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genshinarchives · 2 years ago

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𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐂𝐇. 𝟏

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟏 : 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐊𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : Shortly after being transported to another reality, you clash with a god who goes by the name Enkidu. You later learn that you have been thrown into a warring era in which the gods of Teyvat are fighting each other to claim a divine seat in Celestia.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Al-Haitham, Kaveh; hints of Cyno x reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, adventure, isekai

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : N/A

𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 : N/A

𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄

Year 2052.

The gaming industry has flourished in the past years, and VRMMO-RPG took over the market. VRMMO-RPG is abbreviated from Virtual Reality Massively Multiplayer Online Role Playing Game, an online game that allows the player to enter a virtual world and experience it as though it were real life. On the pinnacle of VRMMO-RPG is Camelot Chronicles, a game that is popular for its unusually high player freedom which enables the player to customise their character however they want, and they could also create their very own unique NPCs. The latter requires a hefty sum of in-game currency and materials, so you were only able to create one NPC for yourself.

His name is Enki, a doppelganger capable of copying the appearances and abilities of the people he interacts with. Although your character is of the same heteromorphic race, most of your points were spent on levelling your magic skills so you're only able to retain your humanoid form. In your party, Enki functions as the vanguard and so was given high physical and magic resistance, but this is adjustable when he takes on the form of someone else. His primary purpose is to aggro the enemies while you attack at a distance as a mage; outside of the battlefield, he's your loyal attendant who caters to your every whim.

As you stretched your arms over your head, you expelled a deep sigh before closing your notebook. You've just finished taking notes of the reading material your teacher had assigned you this week, and decided to play Camelot Chronicles for the rest of the night since it'll be the weekend tomorrow. Humming a random tune, you put on the specialised VR headset that's needed to play VRMMO-RPG and logged into the game.

You were immediately greeted by the sight of Enki standing next to you in Arondight Forest, the surrounding pine trees and uneven topography conjuring up the feeling one might get when venturing through a coniferous forest. You've been farming Jagged Fangs for the new craftable weapon that's coming in the next update, as Enki needed a new spear; you wanted to make him stronger so you could explore Galahad Ruins, a new area that was recently released. Extending a hand in his direction, you gently waved it from top to bottom.

"Follow," you said. The in-game command was immediately processed by him, prompting him to trail closely behind as you led the way. You traversed Arondight Forest in search for the bird-like mobs you'd usually farm for Jagged Fangs, only to notice their unusual absence. The lack of mobs in the area was already concerning enough, making you wonder if there was some sort of lag that's causing a delay in their spawn time.

Just as you're about to teleport to the nearest save point, your console froze.

"What's going on...?" you mumbled, tapping the air where your console had frozen in place. You then tried to close it by force which didn't work, and when you shifted your attention to your surroundings, you saw distortions in the environment. As incessant buzzing filled your ears, glitch patterns appeared around you before vanishing abruptly, and this repeated until the scenery shattered like glass.

You stared in awe. Things that you've never seen before were reflected in the shattered pieces. Upon closer inspection, you noticed that those things - those people - were moving, which drew you in. One scene showed an armed group of humans uniting under the leadership of a young boy holding a lyre; another showed a multi-headed sea serpent being rained on by gargantuan spears of stone; another showed a brutal war between a gigantic white snake and a woman with long violet hair wielding a spear.

"Master!"

A hand clasped your elbow suddenly, startling you. You were then spun around to meet the crimson eyes of Enki, your creation. Your jaw went slack when you realised that he had somehow become sentient amidst this strange glitch.

"E-Enki?!" you squeaked.

"Master, it seems like we've gotten ourselves in a dangerous situation," he said, "Stay close to me so that I can protect you. We don't know what's going to happen next."

Quickly recovering from your surprise, you told him, "I believe the server had crashed. My console froze and I don't think I can contact the admins at all." To prove your point, you tried using the call function only for unpleasant crackling sounds to echo in your ear.

Suddenly, the ground beneath your feet cracked. With panic overtaking your mind, you clung to Enki for dear life whilst he held onto you firmly.

"The ground is about to break!" he exclaimed. As if on cue, the cracks swiftly webbed out and an ear-splitting crash resounded through the area.

The next thing you knew, you were falling.

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"... aster... ake... up..."

You let out a groan and knitted your eyebrows together.

"Mas... Please..."

Is someone calling for you?

"Master, please wake up!"

Eyelids flying open, you quickly sat up with an audible gasp. Your eyes immediately burned from the sudden brightness overhead, forcing you to close them again as you raised an arm to shield them. Seeing your discomfort, Enki moved himself in front of you, casting a protective shadow over your form.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"I'm alright," you replied, "Just a little disorientated." Lowering your arm back to your side, you slowly lifted your eyelids and scanned your new surroundings curiously. "Where exactly are we?"

Standing up, Enki then looked around briefly. "It appears that we've been transported to a desert by mysterious means. I'm afraid I don't know any more than that."

You pushed yourself to your feet whilst brushing the sand off your clothes. This doesn't look like any of the deserts in Camelot Chronicles, and as you rummaged through your brain for any coherent explanation to the situation you've found yourselves in, you suddenly remembered the moving images you had seen during the glitch. The young boy with the lyre reminded you of Venti, who's a popular character in an old fantasy ARPG; the woman fighting against the serpent-like monster also resembled the Raiden Shogun, another iconic figure from the same game.

What was the name of the game?

You knew that Camelot Chronicles took inspiration from it after you watched an online interview with the game developers. You had done a little research on the game it took inspiration from out of curiosity and was impressed by the unique gameplay and rich lore.

"Jen... Jenshin...?" you mumbled.

That didn't sound right.

Your attention then shifted to Enki, who appeared to be waiting for your orders patiently. You noted that up close, he's quite good-looking; his sharp red eyes complimented his long ivory hair that's tied in a half-ponytail. Without a second thought, you held his wrist and was surprised to feel a pulse. You cupped his face and gently caressed his cheeks, your jaw going slack in disbelief; not only did he become sentient, he looks and feels real! He has a pulse like most living creatures do, and he smells pretty nice as well... While you were busy admiring Enki, you failed to notice his flustered look.

"Wh-what is it, master?" he asked with a slight stutter.

Before you could answer him, a loud explosion sounded at a distance. Startled, you both turned in the direction you had heard it come from, and your eyes widened when you caught sight of a sandstorm heading straight towards you. As it neared you and Enki, you noticed a shadow barely concealed behind the sandy veil.

"A hostile object is beelining towards us from 12 o'clock!" Enki exclaimed, summoning his spear. You instinctively slammed your hands on the ground, spawning a glowing glyph beneath you and Enki. "Making contact in 3... 2... 1!" On cue, silver chains shot up from the glyph and overlapped each other to form a makeshift shield in front of you. Something crashed into the chains at high speed, the impact causing the sand near its point to spew towards you like a tidal wave. Gusts of wind whipped around the two of you, and once the chaos has settled, the chains dissipated at your command to reveal another human standing before you.

Your gaze immediately settled on the bull horns protruding from the sides of his head. The mysterious man smiled, but you could sense the underlying malice in that supposedly friendly gesture.

"How brave of you to step outside of your god's domain," he said, "Which god do you follow? Gugalanna? Rukkhadevata?" He arched an eyebrow when he perceived your puzzled expression. "Is it neither of those two? Then perhaps you're one of those desertfolk whose god I've slain." He then threw his head back with a loud laugh, as if the words he had uttered carried no weight at all. "He was truly a weak god. For someone who's revered as the God of Heroes to fall so easily... How pathetic!"

"Who are you?" you asked with a frown. Although you didn't know who this God of Heroes is, his arrogant attitude still got on your nerves.

He ceased his laughter to answer your question, "Enkidu. You picked a wrong time to go adventuring, humans."

Enki couldn't accept the rude way in which Enkidu had spoken to you and immediately became aggressive. "Where are your manners? Do not speak to my master in that tone, and kneel when you greet her!"

Enkidu was unfazed.

"Oh... So that woman is a god as well?" he mused, grinning, "I suppose that makes us enemies!"

"Watch out!" Enki said, swiftly moving in front of you to deflect the light projectiles Enkidu had fired from his palms. Before you could fully process what was happening, your attendant had engaged in a ferocious combat with Enkidu. Sparks flew like steel birds of prey as their weapons clashed, their feet manoeuvring around each other's like elaborate pieces of footwork.

Gods. This world has gods, and the gods are fighting each other for some reason. You wondered if you got thrust into another reality during an era that's being devastated by countless power struggles - because if that's the case, you're the unluckiest person on the planet right now.

"Whatever," you mumbled, raising a hand with your open palm facing the sky. You'll worry about the war ravaging this world later; helping Enki take down Enkidu is your top priority, and fortunately, you possess the very weapon that's meant to combat god-like beings. "My soul has united with the stars. I command the celestials of the sky! Where the heavens shine, there am I! Thou wait at the gates of hell! Come forth, divine restraint! Shirshirdingira!"

A large golden portal expanded above Enkidu. Its sudden appearance made him falter as he looked up, and Enki took this chance to swiftly run him through with his spear. Enkidu bellowed as his chest exploded with pain, and the sight of a gigantic spearhead attached to a silver chain emerging from the portal prompted Enki to drive him into the ground before leaping out of your attack's range. As Enkidu lied on his sandy grave, you dropped the chain on him, quickly cutting his life short.

"That's... it...?" you said, blinking. That seemed far too easy; his bravado earlier gave you the impression that it would take more to kill him. When the chain dissolved into golden particles that were swept away by the passing wind, crimson webs were seen on the sand.

Enkidu is dead.

You killed someone.

But why do you not feel anything?

You stared at your hands.

Could it be because your character's race has merged with you when you came to this new world, it made you indifferent towards the things that humans would normally react strongly to?

"Y-you must be..."

You were pulled out of your thoughts when a new voice filled the silence, and you looked to your right to see a man crawling out from behind a rock. His expression was a mixture of fear and wonder as he regarded you with wide eyes, and the next thing you knew, he had prostrated himself before you, his forehead touching the sand.

"What are you-" you began, but were cut off by him.

