Part 12 (1/2)

”What happened anyway?” I asked.

She looked away. ”We infiltrated the castle and retrieved the information but it was not what we expected. --Rath is in league with Kric' tu.”

”So I've heard. Who is he?”

”If evil walked, it would be Kric' tu.”

”That sounds bad.”

”That's not the half of it,” she said with grave concern. Her eyes met mine and burned into my soul. ”He is using using Gaza to destroy Vrin.” Gaza to destroy Vrin.”

CHAPTER 11.

A TWISTED KNOT.

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”Alganah stepped forward and spoke the words written in the ancient text of the Marathil. The sky grew dark as coal and the stones of The Circle of Ghosts began to glow. A screech emanated from within The Circle, so loud it brought the gathered people to their knees. With desperate fingers they dug at their ears. Their eyes began to bleed. The haunted stones hummed an awful accompaniment in time with the screeching wail.

”Alganah continued to speak the words of the Drahdoos. 'Te nerith oon, Tus danor bal!' His words were swallowed into the chaos forming in the center of The Circle. He spread his arms wide and his body began to shake. 'I trade my life for yours!' he screamed. Two ghostly hands pushed forth from the violent maelstrom and clutched him in their delicate grasp. With devastating force they pulled him in. The ground shook as chaos sucked up into the sky and clouds pushed away in all directions.

”When the dust cleared a man lay in the center of The Circle, naked in the rays of the sun. He had come. The prophecy had been fulfilled.”

Corel reached out and turned to the next page in the thick musty book. I continued to read.

”For days we sat outside the sacred place. The dark one did not move. Men and women prayed and cried. Others went mad and leaped into The Circle in desperation. Their bodies blew apart in pieces so tiny they seemed to vanish in the air. Holy men preached and the people fasted. On the fifth day he began to stir. Rising from the ashes of his birthplace he walked in his nakedness to the edge of The Circle and stared out at the mult.i.tude. He spoke. 'I am the maker of chaos, the keeper of darkness. Why have I been summoned?'

”A holy man stepped forward. 'Thornis must be king. Only the G.o.d of power can grant his request.'

”'And if I refuse?'

”'Then I will send you back!'

”The dark one hissed, stepped backward, and lifted his arms. His body contorted into a hideous gesture. 'I WILL NOT GO BACK!' A tremendous flash blinded those who looked on. The ground trembled. And all that remained was silence, and pain.”

I leaned back in my chair and looked at Corel over the dusty tattered book. Armadon paced by the door of the dimly lit tent. ”The people unleashed a demon from chaos,” I stated with disbelief.

”Not just any demon.” Corel put her head in her hands. ”Supposedly the creator of chaos.”

”Are you saying he's the devil?”

”I'm not saying anything.” She looked up at me. ”It's the people who say it.”

I got to my feet, my fingers moving across the surface of the book. ”It's time I shared something with you.” I chose my words carefully. ”I, ah-- know the nature of this place.”

Armadon stopped pacing. Corel stared on with curiosity.

I looked at them.

”Go on,” they said in unison.

”We are, sort of sleeping,” I stated.

”That's ridiculous!” Armadon's voice boomed out. ”I haven't slept since I arrived!”

”Let me finish,” I said sharply. Wow! Wow! He was on my side and he still made me nervous. I left a wary eye on him. ”Are you familiar with REM sleep?” He was on my side and he still made me nervous. I left a wary eye on him. ”Are you familiar with REM sleep?”

I looked at Corel. She nodded. I glanced over at Armadon. I gathered from his squinting eyes that he was not.

”There are four levels of sleep during the normal human sleep cycle, which takes about three hours. We go from level one to level four and back again, always in REM just before we awake. Think of it as submerging yourself in a pond. Above the surface you are awake but as you go down deeper into the water you go deeper into sleep. The shallowest is level one, which is where REM occurs. REM stands for rapid eye movement. It's where you dream all those funky things you can barely remember when you wake up. As you go down through levels two and three you go deeper into a restful sleep, the last of which is level four. Level four non-REM sleep is a rejuvenating sleep. Are you following?”

”I'm a.s.suming there's a point,” Armadon quipped.

”There is indeed. You see, we are not in level one. We are in a simulated dream state in level four non-REM. As we speak, a computer is being used to stimulate our minds into a low level active state.” I walked over to Armadon. ”Whenever Armadon does something the computer remembers it and alters my perception of this world to fit Armadon's change. If I were to slide this table the computer would change each of your perceptions as to where this table is.” I gestured towards the roof of the tent. ”The cognosphere remembers every tiny detail as we are changing things.”

”All this is very fascinating, but why?” asked Corel, beginning to squirm in her chair.

”There are many whys. Can you be more specific?”

”Why are we in here and why can't we wake up?”

I paused. ”Apparently the ten of us have all suffered damage to our brains. We are unable to wake up-- because we are all in comas.”

Corel squinted at me. ”How do you know all this stuff?”

”I've had contact with the outside, with the scientists who are conducting the experiment.”

Both looked at me with faces devoid of expression. I was sure their minds reflected the same blankness.

Finally Corel stammered, ”Th- that's not possible. We... Technology isn't that advanced! How is this possible?”

”Well obviously it's very possible. I don't know why, or how, but it's the truth as I know it. Why else would we have memories of another place and another life?”

”Can you prove this?” asked Armadon.

”I can let you talk to the scientists yourselves.”

Armadon feigned a look out the door of the tent. ”Let's a.s.sume for a moment that what you say is true. How does it fit in with the events occurring around us?”

”I've thought long and hard about that one but I'm afraid I don't know. What I do know is that these events are real to us. And as the death of Humphrey can attest, if we die in here, there's no coming back. As for the advent of Kric' tu, I don't have the slightest clue. Vrin was created by the scientists and they say we are finis.h.i.+ng the work they started. But it would appear appear that life on this planet existed for that life on this planet existed for centuries centuries before our arrival. These people have lives and a history.” I paused and thought a moment. ”Vrin's history before our arrival. These people have lives and a history.” I paused and thought a moment. ”Vrin's history could could be a series of made up events that have transpired from the intricacies of this environment. Maybe Kric' tu was just a mistake.” be a series of made up events that have transpired from the intricacies of this environment. Maybe Kric' tu was just a mistake.”

”A pretty big big mistake,” said Corel. mistake,” said Corel.

”Perhaps supernatural components were added to the program to simulate our own folklore and myth.”

Corel stood. Her hands went to her hips and she began to pace. ”Kric' tu is instigating events that could destroy destroy this planet. Can't those scientists stop him?” this planet. Can't those scientists stop him?”