The Source: The Prologue

Prologue

        3,746. The current year in the solar system known as A-07, in technical terms. The official name of the system is Del’rafa il isk’manal, or The Source of Life, commonly abbreviated as The Source. There are nine planets in the one system, The Source. Inopportunely, it is the first year of the Great War. All of the planets of the system are head-to-head in an all-out clash, causing the most important planet, The Carrier " a large, metallic-like planet which fills the duties of delivering all of the race’s younglings to their respectable civilizations, after they have been born by a most honorable class of worker, the Breeders " to be disrupted and malfunction. The other eight planets are described as follows:

            I’din Janaul, the eighth planet, is the home of the race known as the I’din. This race carries a unique aspect, its survivability. Their planet is engulfed in forests and jungles. Small towns scatter throughout the city, one large kingdom in the middle named The Sanctuary. The I’din are a lightly green-tinted race, taller than average, and very skilled in archery, swordsmanship, and survival.

            Ra’vadel Janaul is the seventh of all the nine planets. The Ra’vadel race is highly adapted to their city-like life and their pollution. Ra’vadelians rule the entirety of superior-grade technology, mechanical expertise, and radioactive weaponry. Their home planet is nearly covered in towering skyscrapers and unbelievable technology, which in turn is clouded in smog. Most that live here and have not adapted to the pollution are required to wear anti-pollutant safe-suits, at least until they are able to resist the pollution.

            Dar’imen Janaul, which is the sixth planet, sits in the darkest part of the solar system, although it is not the farthest from the sun of The Source. The natives of the land, the Dar’imen, like this planet the way it is, however. The darkness allowed them to adapt, giving these blue-purple humanoids unique skills, which in turn gave them the ability to do things such as see in the dark, hunt in pitch black, and so forth. Naturally conniving and persuasive, as well as extremely agile and skilled in the arts of craftsmanship, this race lives on a large, desert-covered planet. Their homes are commonly in sand-dunes, and secret passages are commonly found underground. Being very expansive, cold, and open, makes this land difficult to survive on.

            Ji’dule Janaul, coming in at fifth of the planets, is one of the largest. It is home to a race of small, pale creatures. Their planet is more plains than anything else, although forests, as well as deserts, and arctic areas are found at times in their respectable places. The Ji’dules often spend their time inside, studying magical arts and researching the universe, as well as scientific study, and genealogy.

Ka’vadagin Janaul is the fourth and the largest planet of them all, home to the kingdom known as The Faction, a scientific, yet medieval styled empire. The continents of this planet are nearly covered in large kingdoms made of both stone and steel. Their peoples’ main weapons are blades with laser-like, sharper ends, as well as guns that shoot off lethal rays of light.

Magarius Janaul is the third planet and is the most religious home, giving abode to a race known as the Magarius who belong to a very faithful and deep religion called The Clericarian Faith. Their architecture is symbolic of their ancestry, their people wearing clothes that their original ancestors did, and following thousand year old traditions. The planet has no other military other than one; the Divine. Those chosen by the Clericarian Supreme are the ones that decide upon who join the Divine and which branch of the military they enter. From a very young age, they are raised to be ultimately powerful masters of magical ability, swordsmanship, marksmanship, and agility and are one of the most feared and most respected types of soldiers within The Source.

Hef’aleem Janaul enters as second of them all, as well as the most resource wealthy planet. Following no specific religion, ideals, or requirements, the Hef’aleem simply focus on resources. What is their resource? A mineral named Ik’banal, or The Essence. When correctly converted, it can take the form of any other mineral in the galaxy. The Essence is also the sole carrier of magical energy, giving powerful abilities to those wanting in on magical power. Their planet is almost entirely arctic, and is almost entirely dotted with mines, gathering their primary resource.

The first planet is unnamed, and correctly so. This planet is entirely molten lava, other than semi-large continents made of hardened rock. Only one race lives here, completely isolated from all others; the Bindibascius, a barbarian-like race made of what appears to be rock. Only minimal research can reveal that they require no sustenance and are emotionally lacking. All other facts of the Bindibascius are unknown.

The ninth planet is one that all others are relative with. After the declaration of peace, all other planets agreed to create this metallic and uninhabited land into a breeding ground. For safety reasons, all of the races are bred on this one planet, and when the newborns of the race reach a suitable age, they are sent to their respectable planet and are adopted by an accepting family.

 

            The gears buzzed and the red alarms of the incubation room began flashing. Outside the large glass pane, buzzing could be heard. The three-month-old opened its eyes, fuzzy light clouding the limited sight. It looked about, confused, while odd-looking figures raced through the hall on the other side of the glass pane in a blur. Suddenly, the large metal gate to the right of the window creaked open, two bulky robotic arms prying it agate. It barely opened enough for dozens of doctors to sweep in and swiftly grab the children within the room and take them out.

            The newborn stared as the others wailed about, being quickly stolen from the room. To the left, another large glass window showed the outside; space, large escape pods being fired off left and right. In a moment’s notice, giant, rough hands grabbed the sides of the newborn and quickly raced with it out of the room and into the hall. Here, the alarms were loud and deafening. The corridors were engulfed in dark red lights. Soon, doors and other large glass panes were being zoomed by the newborn as it was charged down the hall towards a massive steel door. The door opened and the carrier of the newborn stepped in.