"You must be the new god Celestia sent down! You're the one who will become the new God of Heroes!"

When Enki stepped forward to punish him for interrupting you, you barred his path by raising your arm in front of him.

"I don't think I follow. What is this world exactly?" you asked.

"You have descended to the world of Teyvat, O Exalted One," the man answered.

"And your name?"

"I am Ushar, a humble desertfolk from the sands of Sumeru. I work as a soldier for the city the God of Heroes had built."

"Raise your head," you ordered, and Ushar complied. He had clear crystal blue eyes, dark brown hair and a tanned complexion... You can't help but notice how much he resembles Dehya, a Pyro character from Sumeru.

Your pupils dilated when realisation dawned on you.

Celestia. Sumeru.

You finally remembered the name of the game.

Those are places in the world of Genshin Impact.

But how can that be? How can Genshin Impact be your new reality when it's been 30 years since the game was released?

"Then right now... It must be in the middle of the Archon War," you murmured.

"That's correct. Every day, the gods of Sumeru are at war with each other," Ushar said, having overheard you, "The God of Heroes whom we follow... was slain by Enkidu, the one you had defeated. Which means that you must be the god he spoke of before he passed! The god who will avenge him, and take his place to guide us! Please hear your servant's plea, and be our new God of Heroes!"

You were hesitant to accept his request. You didn't know if the deceased God of Heroes was fighting to protect his people or to claim one of the seven divine seats in Celestia. You had enough knowledge of Genshin Impact's lore to survive with just Enki by your side, and you were well-aware that if you participated in the Archon War, battling the future Dendro Archon - Greater Lord Rukkhadevata - will be inevitable. At the same time however, you needed more information, more than what the game has already revealed about Teyvat's history.

"... I want something in exchange," you finally said, "If you can give it to me, I will protect you and your people as your new god."

Ushar bowed deeply in gratitude. "Whatever it is that you wish for, will be yours."

You knelt down to his level. "I want information about this world."

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝟐

The picrew below is Enki.

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : @flowwerpot / @myevergarden / @hey-comrade-hold-stil / @genshin-idiot /

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fuwafuwamedb · 4 years ago

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Been Waiting on You (Gilgamesh, Proto Gil, Hakuno, Gudako, Mash)

Naturally, the moment the sparks had come up, Archer Gilgamesh had found himself rolling his eyes. His master, so heavily accustomed to her sparks and her special servants, was already yelling for experience embers and endurance items to be pulled.

“She’s at it again.”

“Gudako has a great summoning rate for these guys,” Mash agreed, grinning proudly to her friend as she pulled the chest of embers towards the summoning chamber.

The servant on the other side of the glass was coming forth, poking at her nose.

“Master-“

The sparks came again, sending Gudako into a frenzy of excitement. She pressed her lips to the strange goddess’s cheek and gave her the affectionate shove towards Mash and the door to leave the room as another servant came forth.

The golden hair drew his attention.

The red eyes gleamed, bringing a groan to Archer’s lips.

His younger self.

No.

His young child self was already around this place, lurking amongst the youths like a plague upon this land. The young man who was coming forth was worse.

Judging by the armor and the hair falling into his face, alongside that smug smile of his, the boy had lost all semblance of restraint. The armor was loose and overly cumbersome, adorned in dozens of carefully woven tassels that clung to the finest of Uruk formal armor. The blades on his back were so childish, truly one of the god Enki’s weaker works-

“Your luck has run out, Master,” the boy purred. “You’ll rue the day you summoned me.”

The boy was a plague.

Gilgamesh leaned his head back as mana prisms popped up in the circle, the summoning continuing even as Gudako squealed like a infantile beast and screeched for him.

“MINI GIL! MINI GIL! GILLY! GILLY LOOK! HE IS SO TINY!”

Gilgamesh pressed the speaker button, glaring at the woman.

“Burn him,” he snarled.

“EXCUSE YOU!”

Both shouted, but there were sparks again, rainbow lights flickering off before something changed.

Gudako turned, her eyes widening as she all but shoved Mini Gil to the door alongside that useless goddess girl she’d summoned. Her arms were held wide, her laugh echoing in the room.

He made a small note not to let the woman around the pharaoh any longer. Her laugh was inhuman.

A slender hand rose up.

The brown hair fanned out around the woman. Her pale skin held a rosy hue, complimenting the red fabrics adorning her person. The golden symbols were unmistakably from his people, although the features of the woman herself were different. Her golden hair ornament, woven amongst the brown hair, gleamed as she sat in the center of the circle.

They all went silent, even the two latest summoned.

The power radiating forth from the girl was immense, but something else…

Gilgamesh found himself standing up, letting the chair he had been in fall to the ground as he pressed a hand to the glass.

Something else about the woman was calling out to him. Something… different.

He knew that face somehow.

He knew that woman.

How though?

“Hello?” Gudako leaned in, bowing her head to look the woman in the eyes.

Those golden brown eyes looked up at her.

“Hello, Master,” the soft voiced woman greeted. “…I am Ruler.”

Ruler…

That didn’t sound right.

“What’s your true name?” Gudako asked, glancing to the monitors nearby, which were showing nothing for once. No information. No details. The screens were all glitching out around them.

The woman pulled herself to her feet, merely giving a soft sigh and heading for the door.

He had to move.

Gilgamesh found himself grabbing the collection of embers, stealing them from Mash as the woman made it to the door.

Those brown eyes stared at her.

“…You’re not allowed to be weak.”

He wasn’t sure what made him say that, but there it was.

The woman was staring up at him, her eyes widening.

Say my name. Remember me.

“Um… is that true, master?” The brunette looked away from him.

She dared to turn back to Gudako when he offered her embers and endurance. Her hands hesitated from taking the offered items from him, as though it were somehow not his place to give her such things.

“Umm… They’re fine for you, Ruler.” Gudako smiled a little, although the feeling didn’t reach her eyes. She moved to her side, picking up one of the embers. “You’ll need all of these and materials. I know sometimes servants take a bit of time to handle the materials that they want. You can take the embers to your room and-“

“Follow me,” he told her, grabbing the woman’s hand before anyone could interrupt.

“Hey-“

“Do not touch me!”

His younger self paused at his snapping, pulling back in surprise. The ruler herself was trying to pull away, but he pulled her between him and the embers, leading her forcefully to the door.

“What room are you placing her in, Gil?” Gudako called after him.

“The one beside my own!”

“Okay! Ruler! Tell me your skills and material needs tomorrow after you have your initial intake of embers!”

“I will!”

She paused with her wave back to their master, her eyes going to him again.

Her face fell, her body slipping out from under his arms.

“What is your real name, Ruler?”

He wasn’t going to deal with this a moment longer. He had to know why this woman made him feel this volatile. The scent of divinity was coming off her, but there was a pull, something that was luring him closer and closer to her.

Ruler shook her head.

“Were you a ruler at all? In your life?”

“The strength that I was given has allowed humanity to survive for over a thousand years. Even now, my capabilities provide something… special to people. Although imbibing too much…”

She was hesitating a lot, her eyes looking him over.

“Do you know me, Goldie?”

“You heard my master address me.”

“Gil.”

The name felt right on her lips.

He leaned in, setting the embers down a moment.

“RULER!”

His younger self’s voice could be heard, the sound of footsteps accompanying them. The woman pulled her attention away, smiling to the pest approaching them.

“Hello.”

“I am Archer-“

“You’re a Proto, whelp.”

The boy glared at him before looking to the woman again. “Prototype Gilgamesh, king of Uruk, king of greatest kingdom in all the world.” His hand swept up one of Ruler’s, pressing his lips to the back of her hand.

Nightingale was onto something with amputation…

“I am ruler.”

“What’s your real name though?”

The woman sighed, shaking her head. “I… I don’t know. Give me time. It may come back to me.”

Archer glanced to the end of the hall, away from where they were going and more towards where the command room was.

Emiya Archer was gaping at the woman.

It seems Faker knows.

He would pay the man a visit soon enough.

For now, he plucked the embers back up in their container and grasped the maiden’s hand.

“Tell the shielder to show you to your room,” Gilgamesh growled to his Proto self.

He had a maiden to show to her room.

A room he would demolish a wall of, in due time.

#drabble #drabbles

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i-rove-rock-n-roll · 6 years ago

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Ishtar!

K, so this myth is dedicated to @ahotpeaceofshit ! (I was going to add emojis of your name, but then was like, no, too much?)

Just as a quick update, I won’t be able to pump out myths as quickly as I did last time (because college is a bitch) BUT I will be trying to get one myth done per weekend.

SO, for those who don’t know, Ishtar (Inanna to some) is a Sumerian goddess of war, love, justice, and other stuff (for those who don’t know, she kinda looks like she’s half chicken, with feet and wings). She has a bunch of cool myths. Fun Fact: She is basically a prototype Aphrodite. The myths traveled and morphed over time, turning her into a Phoenician goddess named Astarte, and eventually, somehow, into the Greek Aphrodite. Crazy right? (There’s actually a great Overly Sarcastic Productions video on Youtube about it) But on with the myth!

“How about another pint?” Enki’s eyes scanned the temple, searching for Inanna. She was always late, a habit she obviously got from her mother’s side of the family.

“Sure,” he said absently. Isimud handed him another mug. Enki scowled. “I went through all this trouble to make dinner and Inanna is--”

“Right here, Father.” His daughter swooped in, planting a kiss on her father’s cheek.

“You’re late, Inanna.” She rolled her eyes.

“I told you, I’ve been going by Ishtar now, Pops.”

“And I’ve told you,” Enki grumbled. “Don’t call me pops.” Ishtar rolled her eyes again and plopped beside him, helping herself to some food.

“Why are you so grumpy anyway?” She asked, mouth full. Enki wrinkled his nose, while she accepted a mug of beer from Isimud and began to chug.

“The mes.” Enki groaned, rubbing his temples. “It’s such a pain. Everyone coming up to me asking for their cities to have the best humans, the best temples, the best of everything. Ughhh...” Ishtar paused for a moment, mid chew, then she lit up.

