Prelude to New Descendant

Opening scene

 

"Those who tell the stories, rule the people.”  

                                

 Navajo

 

 

 

 

 

    

Seasoned alder wood crackled in the river rock fireplace as the smoke from an old man’s pipe curled its way to heaven, dancing among the cabin’s rafters. The elder sat in his cane chair, contemplating. For as long as he could remember, he had been The Keeper, the living repository of his people’s ancient history.

 

Tonight he reflected upon a particular story, one he believed contained an ancient prophecy. His father and grandfather had impressed upon him that this sacred story must never be forgotten. It had been repeated to him until he had memorized every last word. To keep it fresh in his memory, the old man often recited it to himself.

 

“In the long ago, things were not as they are now. The land was bare, the oceans and skies were empty. When the Old Ones arrived, they decided to make this world their new home. They created plants and animals to live on the land, they filled the oceans and skies with life and when they were satisfied, they built great monuments to mark the passage of time. This was the first age.

 

In the second age, a new being appeared, humans. Peace existed among the races until something happened. The humans became jealous over the secrets of the Old Ones. Many of the Old Ones became fearful, for the humans were as children, not ready for the great knowledge the Old Ones possessed.

 

Then the third age began in terror. A few Old Ones had created strange beings to fight for them but these new beings had their own ideas. Some became monsters, allied to none. Others began to take sides, some for the Old Ones, some for the humans. War entered the world. Elders from all the races sent emissaries to each other hoping to end the fighting now raging across earth. The Great Council was born. It was agreed that the secrets of the Old Ones were too dangerous for anyone to keep. Too many of the Old Ones had died in the wars and the human race was not ready to use such knowledge responsibly. So it was agreed that the secrets of the Old Ones must be kept hidden until their return. Perhaps in time, the humans would be ready and so the Old Ones planted a seed that would one day become their descendant.

 

Forbidden secrets were scattered among four trusted tribes, The Little People, The Nymph Nation, The Earth People and The Eagle Nation. Keepers were selected from the tribes of man, guardians of The Tablet. To keep the secrets safe, the human allies agreed to stop the practice of writing, that is why to this day, some tribes have no written language. The Tablet must not be shown to anyone other than the Descendant.

 

 

In the fourth age, the blood of an Old One will bring the secrets back to life and so begins a new world.”

 

The old man stared into the center of the flames, his mind drifting through time and space. Earth’s ancient monuments still stood, marking the passing of time, counting down to the dawn of a new age.

 

           

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