Vrin: Ten Mortal Gods (4 page)

“Did you get him?”

“Yes. But he fell to the floor and just kept laughing, saying, ‘Is
that
the best you can do?’” She gave me an exasperated look. “But then the room filled with the blue strings and somehow I knew they were reacting to my thoughts. I thought about the flying carpet and there it was. So I jumped onto it and took off like a flash.” She raised her chin in defiance. “I never looked back.”

“Wow!” I said, shaking my head. “Did you ever manage to get him back for that?”

“I have tried a few times.” She shrugged. “But he is extremely smart. He usually finds some way to twist things around to his advantage.”

“Maybe-- Hmm. How could we find...” She put her hand to her chin and looked thoughtful. “Oh!” She looked back at me.
Moota!”

I gave her a sideways glance.
“Moota?
What’s a
Moota?”

“
He
is a sky searcher.” She smiled.

“--Oh, o-
kay.”
I returned her smile. “That helps.”

She shook her head. “Let me explain. A
sky searcher,”
she annunciated the words, “searches the sky for fragments of the past, which were put there by what is called... Hold on. I will let
him
explain. Her eyes dimmed and her head tilted slightly to the side. After a short moment she looked up. “I called him. He is on his way.”

She smiled. “It is easy. Just bring up the web and break a strand with your fingers.” I did as she said. “Good. Now touch one end to my neck just below my ear.” I reached out and placed my finger under her ear. Her skin was soft, I could feel her warmth. “Now attach the other end to yourself and close your eyes. There. Now to establish a link all you need to do is picture me in your mind.
Good. Now no matter where we go we can always communicate with one another. And if for any reason you do not wish to talk with me all you need to do is detach the strand from yourself.”

“
This is fantastic!"
As I pictured her my thought turned to vibration and traveled to her through the strand. My thoughts were energy now, as were hers. “
I can think of no one else I’d rather be attached to.”

The doors opened and a tiny man entered. I stood and suppressed a smile. He looked more like a gnome than a man; stout and sturdy, with a green shirt, tan vest, soft pointy shoes. And upon his face (which showed the wrinkles of many years) a pair of shiny glasses straddled his fat little nose. Yet despite his appearance he had a look of intelligence about him, like a scientist-- granted, a very
short
scientist.

Kitaya giggled.

“Um,” I whispered out of the corner of my mouth. “how do I drop our connection?” “Blank out your mind,” she whispered back in like fashion. I did as she suggested and felt her presence push from my mind.

The little man looked at me with aged and somewhat bloodshot eyes. “It is a device which allows a person to relive the past. You see around our world we have a layer of gas called the cognosphere.” He gazed up as if through the ceiling. “The cognosphere acts as a mirror to what was. In it is the imprint of our entire history. Unfortunately, however, the information is scattered and the only way to access it is with an event cell.” He paused. “Shall I continue, lord?”

“Please. How does it work?”

He examined me briefly, then continued. “When placed at an event, the cell sends out a pulse which marks the cognosphere. Then later, that same device, tuned to its own harmonic, can search the cognosphere for the same pulse. The cell finds all the pieces of the original pulse and combines them into one. When a mind enters the cell it encounters the reflection of the event and is able to interact with it.

“Imagine this planet’s entire history fed into your mind without any cohesion, it would be like... like drinking water from the base of a waterfall. What it would do to a god we do not know, but to a mortal man...” He shuddered at the thought. "With all due respect, lord, I do not care to speak of such horrors in the presence of a lady." He turned back to Kitaya. “What do you wish of me Ki’ Janu?”

Kitaya sat, brought her knees to her chest, and wrapped her arms around them. She gestured for me to sit then turned back to the little man. “Alright, Moota, teach us.”

He thought for a moment, then spoke. “When at first he arrived, Rath, known as the god of fire was seen only occasionally, always in the same manner, walking aimlessly through a town late at night, apparently drunk out of his mind.” As the old man talked he used elaborate hand movements and animated facial gestures. “And he was always babbling to himself. At first we thought he was talking to the other gods, but soon it became clear that he was delusional; the conversations were erratic and broken. As you can imagine the spectacle was quite unnerving for the local residents. Sometimes people would muster up the courage to come out of their homes and greet him, but he would usually look right through them and keep on his way,
if
they were lucky. Sometimes he would fly into a rage. So most people avoided him completely.

“Strangely however, the children loved him. Anytime there were children around he would become coherent and quite amiable. He seemed to truly enjoy their company; his eyes would light up as he handed out treats and gifts he'd created. In fact his affinity toward children was so great that he decided to visit hundreds of orphanages around the world. Some children were scared of him, but most were captivated by his kindness and interest in them. He promised to care for them and allow them to do whatever they wished if they joined him. For most it was an offer they could not refuse. Countless children responded. But after awhile he became restless. That’s when he seized control of the country of Pagnia. He walked straight into the royal castle, declared himself ruler, and stated that all who challenged him would be extinguished. Those brave enough to stand forth were silenced in horrible ways.”

Moota looked about then came in close. “Of course-- he told the people of Pagnia-- that the royal family had been relocated-- to another kingdom on the other side of the world. But we know that was not the case. Our informants tell us he had his child army go in and remove all the residents of the castle by force, save for members of the royal family, who were locked in the dungeon to perish along with their home. I recently acquired the event cell placed at Mount Dastra. It shows what was to be the pinnacle of the incursion.” He reached for his pouch and pulled out a dark glass square with smoothly sanded edges. “This is the event cell.” He tapped the cell with a hairy finger. “It will allow you to interact with the reflection that was marked. Which one of you would like to go first?”