“I know what’ll make you feel better.” Enki eyed her warily as her wings puffed up in excitement.

“If you think another war between your brothers’ people is a good idea--”

“No, no--” Ishtar’s hands flew up to comb through her hair. “I made things up to them last week.” She winked at Isimud, his two faces turning bright red. “Let’s just say they’ve been intermingling…” Enki groaned.

“What’s your idea?”

“A drinking contest.” Enki looked at her suspiciously, recognizing the look of mischief in her dark eyes.

“That’s it?”

“Of course!” Ishtar turned to Isimud. “Two beers, please.” He slid them over, and Ishtar picked hers up, clinking mugs with Enki. “May the best drinker win.”

Ishtar proved to have quite the tolerance, Enki admitted to himself grudgingly. He glared at his empty mug, which swam before his vision. He couldn’t drink any water, as being a god of the substance, any water would sober him up immediately. Inanna--Ishtar, he corrected himself mentally, slammed her mug down cheerfully.

“Another beer, Isi!” She laughed loudly as both Isimud’s faces scowled at her, then Ishtar squawked loudly, losing her balance and falling onto the floor. She stumbled to her feet, clawed toes clicking against the tile as she sat back up. Her cheeks flushed and her hair wild, Ishtar grinned widely. “Let’s keep drinking, pops!” Enki groaned but accepted his mug. He wasn’t going to lose.

Enki’s head was pounding the next morning, his mouth dry. He sat up slowly, eyes shut tight.

“Isimud?” Isimud pressed a cool glass into his hand, and Enki sighed in relief as his headache began to lessen. “Where’s In--Ishtar?” He tested his vision, slowly cracking open an eye, and winced at the bright light. Isimud scowled.

“Gone.” His left face said shortly, lips pressing into a thin line.

“She took the mes.” Said the right face, an imprint of lipstick still visible on his forehead. Enki vaguely recalled Ishtar’s cooing over the messenger god the night before, but then the words sank in and his blood ran cold.

“She WHAT?!”

“You said the job was stressing you out, Pops.” Ishtar juggled the mes, which she has turned into small orbs of light, rather than keeping them as Enki’s incredibly specific documents. She let one bounce to the floor, rolling from the cloud and plummeting to Earth. Enki winced. “You didn’t have to send a horde of demons after me.”

“Ishtar, you can’t just take what you don’t want.” She stared at her father blankly.

“Why not?”

“You--” Enki sputtered, his shoulders slumping. “I--”

“Do you feel better?” Ishtar’s eyes pierced him.

“Yes.” Enki said. And he did. His chest felt lighter. No more stress. He breathed in deeply, then out. In, and out. Ishtar beamed at him, and Enki gave a long sigh.

“Just don’t screw everything up, Ishtar.”

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st-voisins · 2 years ago

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𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐗

𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐂𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐗 Twenty-three. Senior. Horticulture + Herbology. Member of Student Government. House of Enki.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘:

whispers and rumors circle around seneca no matter where he goes, a dirty little rat scurrying around in the dark. a waking nightmare, suffocating everything and anything within his path— he’ll crush you in your own game and leave you with nothing and yet you’d never quite catch on that it’s him. a master who pulls the strings of others, a con artist with nothing to lose. seneca is cautious and sneaky, playing his cards just right and keeping them as close to his chest as possible— untrusting and hostile towards outsiders, seneca makes sure those near him are taken cared off while others are left in the cold. in all honestly, those silly little rumors that trail behind him are simply that… sad little rumors with no merit— who are you to believe? jealous and hateful and more importantly lack of any proof. a little rat that he is, seneca has a way of caring so deeply for those he keeps near— whether you call it an obsession or not, seneca is fiercely loyal to the end of his days, willing to die for his companions. he may lack a number of them, the few he does know only of his loyalty and the lack of his viper tendencies.

𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐒:

PLAYED BY HAYDEN CHRISTENSEN.

𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂:

𝙎𝙋𝙀𝘾𝙄𝘼𝙇𝙄𝙏𝙔: Blood Magic — seneca is able to use his blood as a way to protect himself, aiding him in being able to create weapons, objects and shields with just his blood alone. through the ability of manipulating his own blood, he can create a range of things that can be useful to him, big or small— pens, swords, spears, shields, glasses… it goes on. LIMITATIONS: Higher blood volume which makes it thicker then a typical person, allowing him to use his abilities without dying ever type he casts a spell. Overuse of his magic results in throwing up, crying blood, fainting/passing out, his body not being able to keep up and rethicken so he can and will result in bleeding out which ends up in death. Can’t re-heal himself/regenerate blood that he already used. Still hemorrhages in massive quantities, much like an average human.

𝙄𝙉𝘾𝙇𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉𝙎: “PRETTY LITTLE THING”; Herbal Remedies — a cute little spell, seneca has always had a thing for plants and anything related so he enjoys creating flowers and other things of that nature. a knack for nature and herbal remedies, he likes to create plants that he knows can remedy things like sour tummies and headaches— learning to enhance the properties of these plants and helping sooth your aches and pains. Detection — a skill in which he can detect anyone because he can sense their blood flow, hear their beating heart from a mile away.

𝙄𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙈𝙀𝘿𝙄𝘼𝙏𝙀𝙎: Teeth Manipulation — seneca is able to manipulate and alter the structure of his own and others teeth, be it causing them to rot out or even fusing them together. he’s been known to make his own teeth sharp and look like a sharks, resulting in awkward stares— but they stop staring real quick when a tooth falls out. Blood-based Photocopying — an ability in which he is able to use people’s blood and create a photocopy of themselves, basically like a doppelgänger. however this ability is on the lower end of the rest of his abilities, as he is still learning how to use it to its full potential. at this very moment, he is only able to make smaller versions of other people or animals and they don’t really speak actual words— just little murmurs and such. the doppelgänger is only present for about 1-2 minutes and can only create about three different people at a time (if he wanted he could do three of the same person, but would need a higher blood quantity to do so.) if he were to do more then three, then he mentally would be drained as this ability takes a lot of mental concentration to do so. LIMITATIONS + MISC: he can use any amount of blood in order to create a person, whether it be blood from a tissue, a paper cut or a prick of a finger— as long as he has it, he can use it. however if he wanted to make more then one person, he needs a higher amount of blood (via a vial.. but he can reuse that vial for a max of 4 times before needing to refresh)it’s difficult to use as he needs a blood source and it needs to be caused by the person he wants to make a clone off, so he can’t do it himself even if he wanted too (hasn’t gotten to that point yet)

𝙋𝙍𝙊𝙁𝙄𝘾𝙄𝙀𝙉𝘾𝙔: Detection, Herbal Remedies.

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SENECA IS PLAYED BY ARTHUR MORGAN.

