darkened one and to defeat him with love not power, to bring him love and show him his ways of cruelty are flawed and not of Zyan.
Rysa, know that you carry the sacred emerald green Noen, the Ahsal, within your heart.
It has always been for you to open your heart, not of need but of love. This great power is yours to bring out and flower into the world. It holds the greatest secret of the whole world which you possess within.
The word is Al-she-ri-me-tol. This tonal group will guide your heart to open. When it opens you may speak in renewal with another tone. Say-se-lyn-say-ahl.
Bring these joyous words into your mind and leave the fear you have journeyed through in the distance. You may still go through hardships but they are forgiven you as you speak from your heart.
I am here to guide you on the path again.
You have journeyed alone for too long.
We are one again and you will be given another life to join with.
Follow the path and there will be the revelations you have wished for.
The inner truth of these messages brought me to know that this was my choice. To follow this course and to find courage. The road to Riusm is marked with rubble left behind by those who have gone into the mountains above.
The world has changed. I see no one commuting to the city. I need this inner guidance to bring me strength. I will need strength.
Everything has changed. How could have this great civilization fallen so quickly into decay. Where did everyone go?