Kitaya looked at me. “Would you?”

“Ah, okay. How does it work?” I stood and reached out my hand.

“Notice the top.” He handed me the device and pointed. “It is malleable, slightly firmer than a sponge. Press that edge to your forehead and the moment will be sent to you. You will not actually be present at the event but you will perceive a physical body.

“What if I want to stop it?”

“Close your eyes and blank out your mind, this will terminate the link, and your consciousness will return to your actual body.”

“Sounds simple enough,” I said, not feeling the confidence I portrayed. I placed the soft black cushion on my forehead and instantly found myself standing in a field of knee-high grass. Hundreds of people were traveling up a dirt trail. I looked around. A short distance up the path something big was going on. I made my way to the road and followed the stream of refugees. No one paid any attention to me.

Moving up a steady incline, I looked behind and saw the origin of their trek, a large village surrounding a huge stone castle. Apparently these were the residents of Pagnia, and judging by the multitude, it looked like Rath was planning on destroying more than just the royal castle. I spotted a young child walking along the edge of the crowd, digging a stick into the dirt as he walked. He was wearing the same kind of red rubber armor I'd seen on Rath.
He must be one of Rath’s children,
I thought. Slowly I turned and scanned the outskirts of the crowd. Sure enough, there were others dressed in the same peculiar apparel.

Topping a slight incline I encountered several small gatherings of women and children sitting about with their belongings piled around them. In the midst of the smaller groups, talking furiously amongst themselves, was a large group of men. I headed in their direction. As I weaved my way through the various groups, I couldn't help but look down on the faces of these poor displaced families. I felt for them; there was great sadness in their eyes. What right did anyone have to push these people from their homes? It was outrageous!

“This is an outrage!” came a voice from inside the circle. I saw an opening and stepped inside. Three men stood talking in the center. Their clothing stood out from the rest in both quality and design.
They must be from the ruling party
, I thought. The same man continued. “Will we not
stand
and protect our property? He is but one man!”

“We are not fighters, Fyousa and even if we were, he is too powerful.”

The man grimaced. “We are not
fighters
because we choose it not, not because it cannot be! We
cannot
stand still in the face of this
aggression
and do
nothing!
He has snatched our homes, taken the land we have worked
so hard
to nurture and protect! Our people have worked for centuries to build that kingdom! We
cannot
let Rath take what is not his to take!”

The third man spoke. “Be calm my friend.” He placed his hand on the man’s shoulder. “Does it not state in the great text that the brothers and sisters of light would one day join us? Is it not so they created this planet and our people from the dust of the cosmos? Then is it not fair for them to reclaim the land which is rightfully theirs?” The crowd watched intently as he turned and addressed them. “Tul’ Naydor is no saint but he has demonstrated the power of the gods. He is one of the Ten. He has every right to place his claim on our land! Now disperse! Go back to your families and tell them not to despair, for although things look dark, we must trust that the gods have shined on us this day!”

Reluctantly the crowd began to disperse, and the old man looked back at Fyousa. “Let us not hear any more talk of revolution, my friend,” he stated smoothly. “Is it not better for us to live in the dark, than to die in the light as if we never were?”

The two of them stood in silence watching as the others moved away.

Then-- through the sea of moving bodies-- I saw him. The god of fire, sitting with his legs crossed, staring out at the village. I made my way over and crouched before him. If he saw me he made no indication. His eyes were scanning the sky intently as he rocked back and forth; he was exerting some kind of force on the clouds. I looked up. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, pure white melted into a massive pool of brown undulating liquid. Deep dark colors swirled about in pockets of chaos, blocking out the sun, hovering like a blanket of death. Everything in the valley took on a dim brown hue. I looked back at Rath. His eyes were blank. In eerie oblivion his children played behind him.

With a wicked smile he stood and faced the crowd. Without warning the brown liquid fell to the earth, it burned and smote everything it touched, filling the entire valley, dissolving everything in its path. Leaving nothing but a smoking hole and a memory of better times.

The people watched in horror, clinging to each other with tears in their eyes as everything they had ever known dissolved before them. Their past was erased, and their future looked as dark as the charred ground below.

Rath looked pleased with his handiwork. He paced back and forth in front of the multitude of grief stricken faces. Finally he stopped. His hands moved rapidly in the air in a series of gestures which ended at his mouth and when he began to speak his voice was amplified. “The life you once knew is now gone!” he announced. “
I
am now your ruler. For those of you who do not know me, I am Tul’ Naydor, the god of fire. But you may call me Rath. You do not realize this yet, but this is a glorious occasion. From this day forth
I
will provide you with comforts no mortal ruler could. You will never again go without food and you will never again be forced to walk about in tattered rags while the kingdom sucks taxes out of your empty pockets. Under
my
rule there will be no taxes! These things and many more are the benefits you are now entitled to as residents of
my
kingdom. No more will disease claim the lives of your family and friends, and no more will you struggle to provide the necessities of life. From this day forth you may pursue whatever endeavors please you, so long as they do not conflict with my own.”