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Coat of Arms Chapter 1

Inheritance

The fact that she was five years late for her grandmother's funeral notwithstanding, Olivia Kosk had traveled over a thousand miles to get here, and all she got was a wooden box. It sat on the bed, all curved and crooked and organic amid the sleek lines and metals of her hotel room, like nothing anyone would think to avoid. Why had she put this off so long? She pursed her lips. She kicked off her shoes and hung her coat on the hook. She touched the viewing panel on the wall to let in the fading sunlight and bustling street outside, then touched it again to shut it out. The room itself was barely larger than the single bed, but when the outside wall was transparent it felt more open. Slightly. She crossed her arms. She looked at the box again. It was light-colored, with brass hinges and a latch that didn’t lock. And it smelled. Not a bad smell, but a smell at all, and that was strange. It was a little lemony. The patterns were irregular, and parts of it were rough. It was real wood. Authentic wood, from a tree. She’d scanned it to check; it was called pine. Lib leaned against the mirrored wall opposite the bed and stared at the box. There it sat. She reached her foot out and rested it against the side of the bed. This was her inheritance. This was her inheritance? This was what was behind all those messages? All those attempts at contact over the past five years, increasing severely in recent months until finally Martin had simply bypassed the lawyers and showed up in her condo to yell at her? This? Why had she put this off for so long? It was just a box. And there it sat. Martin had inherited Mumu’s house, despite her being older, and she had gotten a box. She knew what he would say to that. “I was here, Libby, and you weren’t.” It was fine. She didn’t want the house. For one thing, it was here. Minnesota. She turned around to face the mirror and leaned forward to tuck her hair behind her ears. She still had time, but not as much as she’d once had. Five years ago she’d had fewer lines. Five years ago, when she didn’t show up to the funeral, her hair had been fuller. Her cheeks, too. She could still make them look full, and young of course, with the right makeup. She could do a lot of things with the right makeup. Five years ago she hadn’t needed it, though. Five years ago her grandmother died. She glanced up and the box was there in the reflection, sitting on the bed behind her. She wasn’t sure she wanted it. She turned around and scowled at it. Why hadn’t Martin just let the collection window lapse? It was so close, so close when he’d shown up. Just another month and it would have passed to their father instead of her. Why hadn’t he just let things be? She didn’t want to be here. She didn’t want this box. Did she? Inheritance. She snorted. It was so clinical. Her grandmother was dead, and she wasn’t there, and they called this strange, smelly box inheritance, and bothered her about it for five years. This was insipid. It was just a box. She should just open it, pack whatever was inside into her bag, and go to sleep so she could return to Seattle well-rested. “I have to go home for the night to collect my inheritance,” she’d told Lace. It sounded stupid in her memory, now, like a little girl pretending to be important. She ran her fingers through her curls. Stupid. She plopped down next to the box, and the overhead lights dimmed, leaving only a small panel behind the pillow to cast shadows through the space. She drummed her fingers on the top of the box, thudding dully, and stared at it through the mirror. She should have come before. Why didn’t she come before? If she had, she would have dealt with all this already. She should have been there. Here. She should have been at the funeral. She should have been in the nursing home. She should have been there on holy days, and birthdays, and any days. Her fingers slowed. She flattened her hand out against the top of the box. It was smooth, and somehow also rough. It wasn’t like any metal or plastic or glass. Maybe she could carry it home like this, and open it there. Wood would certainly attract questions, but there were no regulations against it. Or, she could simply not open it. She could take it home and put it in the closet. And there it would sit until she moved, and she’d have to bring it with her. She’d have to see it every day. She shook her head, and her eyes began to cast toward it. She couldn’t do that. She clenched her jaw, turned, and flipped the lid open. A familiar scent rose up, and Lib gasped. Sandalwood. Mumu. Her grandmother had burned the stuff nearly around the clock. And cinnamon, which she had put in everything from tea to potpourri. And… tears. The jacket. Mumu’s duster. Her jaw trembled as she reached in, slowly, and wrapped her fingers around the edges of it. It was worn, but still soft in her hands, its smooth brown fabric cool on her skin. She was shaken, but her hands were steady, and she lifted the coat from the box. A long, gray-blond hair clung to the right lapel. Mumu. Lib clenched her jaw as a tear made its errant way down her cheek. She stood up and allowed the coat to hang to its full length. The lights flicked back on, and the movement stirred the scents into a stronger miasma in the tiny space. Lib took a deep breath, then collapsed onto the floor, sobbing into the jacket. Slowly, she calmed herself enough to stop shaking and took a deep, slow breath. She held the coat up in front of her. It was old and didn't fit the professional image she had slowly curated over the past decade. Truly, it had been much more appealing when she was fifteen. Still, the scent had brought her back a few years, and with this coat and the right makeup, she could pass for a young twenties if she needed to. It could be useful. It could. She stood, and slung it around her shoulders to slip her arms in. It fell past her knees, a bit longer than it had been on Mumu. Her father had always said she looked like a younger, smaller version of his mother, though she’d never seen it as a child. Mumu had been paler than her, and taller, and her hair was straight, where Lib’s hair was dark brown and curly, like most people’s, with a few red and blond undertones. She grabbed the flaps and shook out the wrinkles, then stopped. There was something odd in the mirror. She looked up, and slowly turned on her heel. “What?” she whispered, and took a step back, bumping her legs against the bed. The worn, brown material was gone, replaced by a deep black fabric, stiff in its newness. She frowned, and sniffed, and rubbed her face roughly. She looked down again, and the coat she wore matched her reflection. She held the now wider lapel between her fingers. What was this? Not cotton. It was rough to touch but felt like it would be warm. She pulled the coat closed around her and saw that it came with three large, silver buttons, and a belt to tie. She paused for a moment and looked back up to the mirror. She ripped the coat off, turning one of the sleeves out, and held it out in front of her again, turning it over frantically in her hands. It remained in its new form, and she threw it to the floor. It landed near the door, and she turned to look at the mirror again, moving closer to check her eyes. Her pupils were normal. She put a hand on her forehead. No fever. She turned back to the jacket and stared at it. She could still smell Mumu. Her com buzzed in her purse, startling her. She carefully fetched it from the shelf by the bed, keeping her eyes on the coat. A red-haired woman appeared on the screen beside the message “Hey, this is Maggie, Martin's wife. We never got the chance to meet before, but we should. Can we do lunch before you go home?” She put it back on the shelf, on top of the book of Enki. Com! She grabbed it again and breathed onto the screen, then pressed her thumb to the side. “Com, diagnostics,” she said and felt a quick pinch in her thumb as the needle breached her skin. “Running diagnostics,” the com intoned back to her, and a list appeared on the screen. “Heart rate elevated. Blood sugar slightly low.” “Check for foreign substances.” “No foreign substances detected.” Lib stared at the device, then looked back at the coat. Where would she have gone to get drugged, anyway? It was Minnesota. “Do you require emergency services?” it inquired. “No,” she said quickly. “No. Scan.” She held the com up and pointed it at the coat. “Record. What is this?” “A garment, overcoat. Designer: unknown. Material: wool. Dye: unknown black. Three buttons. Material: silver, impressed with a sunburst pattern. Belt: five feet, three and a half inches. Overcoat length: five feet, two inches. Pockets: two.” “Stop,” Lib said with a frown and tossed the device to the bed. She slowly picked the jacket up, and held it in front of her, pulling the sleeve right. It really was newer now. And really, just… altogether different. What was it Mumu had said to her when she’d asked for it? It was a lifetime ago. Something like, “We each have to carry our own things.” She’d rolled her eyes. She wished now she had paid more attention. She donned it again, fastened the buttons, tied the belt, and turned to face the mirror. It did look much more professional now. More like her, though it was still a bit long. That almost made sense, given what Mumu had told her. As much as any of this made sense. Which was not at all. She stared at herself for a long time, trying to hold her mind back from where it wanted to go. There had to be a logical explanation for this. She slipped her hands into the pockets and felt something on the left side. She pulled her hand from her pocket and revealed three cinnamon sticks and a small bit of sandalwood. The tears rushed back to her eyes. She took a long, shaky breath. She needed to get a hold of herself; something very strange was happening here. Maybe there was an inside pocket. She patted along the front and sides of the coat. It was flat, smooth. She pulled it open and frowned when she saw inside the flaps. It was lined with pockets. Innumerable pockets. No, they were numerable. They had to be. She let her eyes rove over them, then snap back to the top to count. At a glance, maybe fifteen per side, but she realized that she’d missed a couple. So, a bit more than thirty? She ran her eyes down the length of it again, then pulled it off to lay it out on the bed. The entire back of it was lined with pockets as well. Another fifteen at least. Nearly fifty pockets? What was this? She began to count them in rows. The first row was short, going across the top of the back. Five pockets. Wait, another tucked into the seam. Six. She frowned. Seven? She counted them again. It was definitely five, including the one in the seam. She counted the second row. Eight. She realized one of the pockets was actually a double pocket. She frowned, and shook her head, taking a step back. There wasn’t far to go, but it gave her enough of a vantage to realize she’d never be able to count them all. They shifted. She’d look at one large pocket, glance away, then back and it was two smaller pockets. Her mind edged closer to the place she was avoiding, and the corner of her mouth turned up, unbidden. Mumu had always been mysterious. She donned the coat once more and turned to look in the mirror. It did look good on her. She twisted to each side as she tied the belt around her waist. She straightened the collar. She lifted her chin. It wasn't frumpy. It cut her well. Aside from the blotches on her cheeks and the red in her eyes, she was pleased. She really did look like her grandmother. Same broad nose. Same thin eyebrows. Same freckles. All the things she hadn’t seen before. She ran a finger along her jawline to the back where it squared off at the top of her neck as Mumu’s had. She looked in the box again, to make sure that it was empty, then closed it and set it on the floor. She pulled loose the coat’s belt and turned the flaps out to examine the pockets. She slipped her hand into the small one at the left side breast, about the right size for a small battery pack, and felt something hard and cool inside. She pulled it out, and it tugged a little at the sides of the pocket as she came up with a dagger. She stared at it, looking back at the pocket, which was a bit narrower than the handle - hilt? - and much, much shorter than the blade. Yet out it came, a dagger with an ornate red and gold hilt, and a six-inch blade. Her disbelief was slipping. Why would Mumu have such a dagger? She laughed aloud. Here she stood, in her tiny hotel room, wearing a magic coat, wondering why her grandmother had an ornamental dagger hidden in a tiny pocket in her coat. She tossed the dagger to the bed and reached into another pocket. Her fingers grasped a soft, folded fabric, and she pulled out a greenish-gray pouch that clinked with something metallic. She turned it over into her hand and her eyes grew wide as the gold coins glimmered in the ambient light of the hotel. Real gold was something anyone in her line of work could recognize, rare as it was. She blew out her breath and thumbed them over. Eleven coins. A slow smile spread across Lib’s face. Martin could keep the house. She returned the coins to the bag before setting it on the bed next to the dagger. She held her hand out in front of her. Steady. Good. What else was in these pockets? Something told her she should be recording this, but that part of her brain was apparently tied to her disbelief and was thus nowhere to be found. She pulled out something she couldn’t recognize. It was small, rounded to fit into her hand, and appeared to be a device of some sort, though she couldn’t see any screws or seams that would allow access to its inner workings. It was inlaid with a round, green screen or gem, and it hummed slightly with energy. She frowned and moved it closer to the wall, but didn’t feel any reaction to the charges running through them. Not Teslic. Some kind of darkfounder tech? She set it on the bed, though it remained in the back of her mind as she continued to go through the pockets. She found more bags of coins, with different markings on them, and made of