            This room was colossal, and to the front there were gigantic, circular, metal pod doors. A staircase led upwards to another row of this; and so on this pattern was continued. The holder of the newborn ran up the first set of stairs, then the next, and the next, until they were at least a dozen stories upwards. An unused pod towards the end of the row was spotted and the carrier darted towards it. They quickly began pushing strange symbols on the pad beside it, and it then swiftly opened. Within was a small, padded cradle, which the newborn was placed onto. The child finally looked up at the man that had carried it. They stared at one-another for a time, until the carrier was no longer tense. He let out a light smile towards the child, and then pressed a few more of the symbols and the pod silently closed shut.

            A rumble began and still the newborn remained calm. The pod began to shake, then finally took off, shooting into the void only known as The Source. On both the front and back sides of the pod were windows. On the front, of which the newborn was facing, was The Carrier. Small explosions were seen across the face of the large, metallic planet. To the left and right, hundreds of thousands more escape pods littered the sky, the same going for the other end of the pod.

            The escape pod remained almost entirely silent for a little over a half hour, until gears began whirring about the newborn. Metallic click and clack noises were made, small metal arms prying from the walls of the escape pod. At least half-a-dozen arms worked to assist the newborn " supplying adequate amounts of food, changing the child, and giving needed warmth.

            The pod the newborn was in whipped through The Source with amazing speed, hurling towards any of the nine planets. All that could be done now was nothing, as time needed to take its course.

 

 

 

            About a week or so later, the pod arrived to a large planet, barreling towards it with swiftness. A vulgar noise was formed and the escape pod that contained the newborn slowed almost to a halt as it approached a humungous city. In the distance, a towering skyscraper opened a massive gate on its side. The pod slowly landed on the steel platform, and then bolted itself to the ground.

            All that could be seen by the infant were tall figures, racing throughout the room, aiding the many other landing pods. Eventually, the pod that contained the newborn opened, letting in, surprisingly, clean air and a large amount of what took the appearance of steam. Many tall figures approached the pod, wearing what were tall, bulking doctor’s outfits. The familiar robotic hands of the escape pod showed themselves again, picking up the infant and handing it to a doctor in a green cloak.

            “Da’vel isk ba’tellera.” whispered a blue-cloaked doctor, eying the infant as well as the other pods that were landing in the room. The current holder of the child looked to the blue-cloaked aid and nodded, then turned back to gaze at the child. He smiled at it briefly, and then handed it off to a woman in a pink uniform, “Mik isk bith’non vala’nil. Ga’ron mah’kasla, te’thak.” The woman nodded, grabbing the infant and turning on her heel. She began to stride out of the room, towards a door at the end of the landing pad. The door quickly opened, and the woman exited the room with haste.

            They were now in a long corridor, branching off to the front, left, and right. The woman looked at a small tag on the child, odd symbolic figures covering it. She then looked up, her eyes squinted in thought. They widened and she turned to pace towards the left.

            At the end of the hallway was the entrance to an elevator, which the new carrier of the infant stepped inside. Pressing a few buttons on the side wall, the elevator closed shut and then descended with haste. The infant closed its eyes, growing tired. A small yawn escaped and the woman looked down, smiling at the child, her azure eyes glistening. Soon, the newborn fell asleep, the room growing dark, and its weary eyes shutting.

 

 

            When the child awoke, it was in a rumbling room. Sounds of releasing steam and working gears filled the area, and when the newborn looked about, it realized a window on the side wall. Bright sunlight shined through, and all that could be seen were tall oak trees, whipping by.

            A voice was heard, and the newborn looked to its right, listening, “Hello, you little thing. I know you may not understand me; however I just want you to listen and be soothed. Your name is Garius Madelinia and you are a Magarius-“

            “Is this necessary, Master?” Interrupted a short, pale, squeaky-voice woman in the corner of the room, “It is a youngling; it does not grasp your words in understanding. It is futile, Master. I wish not to be rude or inconvenient, but your breath is wasted doing this.”

            “Yes, it is necessary Valceria. I know you find this a waste of time and breath, but this may calm the child. If nothing else, it will calm my own quick-beating heart and over-clouded mind. I will continue now, if you mind not.” Replied the tall man, of which the newborn peered up at. His dark robes draped over the small containment chamber the child was in, and he laid his right hand on the side of the newborn’s containment. He then continued speaking to the child, “Your name is Garius Madelinia, and you are of the Magarius kind. We are on our way to a landing pad which has a ship to take us to a planet named Ji’dule. There we will continue onwards to my academy and we shall raise you, my friend.”

            Valceria simply watched as the man in the dark robes spoke. She folded her arms, and leaned back upon the cold steel behind her.

            “We will raise you as an apprentice of my academy, teaching you all you need to know and all that needs to be done shall fall under your hands. Responsibility, compassion, strength, and wisdom, all of these things will be taught to you and you shall learn them.” Realizing the newborn yawning and shutting its eyes, he spoke one last time, “Now rest, my child. The decades ahead will be long. Ba’da mik isk va’telera.”