Banquet of Tremors – Gaia’s parting song

Of the Twins there was always one

One of higher mind and the other of spirit

But because of Pride and Arrogance

The twins shall apart: be broken

Stars of the Ocean above will rejoice when serpents fly

For the sun has peeked through the veil of deciet

But of that lost? Of that to be found? Of that to rise?

Beware the one that shines of coal and fright yet cries alight!

The Twins shall rise rise once more but the trail will open

For destruction is creation and the air is full of spores

Thus I decay over the centuries few…

So that you may live… Two?

Banquet of Tremors excerpt 3 (non edit)

Eli remembered all too well what had happened the last time he had left the pen open. As soon as the hound-mantis realized that there was an opening in the fence that held it in shackles it bolted. It immediately targeted a fellow scientist under the name of Krin and was about to tear out his throat when Eli had a bright idea. Well, not bright, but dark. Eli had quickly shut off the lights and the thing had gone immediately limp and confused, with a lack of light it was both immobilized and blind. Krin had been furious that Eli had made such a blunder, but he forgiven him after Eli proposed to give him all his chocolate rations for three months as an apology. The science behind what had made the thing go limp was never explained or investigated. This was due to the fact that if it was investigated in the first place, the experiment would’ve drawn the question of: why had the lights been turned off? Naturally Eli, Krin, and Seil would then have to explain what had happened in the lab which would prove disastrous. Eli would’ve been stripped of his title of geneticist and the council would’ve been furious.

“Yeah… you’re right sis” Eli responded, a sad expression written all over his face, “I will double check this time”.

“Triple check sounds more like it!” Seil snapped, “Krin could have been devoured by that… that… thing! Anyways, I will see you down in the lab in thirty”.

And with that Seil slipped down the stairs in the opposite direction from whence she had came, her brown hair flipping in the wind. Eli took a deep breath and looked out at the SERP1, which was unloading it’s military personnel, once more before turning in the direction Seil had come from and took a step.

Banquet of Tremors – excerpt 2 (non edit)

Eli frowned at this and asked blankly: “Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of our whole assignment? Like I mean, shouldn’t our proposed idea of an everlasting food source be based off one organic being? If we include many we are simply reverting back to inefficient archaic methods of meat gathering?”

“Well to some extent I would propose” answered Krin through gritted teeth, “But than again it is possible to say that is still more efficient than forcing cattle to graze for months with hormonal therapy”.

“Just because you compare our innovations to more pathetic methods doesn’t mean that you’re making progress” Seil replied mechanically, “I want to make sure that the hound-mantis can properly reconstruct themselves after we scrape the meat off of them”.

“That… simply isn’t possible with the amount of data that we have gathered on bio-synthesis and genetic splicing”, replied Krin.

At this Seil looked from the laboratory with it’s wide assortment of test tubes, computer monitors, biological emulators, and then lowered her gaze upon Krin.

“Krin. . . that simply isn’t acceptable, I am looking forward to your constant vigilance and guidance”, She looked over at Eli, “Also remember Krin that Eli is also your tool in this regard and you need to help him to mold your current project”.

The obvious dislike that Seil flashed Krin’s way was completely evident to Eli but Krin didn’t seem to notice as he was gazing upon his note-tablet and furiously pressing upon it. It’s probably a good thing, thought Eli, Krin would probably lose himself and rage and say something stupid.

“Eli, would you please grab a vial and a pair of tongs?”, asked Krin, “And please be snappy about it we have to solve this problem, rather sooner than later”.

Eli nodded, quickly span around and went directly across from the table that both Krin and Seil were standing at and reached for a cupboard. The aged oak cupboard was smeared with chemical stains, as series of experiments gone haywire, and distinctly smelt of roses. Eli never understood why they smelt of roses, but then again half of the time he didn’t understand anything that happened in the lab. Seil and Krin led the more complicated experiments and any time he would ask them what was happening or how to properly execute the same methods, they would shrug or tell him that he wasn’t senior yet to learn more. He opened the cupboard through the twisting of a lever, all cupboards within this room held levers for safety reasons, grabbed a vial and was about to grab a pair of tongs when suddenly the door swung open with a deafening crash. Eli spun around and noticed out of the corner of his eye that Krin had done the same. A look of shock and curiosity sparked across their complexions.

Excerpt from Banquet of Tremors – My novel to be

Eli then realized that he was standing around staring at the retreating Grey robes and so he decided that he better get a move on. He put one step in front of the other… and then realized that he had left his Extra-Dimensional Box at home. Eli would require the device to store the goods he was after since the concept of a “bag” had been abolished when Eli had been yet a toddler, under his Ward: Matthias.

Eli thought back to when he had been given his first EDB when he was the ripe age of five. He had been playing with a molecular model given to him by Seil for his birthday before she walked up and handed him it. In fact Eli remembered exactly what Seil had told him:

“Remember Eli to never press the buttons until I tell you”.

Stubborn and childish, Eli had completely ignored Seil’s warnings and had instead pressed all six colored buttons at random: right in front of Seil! The deafening pain that had accompanied the pressing of the buttons had been enormous! One moment Eli had felt utter joy with his gift and the next he was wriggling on the floor in agony. This EDB wasn’t an Extra Dimensional Box after all. It had been a prank engineered by Seil meant to teach Eli a valuable lesson.

“The lesson here Eli is that you must obey your older sister Seil”, his ward Matthias had told him, “She means the best for you and wants you to succeed. Seil has just been accepted as a Red robe and wishes the same for you”.

Eli had internalized his EDB incident and because of it had never questioned Seil’s judgement ever again. Only two short years later Matthais had been drafted into the war against the Defiled and died in combat. Eli had been heart-broken. He would cry for hours on end and whenever he looked at his toys he would remember the horrible experience. He never touched his toys again.

Eventually Eli reached his destination at the southern war pyramid and he gazed upon the behemoth. It was completely smooth and triangular but legend had it that in times of distress it would open up and summon lightning bolts. Of course Eli had never seen this happen since Prospertum hadn’t been directly invaded by the Nymphs or Defiled in over a century.

Carl Jung’s Shadow

The most interesting thing regarding my midnight to dusk writing is that whenever I get into a flow I experience an alternative shadow-consciousness. It has happened twice now that while I spew forth words upon a page an entity arrives and stands behind me just to the right. This being seems to consist of complete dark energy and I am always made aware of it when it brushes my right shoulder. Albeit this being lacks any malice or evil, but it seeps raw energies around me. It almost creates a time-bubble were I am completely unaware of what I am doing or how quickly time passes. Whether or not this being is simply a figment of my overactive imagination (perhaps it is my Jungian shadow?) is not relevant.

Once I notice that this being is brushing me with it’s… they aren’t fingers (and screw off it doesn’t have genitals xD)… appendages my mind immediately goes blank. I’m filled with an inner swirling peace. A maelstrom of chaotic energy in which all my emotions, thoughts, desires, and sense of self are abolished. For those of you who would claim I am whacked out on a substance, it is not the case. Both times this being has arrived I have been just over an hour into my writing cycle and completely sober.

Anyways when I am caught in it’s presence I feel as if it wishes to help me with my writer’s block. If I banish it (a figure of speech! Catholic exorcism comes to mind) my ideas disappear immediately and I am reduced to staring at a blank monitor. However if I accept it and integrate it with my mind, my ideas come faster than a Persian Prince in a harem.

~V. Rogue