different metals, more daggers, sheaves of paper, a hand mirror, a flask of strong-smelling alcohol, some cloth bandages, and a small notebook, bound in a soft, bluish-green material. She opened the first page, and a saw single-line inscription in a language she didn’t recognize. However, she did recognize her name, the one she shared with her grandmother. Olivia Kosk, though it was smudged, possibly intentionally. She could guess what the inscription said. This journal belongs to… She flipped to the first entry, also unreadable. She fanned through a few more pages and found it was mostly the same, with a few doodles and lists. One page had a heart with a V written in it. Lib frowned. Her grandfather’s name was Darion. Lib closed the journal with a sigh. She’d have to find a translator. Some of what was in there could be awkward, but Mumu wasn’t around to be embarrassed about it anyway. Not that she would be. She’d always been so certain, so sure of herself. Lib looked at the pile of things on the bed. She had the impression that she could continue pulling things from these pockets for quite a while, but that was perhaps something she should undertake in her own home. She opened the front of the jacket again and slipped the journal back into its pocket. It disappeared, leaving the coat as flat and smooth as though it were empty. She should just admit it. It was magic. It was a magic coat. She’d scanned it and the pockets had been empty. It revealed nothing. The pockets were innumerable and could hold much more than they should be able to. This was useful, much more useful than anything she had expected to find. Useful, and valuable. It was much more valuable than any amount of money she’d ever be able to sell it for, but she wondered nonetheless at what it might sell for and grinned as she slipped the ceremonial dagger back into the pocket. The last thing she picked up was the hand mirror, pink with mother-of-pearl on the handle. She turned it over to examine the emerald embedded into the back. She scratched at it with her fingernail. She was fairly certain it was real. Real emerald. Real gold. Real daggers. Real magic. Real - wait. She froze. Something odd in the mirror again. Something had moved. She tensed and looked around the room. It was small, too small for anything to be in here without her knowing. No hidden spaces, no closets. She leaned over and glanced under the bed. Nothing. Just her shoes. She looked back at the mirror on the wall, and saw herself there, holding the mirror. She frowned and took a step closer to the mirror. Something was off with her reflection. It … was it watching her? It smiled at her then, and she jumped back, her pulse rising, eyes thrown wide. It lifted its hand, holding up the mirror, and she saw the emerald glinting in the reflection as she - it - glanced into it. It looked back up and nodded encouragingly to her, and she looked down at the mirror clenched in her hand. When she looked up again, her reflection was normal and shaking. Do it, she told herself. She held up her free hand, and it didn’t shake. Take a look, see what happens. With a steadying breath, she lifted the mirror. It took less than a second, though it felt longer. Her reflection gave her a nod, and the world fell away, as the mirror did from her hand. The bed and the wall it stood against folded down into open empty space. She tried to scream, but the sound was pulled from her lips. She was frozen in the dark, the wide-mouthed gape of her face staring into the void. For a moment, she could feel the edges of herself, and the tug against them by some unseen force, and she was stark against the nothingness, fully real and on the edge of obliteration. Then, she was on a hillside. Lib fell to the ground, her breath caught in her throat. Her vision shook as she stretched her eyes wide. She coughed and looked around. It was night, and she sat in a pile amongst tall grass littered with dark berries, crushing the vegetation beneath her. A nearly full moon lit the landscape. There was nothing, nothing but grass waving above her head. She reached out and brushed her hand over it, and it was soft against her skin. She snapped her hand back. Was it poisonous? She grabbed her wrist and turned to look up the hill, her throat dry and her blood cold. She wanted to scream. Her heartbeat was certainly elevated now. She ran her hands through her hair again, then froze. She shouldn’t do that. She needed to do something. Run? Scream? In times like these, people often resort to doing the only thing they can think of, and this was the case with Olivia Kosk the younger as well. She dropped her shoulders and stared into the grass in front of her. This could not be real. The growing pain in her body brought her back to herself. Her feet hurt, and she blinked to bring them into focus. Her stockings were wet, and the cold had seeped into her toes. She’d left her shoes. She frowned. She’d left her purse, too, with her gun. She’d left her com. And she’d dropped the mirror! She rolled onto her knees and scanned the ground, brushing her hands through the flattened grass, lifting it up in places, poison be damned, but she found nothing. She let out a single sob, then took a deep breath. She brushed her hand over the ground again. It was strange, seeing wild plants and fertile soil in such abundance. She pushed her fingers into the dirt. It was cold, and it smelled. Everything smelled here. Maybe these plants weren’t poisonous. That couldn’t be, though. They’d be contaminated. Where was she? A loud metallic clang rang out from the top of the hill, and she snapped her head up. Shouts followed it down, and more clanging. The sounds carried the cadence of battle, yet there was no gunfire. Machinery of some sort? Why not. This wasn’t real. She hesitated just a moment, then climbed to the top of the hill, the grass brushing against her coat and legs. Whatever was happening, she wouldn’t find the mirror or get back on her own. Still, she pulled the red and gold dagger from her pocket as she reached the top. Beyond the crest, the ground dipped into a shallow valley before it rose again towards greater hills that faded into the darkness of the horizon. In the valley, there were no machines, just four people in armor - men from their voices - three with blue cloaks, and one without. Two bodies lay on the ground around them, their own cloaks and limbs splayed haplessly. The warriors circled each other, the three with cloaks trying to find an opening, but hesitating more than they should. No-cloak seemed to be biding his time. Lib scanned the rest of the field, and found more bodies further off, lying lifeless in the dirt. Across the valley, something moved. The light was dim, but she saw a flash of blue behind an armored figure. He crouched slightly, holding something in front of him. He was aiming. A swell of panic rose in her throat, and she spat it out, calling down into the fray. “Look out!” She pointed towards the shooter. No-cloak spun and brought his shield up in just time to catch an arrow, then stepped to the side and slammed that same shield into another man’s face. The man stumbled back and swung wildly with his sword. No-cloak easily parried the blow, and pushed his own sword into the man’s chest, just under the arm. The man froze, and his sword fell from his grip. Lib gasped, and time seemed to still as the weapon fell to the grass, noiselessly. The body sagged after the sword, and though she couldn’t see his face through his helmet, it seemed he was looking at her. Then, the attacker kicked it off his sword and turned back to the fight. The body slumped on the ground, one of its arms still moving, reaching. Lib covered her mouth. This was very real. She looked up, and the archer was running around the edge of the battle, coming for her. She gasped and turned to run down the hill. She scanned the terrain as she ran, trying to find somewhere to hide. The grass was tall here, but there were few bushes or trees to hide behind. Perhaps in the dark, the grass would be enough. An arrow hit the ground ahead of her, and she shrieked and veered to the side. She glanced over her shoulder and saw him quickly gaining on her, and she stopped and slowly turned to face him. “What do you want?” she asked, and held her hands in front of her, placating despite the dagger, which she turned to balance harmlessly against her thumb. He wore less armor than the others, mostly around the shoulders and wrists, and instead of a full helm covering his face, he wore a smaller helmet that just sat on the top of his head, with a dark blue face mask that covered everything below his eyes. He moved toward her slowly, another arrow at the ready. He said something to her in an angry, guttural tone, muffled by the cloth around his face. She shook her head, not understanding. He gestured with one hand for her to open her coat. She swallowed and slowly pulled it open. His brow dropped into a heavy frown, and he almost lowered the bow. “Mitta?” he said, confused. “What?” she asked. He took another step closer. He wore his sword at his waist, in its casing. Sheath, the word came to her. He swung his bow around to his back and pulled a dagger with a strange, triangular blade, which brandished at her. He gestured for her to drop the dagger. Lib hesitated, weighing her options. She probably couldn’t beat him in a knife fight, and if he’d just wanted her dead, he’d have shot her. She let out a nervous laugh and let the blade fall from her hand. He stepped closer, pointing the blade at her throat. He smelled. His was a bad scent. Sweat. Dirt. Something sour. “Who are you?” he demanded. “What are you doing here?” “I, I, I don’t know.” He glared at her. “ You don’t know who you are, or you don’t know what you’re doing here?” “Um.” She swallowed hard. “I’m Luna. Luna Mitzer.” He stared at her for several seconds longer before he lowered the dagger. “Luna Mitzer. It’s a foreign name. Are you a spy, Luna Mitzer?” “What? No.” She shook her head as her eyes widened again. The dagger was still at hand but lowered. This was as good a chance as she’d get. She saw in his face he knew what she was going to do, but she was faster. She grabbed the sword where it hung and took a step back, pulling it free. It was obvious she’d never used a sword before, though it was not terribly unwieldy. He brought his dagger up reflexively, holding it easily between himself and his stolen sword. “Oh!” he said, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise. “Clever girl. Perhaps you are an assassin, rather than a spy?” She shook her head. “I’m not!” “Then you are a rebel and a traitor, for you have just robbed a knight.” “Shit,” she swore quietly. “Look, we-” His head was jerked back and the dagger came up as a hand wrested his head back by the forehead, and a dagger similar to his own was pushed into his neck, then slid out again. His eyes widened and she heard his surprise, then his choking as he fell forward grabbing at his throat, his own blade falling to the ground before him. No cloak stood over him now, bloody dagger in hand. Oh, but she wanted her gun. She stared at him, and he at her for a long moment before he moved. He took a step toward her and she flinched, holding the sword up in front of her. He stopped and looked at the body. “You’re not supposed to be here.” “What?” she asked. “Is that his sword?” “I suppose.” “You disarmed him.” “Perhaps.” “Perhaps.” His voice was strange from within the helmet, both hollow and muffled at once. He took another step toward her, and she stepped back again. “You move like a fighter, but you hold a sword like a child.” He leaped forward and swatted the blade aside with the dagger he held. She tried to swing it again, but he caught her wrist. He only had a few inches on her but seemed much taller at the moment. “Are you going to kill me?” she asked. “What are you going to do?” “I would rather not. Are you going to fight me?” Lib looked at the sword as its tip sank into the dirt at her feet. She shook her head and relaxed her muscles. Fighting would be stupid, he’d just fought four men on his own. He let go of her wrist and she held the sword up to him. “Keep it,” he said. “You took it from him.” He stepped back, keeping his eyes on her, and knelt to check the body. “Where am I?” she asked. “Did you not bring yourself here?” “I- I’m not sure.” “Are you alright, Miss?” He tossed the dead man’s belt and sheath over to her. “I actually think I’m not. This doesn’t make any sense.” He looked up at her, though she still couldn’t see his face through his helmet, and watched her for a moment. “You’re in the northern wash hills.” “Right,” she said. “How do I get home?” “Where is home?” He pulled off one boot, then the other, and tossed them over. “Those will be a bit big, but better than stockings.” “Um, Seattle,” she said, staring at the shoes, “but I was in Minnesota before, and… this is crazy. I must have lost my mind.” “Were you attacked?” “Before him?” She shook her head. “No.” “Are you a witch?” She frowned. “Um, no.” What a thing to ask. “A foreign agent?” “Definitely not.” He stood up. “Then what are you doing here?” She sighed and opened her coat to reveal the pockets. “Look, I was just in my hotel room, back in Minnesota, and I got this coat.” She slipped the tip of the sword into a larger pocket, and slid it down until it was gone, then gestured to it theatrically. “From my grandmother. Inheritance, you know. One of the pockets had a little pink mirror in it, and when I looked into it, poof, here I was. Well, after the big, scary darkness.” She held her hands out to the sides. “So, yea, I don’t know how I got here, I don’t know what the northern wash hills are, but I’m not a spy. Or a witch.” She quoted her fingers around the last word. “Magic jacket,” he said, quietly. “Yea, apparently.” He watched her for a moment, then lifted his helmet off of his head. It was too dark to see his eyes well, and his hair was pushed beneath some cloth padding that lined his face. “Where is the mirror?” he asked. “I don’t know.” Her tone dropped as her situation sank back into her mind. “I lost it… I don’t know. It was dark and I dropped it. Before I got here, but after I left.” “Yuskon,” he whispered, his eyes widening. Widening, and, now that she could see them, plotting. She narrowed hers. “Please come with me,” he said, suddenly. “What? Where?” “I-” he faltered, and pressed his teeth together. “I could use your help, and I can try to help you as well.” “Help with what?” “There’s a… situation.” She stared at him for a moment, then looked at the body. “Oh, you’re with the rebels. He told me, said I was a rebel and a traitor. So you must be the rebels.” He wavered but nodded. “Yes.” “I don’t know anything about fighting a war. I - my world, it’s been at peace for over three centuries.” Her world. It was the only thing that almost made sense. He tilted his head to the side. “Have they?” “Yes.” “Then why do you know how to fight?” Well, wasn’t he clever. How keen. “It’s just a hobby.” “Strange hobby. What sort of weapons do you use? Bows? You could be an archer.” “Um, look, maybe I can hold my own against some random schmuck in the street, but I’m pretty sure I couldn’t fight you, and I really don’t know anything about war. Or swords. Or bows, actually.” “Miss-” “I’m sorry, okay? But this is all just too crazy. Magic isn’t even supposed to be real, and now I’m just going to jump into the middle of a rebellion?” She shook her head. “It’s too much.” “Magic is real…” “I can’t help you.” “The idea that you’re here now…” “Look,” she said, and paused, expectantly. He paused, almost choking on his words. “Sir Hamalain.” “Sir Hamalain,” she continued. Of course, he was titled. “I get that you’re probably in a rough spot. I’ve been in rough spots, too, but I’m not the person for this.” “We could pay you.” He crossed his arms. “As a hobbyist.” “That’d be great, but it just so happens that I left my com in my hotel room.” He stared. “I don’t know what that means.” “It means I can’t - wait, you’re not gonna pay me in credits, are you?” He laughed. “That’s a strange thing to say.” “Why?” “Of course I wouldn’t pay you with congratulations. You’re not a child, and I’m not a liar.” “Congratulations?” She narrowed her eyes and looked at his mouth. “Say that again.” “Congratulations?” She laughed. “We’re not speaking the same language, are we?” She tapped on her chin. “How are we understanding each other?” He watched her mouth, then looked up again. “Please come with me. You can help, I’m sure of it. My people would be very happy to meet you.” She pursed her lips and regarded him for a moment. “Is it safe?” “It’s a war.” “I mean, your people. Will I be safe there?” He dipped his head softly and brought a hand to his chest. A promise. “You will be safe.” She sighed. “What are you going to pay me with?” “Gold, of course.” She couldn’t help the grin. She sighed. “Well. I suppose I don’t have a lot of options.” They made their way up the hill, alongside each other, but holding a good space between them. Sir Hamalain stopped to tend the fallen bodies. “Mother keep you,” he told each of them, as he laid them straight, folding their hands on their chests. He collected their weapons and bound them up in a sack he made from two cloaks. There was a heaviness about him as they left the site of the battle, and Lib watched him curiously. Mother must be their goddess. Or a goddess. A goddess of the dead, maybe. He kept his helmet off as they moved on. Lib was silent until they’d made some distance. “So, you have a secret rebel base, I guess? Is it underground?” “No,” he answered slowly, glancing over at her. She nodded. “Okay. Is it far?” He looked over at her. “It’s a few hours from here. Are you cold, Traveler?” “Ah, not much. This coat seems pretty effective. Must be magic.” He simply nodded, and after a moment she spoke again. “So, are any of these plants poisonous?” She gestured around them. “The grass? No. Are you hungry? The berries aren’t very good, but there might be something else about.” “Just curious. Wild plants where I come from are poisonous.” “All of them?” “They were contaminated in the last war.” He looked at her sharply. “Didn’t you say that was three hundred years ago?” “The predome folks were a bit over-fond of their weapons of mass destruction.” He didn’t answer that, and they fell into silence. Lib studied the stars, arranged into different constellations. Another world. She started letting herself sink into the idea. Remarkable. Were there others? How could she get there? Could she get back? She’d dropped the mirror in the dark place, did that mean she was stuck here? She shook her head, forcing her thoughts away from that possibility, and ran her hands through her hair. Weren’t constellations supposed to tell you what direction you were going? She should learn how to do that. Of course, she’d probably have to learn different constellations in each world, but that was doable. She could probably create a database of them in her com, once she got it back. If she got it back. She shook her head again, pushing the thoughts from her mind, and focused on what was around her. The air was filled with strange sounds, a series of high-pitched, rhythmic beeps. “What’s making those sounds?” It didn’t seem like the sort of world with much for technology. “The chirping?” he asked. “Crickets. Insects.” He looked at her oddly. “That’s a kind of animal?” she asked, and he nodded. Of course, they still had animals here. Her boots bounced around on her feet as they continued, chafing at her heels. Eventually, the air began to take on a peculiar smell, a salty, almost rotten scent. She wrinkled her nose as it grew stronger. “What is that?” He looked over at her. “That’s the ocean.” “The ocean! Why does it smell like that?” “That’s what it smells like, Traveler.” The plants began to thin around them, and the soil grew drier. The land sloped downward, growing sleek with sand. They found themselves on a wide beach full of large rocks that splayed out into the waves, and tidal pools that glistened in the moonlight. Lib peered into one of them as she passed it and saw a strange, almost gooey creature moving about lazily. She swallowed down a touch of nausea and hurried past. The ocean itself was almost black, but she could see the movement of the water. The rocks that trailed into the ocean grew the further out they went, until they were the size of buildings, blocking most of the wider ocean from view, and creating a relatively calm inlet. Hamalain considered her for a long moment before going over to one of the rocks on the beach and pulling a stick tied with cloth at one end from a crevice. “I hope I’m not wrong about you,” he said. “I’m not a spy,” she told him. “Unless that’s what you guys pay me for.” He narrowed his eyes, and she grinned. “It won’t be up to me.” He struck a match from the pouch that hung at his side, and lit the cloth on the torch, turning his back to her. He waved the torch in an arc over his head, and Lib noted the pattern. Seven waves, with a waver on the third and fifth. Lib set her jaw. Rebels. Pirates, perhaps? This guy, who seemed to be some sort of knight, promised she would be safe, but could she trust that? Where else could she have gone, though? What else could she do? Something appeared in the distance, on the water, coming around the side of the outcropping. It moved steadily over the waves and soon revealed itself to be a small boat. It bore more men-at-arms, one rowing, and the other looking forward to the beach. As it drew nearer, she could see it was made of wood, though a darker wood, perhaps, than her box. It crashed into the sand, and the two men climbed ashore and approached. “Ham,” one of them said, putting a hand on his shoulder. “Looks like you found some.” He nodded at the weapons. Hamalain returned the gesture. “Only a few hours from here,” he said, gravely. The other man nodded. “Who’s this?” the other knight asked, her voice revealing her to be a woman. She nodded toward Lib curiously. “A bit of a mystery,” Hamalain said. “Says she got here through a magic mirror.” “Truly?” said the woman, surprised. “Very convenient. And you brought her here? Are you sure she’s not a spy?” “Not yet,” Hamalain told her. “We should get off the beach,” the man said and moved to hold the boat still. The woman climbed in, then turned to offer her hand to Lib. Lib took a deep breath and looked out over the water. “Come along dear,” the woman told her, nodding as reassuringly as she could through her helm and armor. Lib pressed her lips together, took the hand, and let herself be pulled into the boat. Her boots clonked against the side as she found a seat. Sir Hamalain and the other man pushed the boat away from the shore, jumping aboard as it caught the waves. The woman looked down at Lib’s feet as they began to move out to sea. “Those aren’t yours.” Lib nodded. “I didn’t have shoes when I showed up.” Her voice sounded small in her ears. “She warned me of an archer,” Sir Hamalain said by way of explanation, “then proceeded to disarm him.” “Truly?” the woman said again, turning to Lib. “Yea,” Lib said, staring at the receding shoreline. “I guess.” The woman was silent for a moment, then reached up to remove her helmet, and sat down beside Lib. “Sir Yorhonen.” She held out her hand, though she still regarded Lib cautiously. Her skin was smooth and fair, and she was young, probably not yet thirty, though she held the same hardened look as Sir Hamalain. “Olivia Kosk.” They shook hands. “Kosk?” the other man asked, as they all looked at her. “As in Koskinnen?” “Just Kosk.” Lib frowned. He shared a look with Yorhonen before he answered. “Very well. I am Sir Koskinnen.” He pulled his helmet off as well, and Lib could see the top of a red beard tucked into the cloth that surrounded his face. “Really?” Lib said, and brought her hand to the lapel of her coat, thinking of of the diary. Between the armor and the padding and the dim light of the moon, she couldn’t tell much about them, but there must be something in there about all of this. About the traveling, certainly, if not these people in particular. Maybe it would tell her if there were other worlds, or just the two, although she already suspected there were more. Koskinnen. She watched him as he watched her. After a moment he spoke again. A smile played at the corners of his mouth. “You’re not from Kinnuva.” “I’m from Minnesota.” “I don’t know it,” he said. “That follows,” Lib agreed. She pushed the argument about how she’d gotten here to the back of her mind. Regardless of whether or not there was some undetectable substance in her veins making her hallucinate, she had to act as though this was really happening, and that meant deciding how to act. These three seemed to have opinions about her, though they were willfully buried beneath several layers of "let the boss decide." Hamalain also wanted her to help them somehow, though, and he’d offered payment. She looked at him. “You really think I came here from another world? Because I’m having some trouble swallowing it.” “I’m not sure what to think yet,” he told her. “Kind of a strange conclusion to come to, then, isn’t it?” “Well, you showed up in the hills, miles from any town, with no shoes and a magic coat. And you said there was a mirror.” “The mirror bit’s important, isn’t it?” She leaned back and looked up into the sky. “Can’t believe I lost it. Guess I really should have been there.” She trailed off. “Your coat is magic?” Yorhonen said after a moment, breaking the silence. Lib sat up. “Another explanation is that I’ve been drugged and am now hallucinating, but I checked my com and it said I was clean. Though I suppose I could have been plugged into a darkfounder VR.” They stared at her blankly. She pulled the two flaps of her coat open to reveal the pockets within. “Or magic.” Yorhonen raised an eyebrow and looked at Hamalain. “Interesting.” The boat came around the side of the outcropping, and a pair of ships came into view. Lanterns swung from ropes that crossed the deck, and someone on top of a tall, wooden tower called down when he spotted them. They pulled up to the side of the ship and Koskinnen and Yorhonen tied the ends of the boat with ropes. The boat began to raise, shakily at first, then steadily through the air. The knights put their helmets on and stood up, holding onto the ropes for balance. As the deck came into view, Lib saw that the men she’d thought were pulling the ropes were simply gathering the slack, while a thin man in a long, over-large jacket stood at the rail with one hand extended in front of him. His other hand was tangled in a rope that was pulled taught behind him as he strained against it. Lib stood up slowly when she saw him. She looked to the ropes, which were slack. She leaned forward enough to see over the side of the boat, noting the empty air beneath them, then looked back up at the man. Magic. “No way.” As the boat was brought to rest against the side of the ship, and secured with rope, the mage relaxed and turned to untie his hand. Yorhonen was the first to board, easily swinging her legs over the rail while balanced on one hand. Koskinnen followed suit after her, then turned to offer Lib a hand. When she’d put her feet on the deck, she stopped to look around. It was late and other than the man in the tower and those who had been on the boat with her, there were only a few people about. Two had tied the boat off and now stood to the side, watching her. They had their shoulders pulled in and ducked their heads, trying to go unnoticed, but curious. Their clothes were brightly colored, though dulled in the night, and well worn. The mage massaged his hand as he watched her - unabashed, taking his time. A sentry stood at the rail down the way from them, a large sword on his back, and occasionally peered over at her. Another stood on the other end of the deck, holding a crossbow. Her hair was tied back, and she was a bit better at hiding her curiosity. Hamalain boarded after her, the last to leave the boat. “Are you alright?” he asked Lib. “Fantastic. Kidnapped by pirates, lost my gun, yea, I’m great.” She laughed. “We’re not pirates,” he told her, calmly. “We are rebels, though,” Koskinnen added with a grin. Lib glanced between the two of them. “No comment on the kidnapping?” “Take her to the kitchens,” Hamalain said. “I’ll get the captain.”

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I am excited to announce the public release of the first installment of The Adamah Series. This has been long in the making. It is finally here!

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My non-fiction-based FICTIONAL story about the origins of the satanic system is now available in the Kindle store! Some of you have been waiting for this for years, now you can finally see what the fuss was all about.

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An in-depth exploration of the stories of the universe from Genesis 1:1 to the creation of Adam. Stripping away the vowel points, the mountains of doctrine, the mysticism, and the lies; the ancient texts of the world as well as of the true faith reveal a deep history with entangling storylines, heroes and monsters, failings, and victories. In this story, I attempt to portray the depth and mesmerizing beauty, as well as the forlorn depravity, of the story of this place we call Earth. Climb out from under the rock and see the heavens and world from a new perspective. Filled with creative license and secret inferences, the story unfolds from time-stretched differentials of the world before Adam and continues through the modern day. Input from every culture, every ancient text, every branch of science and every religion, as much I could, went into this scene-driven sci-fi fiction/non-fiction depiction of our true reality.

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I am Nick A. Michael, also called MarshHare. I write mostly about concepts from texts that refer to the faith in the creator that has been alive since the first Adam. I like to try to present an analysis of concepts that are commonly taught so that readers can perceive it from a different perspective outside the standardized norm that has been sold to us from various thrones and pulpits. My life’s work is a sci-fi fiction/non-fiction series that I have been working on for over 15 years – I didn’t keep track of when I first started it. The Adamah Series will be released in installments, and the first one is available right now (April 2019). The series is a composite of all things earth, beginning before the Adam became flesh nephesh. Much of it is written from the perspective of what we call fallen angels to present a unique twist to the origins of our troubles. I also write poetry, much of which I have crafted into songs that are available on my website. My writings contain inferences and suggestions that also relate to my unique experiences in the vast universe of dimensional realities. I’m not trying to sell an idea, just trying to reveal some things that are hidden from us when we trust in the words of other men. My hope is that readers will take some hints that I drop and perform their own research which will lead them to a closer walk with the creator, and help them enjoy life more. for more info visit https://prophetofwar.home.blog

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I began writing this story so long ago… my first guess would be in 8th or 9th grade. I read the following as a child, and it hit home. I took it seriously…

Hosea 4:6 King James Version (KJV)

6 My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, . . .

I have had to research at least some of almost everything in order to be able to present this composite sketch of everything-earth-history. I involve the Indus Vedic texts, the Hittite, Akkadian, Sumerian texts, Egyptian writings, Norse and other Northern texts, MesoAmerican records, Native North American stories, Celtic and Briton epochs, forgotten realms such as the Thracian, Tartarian, Tarshish, Scythian, Parthian, and others. Not just the civilizations, but also those who were in the lands before them. I involve disregarded texts including Baruch, 2nd Esdras, the pre-Christian biblical records, ‘The Marriage Of Martu’ and ‘Enki And The World Order.’ I dissect the Hebrew texts and cross-reference the tattered remains as they are released to the public, removing the mythical nonsense that has been applied to it. I apply physical and metaphysical science, philosophy, sociology, psychology, quantum entanglement, time and space compression, and so much more. I incorporate so much data into this to make it synchronized and compressed and even include input from many modern scholars. Yet, I kept it readable and entertaining and avoided filling it with the pointless and misdirecting drivel of modern translations.

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http://sananda.website/message-to-humanity-and-the-earth-it-is-time-by-james-gilliland-november-1st-2017/ Sananda Love is our new reality - MENU -HomePerspective On The New RealitySanandaMeet-ups Around The WorldAbout usQuestions and AnswersContact Message to Humanity and the Earth: It is Time by James Gilliland, November 1st, 2017 Per Staffan November 5, 2017 James Gilliland November Update Message to Humanity and the Earth: It is Time by James Gilliland November 1, 2017 We are going to reveal some information that will be similar too and as controversial as a message delivered over 2000 years ago. Yet this message will not be in fables and allegory it deals with facts We are going to reveal some information that will be similar too and as controversial as a message delivered over 2000 years ago. Yet this message will not be in fables and allegory it deals with facts. This story goes back over 460,000 years. It is time for America and the World to wake up, grow up and end the ignorance in beliefs that have nothing to do with God or the origins of Humanity. You no longer have the luxury of remaining in ignorance and acting outside of Universal Law. What is being done in the name of God and Country is an abomination. Now at the expense of being labeled as spiritually and politically incorrect, which is another mind control program we are going to drop some heavies on you. Only when you know the truth, only then can you break the chains that bind you. The chains consist of a long history of lies and deceptions upon which people depend upon to base their reality. You no longer have the luxury of remaining in ignorance and acting outside of Universal Law. What is being done in the name of God and Country is an abomination. The Earth has been visited and colonized many times going back over 600 million years. Anunnaki means those who came from Heaven to Earth. Some operated under Universal Law and were in service to Creation others were self-serving taking advantage of primitive people There were many attempts to colonize Earth and many Star Nations were involved. The Earth has been visited and colonized many times going back over 600 million years. Yes, artifacts have been found proving advanced humans lived on the Earth over 600 million years. Human foot prints alongside of dinosaurs not to mention Trilobites crushed by boots worn by early off world explorers are part of the archeological record. This also includes advanced vehicle parts and jewelry a minimum of 500 thousand years old. Anunnaki means those who came from Heaven to Earth. Some operated under Universal Law and were in service to Creation others were self-serving taking advantage of primitive people. There were many attempts to colonize Earth and many Star Nations were involved. They have come and gone due to great wars, cataclysms such as pole shifts, meteor impacts and massive volcanic eruptions not to mention tsunamis. Some were multiple events happening at once. In the Vedic Scriptures they talk about great ships, some physical, some pure energy, even magnetized light ships along with Merkabas, spiritual masters appearing as light ships. They gave explicit descriptions of their weapons heat and sound seeking missiles, along with what can only be described as atomic weapons. There are great sheets of glass where this technology was unleashed in the Gobi Desert and in India. When some of these weapons were unleashed according to ancient accounts forests were set ablaze, armies were destroyed, the flesh melted off of elephants and the ground is till radioactive to this day. Your pyramids and other stone monuments some beneath the sea are a testimony to these people. This includes the latest uncoverings in Greenland and Antarctica. Archeologists and Geologists are aware of these major cataclysms and ancient civilizations. Governments and religions also know about this so why has it been kept hidden? To keep you ignorant, divided, and maintain the status quo. The real question one should be asking is who is behind the separation game? Who stands to profit?? The real question one should be asking is who is behind the separation game? Who stands to profit? This is going on to this day with Antifa, Black Lives Matters, Open Borders, major religions and political organizations all funded by the very same people. We have said many times the right wing and the left wing is the same bird yet what we are missing is who is the head of the bird and it is global. Everything else is a very destructive distraction. People are having their own victim patterns used against them manipulated into emotional storms of hatred and violence serving the very people they profess to be against totally ignorant of their handlers. Do you know what is feeding on these energies? Take a guess. Who are the dividers? Who sits at the top of the war and disease profiteers? They own your religions, your politicians, your lame stream media, even most of your monetary systems. What many do not understand is they own your mind and the last thing they want is for you to take the red pill. This information is the red pill. Even when you think you know the truth there are usually layers of twists and turns, psyops operations designed to manipulate your beliefs. They have done such a good job of creating division and separation over the years including financing both sides of every war since Napoleon many are so busy judging, fighting and fearing each other they never stop for a moment and ask where did their grudges and racism come from? Their history was all one big manipulation. Including religions that demonize and sponsor actions that bring harm to others. Actions outside of Universal Law which supersedes your religions. People are having their own victim patterns used against them manipulated into emotional storms of hatred and violence serving the very people they profess to be against totally ignorant of their handlers. This all began 460,000 years ago when the Anunnaki who were ancient Lyrans – a very large race came to Earth. Upon arriving they found a knuckle dragger known as the Denisovan man and added their DNA to his/hers. This was one of the ancient humans that were evolving naturally. They needed them to mine the gold to save their planet which was degenerating every time it looped around our sun every 36,000 years. What began as a win/win situation, higher genetics and an evolutionary quantum leap on the Earth human side and getting the gold, they needed to save their outpost, Nibiru devolved when some of the Anunnaki fell. Many began breeding with the hybrids, Enki the scientist and creator god also began upgrading the hybrids to create a more perfect human and Enlil, the general wanted the experiment to end once they got their gold. The story of Adam and Eve has merit when you know the science and the players. Did you know the one in charge of taking care of the new hybrids was named Mama? Is it starting to come together? This is one of the origins of your image of the all loving all forgiving creator and the jealous wrathful genocidal god. I am using little g for a reason. The jealous, wrathful genocidal god was the image Jesus came to erase when he brought the new covenant the image of an all loving all forgiving God. He came to erase the images of the past and heal the collective trauma and ignorance as to the true nature of God. It is the one consciousness that encompasses all consciousness on all planes and dimensions throughout the multiverses, the Creator within all Creation and the access point is within. It is not external as so many of your religions would like you to believe. It is the spark that sits in the seat of the soul next to the heart which can ignite into the full flame when accessed and activated. These bearded Gods were the origin of many of your religions and myths of old. The demigods were the offspring of the gods mating with the upgraded versions of the more primitive man/woman. Many of the Egyptian leaders were demigods, half Anunnaki half Human. The second generation coming from the failed colonies of Atlantis and Lemuria. Now before you scream blasphemy hear this out. It is the solution to world peace. An end to war if you awaken to how things truly unfolded on Earth. You have to know your real history of Earth to end the separation game between you, God and the Creator within all Creation. How can you or anyone else be separate from Omnipresence, the unified field of consciousness and energy? How did this separation game begin and who were and are now behind it? Who is perpetuating fear, guilt, unworthiness, class separation, hierarchies of power and wealth? It all goes back to your true ancient history. Marduk, one of the sons of Enki, wanted total supremacy over the Earth even if it meant warring on his own people. He made a pact with the Draconians or Reptilians along with other fallen ETs then waged war only to be eventually betrayed when no longer needed. To this day we have been under Draconian Law or what some call the Archon or Draconian Grid. This next question has but one answer. Why is there so much inhumanity, satanic child sacrifice, pedophiles, war, disease, racism, pain suffering and senseless death? Could the inhuman acts possibly be planned, sponsored and set into motion by non-human entities? Do you really think we got here with all the wars, disease, pollution, inhumanity and what looks like an all-out war on creation by ourselves? It’s time to wake up, grow up, dispel the ignorance and put an end to this separation game. It is the solution to personal freedom. The gross uneven dispersal of wealth, the manufactured lack and enslavement through dependency, the planned obsolescence, the withholding of clean fuel-less energy, the cures for most disease, the all-out war on creation all points back to a network at the top of which are unseen entities some call Archons, demons, reptilians, malevolent greys and fallen Anunnaki. Forget about your need to be right, your religions, your politics, transcend your cultural and religious programs unify and address the real problem. That is the solution. The real problem is you have been manipulated for eons by some very dark unseen negative influences, the puppet masters behind the mega elite, the banksters, most political and religious leaders and others who in ignorance do their bidding. You have been brainwashed into playing the separation game. The good news is this is about to come to an end.. The real problem is you have been manipulated for eons by some very dark unseen negative influences, the puppet masters behind the mega elite, the banksters, most political and religious leaders and others who in ignorance do their bidding. You have been brainwashed into playing the separation game. The good news is this is about to come to an end. The Earth is in the boondocks, in the outer most corner of the Milky Way virtually ignored by the rest of the multiverse which had its problems. Many of you, most reading or listening to this newsletter have had lives where great wars were fought and won in the Orion System.Spiritually and technologically advanced artistic people were devastated by these invaders often caught off guard due to their peaceful nature. Most of these wars were in the 4th dimension. These Draconian wars spilled out into other systems as well bringing into the conflict the Pleiadeans, Arcturians and Andromedans. The inner worlds closer to galactic core have been cleaned up and now it is time for Earth. It is the last hold out for these destructive, self-serving entities seen and unseen. The unseen negative forces have been cleaned up within the fourth dimension, most of the puppet masters on Earth have been dealt with down to less than one percent. The Archon or Draconian grid is down, a new 5d grid is in place. In the next two months, you are going to see a great unraveling of all that was aligned with the Archon or Draconian grid. This is a trans dimensional war in consciousness and it has already been won. The armies of God are not just Ascended Masters, Angels, Saints and Sages. They are multidimensional and they have their ships You need not worry about the ETs and ships that are coming it’s the ETs and Ships that have always been here. The armies of God are not just Ascended Masters, Angels, Saints and Sages. They are multidimensional and they have their ships. As described in your ancient text, some are physical, some energy, some magnetized light ships. Some have beings which are physical, some pure energy and some also have magnetized light bodies such as the Andromedans many mythologically call Arch Angels. You need not worry about the ETs and ships that are coming it’s the ETs and Ships that have always been here. The benevolent Anunnaki that continued to evolve are returning. They are within the 6th to the 9th dimension. There is a recall so to speak of all the fallen Anunnaki that stepped out of Universal Law. They are having to stand before the Higher Council and explain themselves. Some will be rehabilitated, some will be recycled back to Source. The reptilian energies they were working with will experience the same fate. Most have already left back to their home world where they are isolated so as to never return. The Andromedans in the 7th dimension the council of which most others go to for advice are also helping with this matter. The Arcturians are also assisting. The Orion Council of Light who have the most experience in dealing with these entities are playing a paramount role in the planetary liberation of Earth. Great battles were fought and won in the Orion system. The Pleiadians who have the greatest stock in human, plant and animal genetics which were major tera-formers in the past creating the colonies of Atlantis and Lemuria will also play a major role in the restoration process. The Earth was never meant to go in this direction, it was created to be an Eden where all life could evolve to its highest potential. It was hijacked. This is about to be reconciled. They are having to stand before the Higher Council and explain themselves. Some will be rehabilitated, some will be recycled back to Source. Many are already observing the ships coming in on many different levels depending on their sensitivity. NASA is fully aware of massive ships miles long in various shapes and sizes. Do not forget they are a part of the network as well and if you base your beliefs and trust on what little they have shared with you again you are placing severe limitations on yourself. They, the debunkers and planned opposition controlling the narrative within the UFO and science community are about to have major egg on face. Those within the Government, the press all will soon have some major explaining to do considering the fact that ships have been here and have been coming and going before Egyptian times. What is going to happen when they suddenly appear in mass. They have already been appearing despite the censorship over major cities to acclimate the people yet something very big is about to happen. Most likely you are a part of it knowingly or unknowingly. People in all walks of live are being initiated, activated and coming into remembrance of why they came to Earth. They are remembering other lives, other civilizations some of which they incarnated in the past. They are waking up to the fact that something just isn’t right, never has been right and the real reason why they never fit in. They were never supposed to fit in. They are the ground crew and are here to liberate humanity and the Earth from a very sick controlling elite. An elite that has been influenced, taken over and in some cases in total submission to these unseen negative influences. This is the core issue make no mistake. The only question now to ponder is who do your serve? You don’t have the luxury of continuing on the wrong side of the fence The Earth is ascending to the next level. What most of you call Inner Earth Beings are assisting along with Ascended Masters, Saints, Sages and what some call Ultradimensionals or Off Worlders, spiritually and technologically advanced beings. The puppet masters most of which have been removed is leaving their puppets to flounder. The draconian grid is gone giving virtually no support to the puppets, the bankster elite war and disease profiteers, disempowering and deceiving religious leaders, crooked self-serving politicians, the child sacrifice and pedophile network is being exposed and let’s not leave out the shenanigans of Holy Wood. Everything that does not align with Universal Law which is pressing in along with the 5th dimensional energies enforced by what some call the armies of God/Great Spirit/Creator will come to an end. The days of tyranny, predators and parasites are coming to a close. Everything that is not frequency specific to the new 5th dimensional energies, Universal Law, what some call Unity consciousness must transform or come to an end. Put that on CNN. A very short-lived network. You will see very shortly a complete overhaul of global economics. You will see the fuel-less energy devices, frequency healing devices and the suppressed cures to most disease coming forward. What many call the swamp will be drained globally. Universal Law what can easily defined as Universal Peace, Brother/Sisterly Love, Individual Freedom and Prosperity for All will be the law of the land. The Star Nations will be instrumental in cleaning up the environment and with their advanced technology it will happen very quickly. This is your destiny. It is Earth’s destiny. It is supported by the Beautiful Many Masters, Saints, Sages, including the Spiritually and Technologically Advanced Off World beings, your ancestors some of which are referred to as Ultradimensionals. It is by edict of the real God/Goddess, Creator/Great Spirit whatever name you wish to call it. The sacred circle of life will be honored, the hoop mended. This is an individual and collective experience. How you participate is up to you however I would advise not to go against Universal Law nor hinder the awakening and healing process within yourself or others. Karma is being exponentially accelerated. All will be revealed. The ground crew is being activated. People from all walks of life are coming forward. The real invasion happened a long time ago when advanced beings heard the call and chose to incarnate and assist in the awakening and healing process. It is still happening with the young masters coming in despite all efforts to suppress them. The soul activation is on, the switch flipped, everything is in place and the end of the tyrants seen and unseen is unfolding as we speak. That is the Big Event. Despite any false flags, attempts to create WW3, suppress individual freedom, unleash death and destruction and create chaos the tyrants will fail. It is their destiny. Let’s all do our part by adhering to Universal Law, refusing to participate in anything which would cause harm to humanity and the Earth and hold the leadership, political, business, and religious to the same standard. You are not alone. The greater force is with you. What is all boils down to is: Are YOU creating Heaven on Earth? Are YOU living according to Universal Law? Pass this on far and wide, it is a solution. 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