Waking up to an article of different
clothing on and the location was completely different from what I
passed out to!
The bed that I was in was oh so comfortable, like
a cloud type of soft. The clothing was actually comfortable as well.
Standard issued clothing that I saw many of the Akkadian’s in. This
room was just like the office, there is no other thing that I could
think of to give a name to the place I had been at. There was a mist
everywhere. No walls, windows just cloud. I flowed the root that was
under my feet. How was it there, do not know, I only see the energy.
Like a blind mouse, I followed it. A few times it would branch off
into a different direction, I chose to follow the main stem. Finally,
after wandering around, I met up with someone, I am going to assume
that he was a doctor, nurse, someone that works with healing! He told
me to follow him, the commander wanted to see me when I woke up!
While we were strolling along, he asked me if I was feeling
better? This is what I call, small talk! He did not want to really
know how I was feeling. Observation told him that I was doing fine, I
was on my feet roaming around. Someone that is ill would be in bed
gathering back their strength. Did not mean that I had to be rude,
small chit chat was fine. Telling him I was a lot better, I was
wondering how long I had been sleeping here? That is when he said to
me that I had been unresponsive for a while. The blood loose required
a change of clothing. When I leave here, I will be given my clothing
back. Having foreign clothing was not permitted, then again, a
foreigner has not come to this location since the great war.
‘Great
war! Why do we label wars as great? What is so great about war?’ I
pondered on this for a bit, then I asked my guide, “what makes a
war great?” He told me, “there is nothing great about wars.
They take lives, destroy structures and create a generation of
soldiers.” I could have been wrong, but he might have thought me
a simpleton. Asking such a question as I did. I was just leading up
to a point, yes, the slow way!
Yet I find it peculiar that you
would say ‘since the great war’. Though when I ask what is great
about war, you talk to me as if I were a child. Why?” Stopping
in his tracks, he looked down at me, “you are a child! It is the
name that was given by many to a war that lasted for a century-long,
which made it the great war.”
“I would not have called it
the great war, I would say it should be renamed the century-long war.
I do not think that the war is over, history has taught me, things
repeat, and no one learns from the mistakes of our ancestors! The
mess that is here effects us humans as our destruction effects you as
well. If things do not change, it does not matter who you are, living
or non-living. It appears to me we are heading to our own hand made
destruction!”
“Tell that to them” … he pointed
toward the direction that I was to go. Before I started to go the way
I was shown, my guide told me that “I was not what he had
thought. That I was different from what he had been told about
humans.” He apologized if he had offended me! I told him, “that
no harm was done. As a child, I am only curious!”
Since
there were no doors for me to knock on, you know a way to let my
presence be known, I just kept walking until I saw the rock table. It
had no occupants just me, myself and I. I wondered about the mist
around me. How was it formed? When I closed my eyes, I could see
everything in solid form. Sand like material, stone, and crystals. A
highly advanced system was build here. My mind was blown away! This
makes the Matrix look like child’s play. This was a complete balance,
they worked as one, just like the other entities, but … a lot more
efficiently! There were tunnels all over, vertically, horizontal
coming and going from one structure to many more. This makes the 401
seem like a country road. There was so much going on, my mind could
not keep up with everything that was moving. Thinking out loud, I
wondered how many accidents happen with this much traffic.
“Only
if you are a child, would there be accidents, that is if the
caretaker has not done their job right.” The commander came in
the area and dropped a stack of papers on the table. He told me he
was glad that I was finally doing well. He motioned me to the table
and asked me to sit. Joining him at the table, I used my mind and
levitated at a comfortable level. Chris cross apple sauce, I was now
relaxed. I asked him, “what it was that he wanted to talk
about?” I knew this was not a get together for tea.
I guess
my actions had redefined everything. Now the focus is on me! Gine has
made it very clear that I am to be the top priority. It was
imperative that the Zeragills does not get control over me. Nodding
my head, to say that I was following him and how dangerous the
situation is. I kind of cut him off before he could say any more. I
know this is one of my pet peeves, I just had a feeling he was the
type that he does all the talking and you are to do as you are told.
I wanted to know what measure was going to be taken to protect the
innocent? He did not seem to think that there was any reason to take
any action. Whereas I did! I pointed out that yes, I may be willful,
scared out of my mind sometimes, but I know what is going on. The
humans, on the other hand, are no different than I, but lack full
understanding! Assistance is needed or at the most informed and
educated on what is going on.
I was disappointed at his mannerism
though at the same time I totally understood too. How things are run
here is not the same as on Earth. He has order and structure, where
Earth is full of indecisive, self-destruction and, as far as he was
concerned breeding spoiled brats. He was not in the business of
aiding those that show no respect or gratitude for what they have
been given. As far as he was concerned we have dug our graves, we can
die in them. For the few that have gone far, he will make room for
their services to the whole. He has no time for those that want to
work for themselves. Those that are here work together, there is a
chain, and everyone does their part. From that he then wanted to know
what my relationship was with Nana, she seemed to be overprotective
of me.
I was waiting for him to add on, ‘I know the truth hurts
but …’ The fact is he is true in many parts. I have felt the same,
my faith in humanity … well, I chose not to be like the others.
“For the few,” at least he is not painting all humans with the
same brush. But I can not help but feel like this was his version of
what he would say to a child. I believe that he is more ruthless then
what he is displaying. I can say this, with certainty, I believe
every word that came out of his mouth. “For my relationship with
Nana, she seems to find me a lot. She asked me if I would help with
the balance!” He was like “what balance her own or
everyone’s?” I sat there for a bit, Jazzgoth’s words once again
bouncing around in my head. “I do not know! I am still trying to
figure Nana out. I know that everything that she has told me is the
truth. Character-wise she seems pleasant enough, I am just wondering
why she has this need to protect me?” The commander glared me
down, there was a lot of angry painted across his face, the tone in
his voice to back up his facial expression, “Word of advice …
Do not trust Nana, she is only looking out for herself and what she
thinks should go!”
Composing himself he changed the topic,
he was like, “look I can see your concerns for the humans, and
that is admirable! The thing is we are at war, there is no place for
kind words and sugar coating things. We simply do not have enough
bodies to do everything. As you already know, the Zeragills outnumber
us, for every fifty of them, there is only one of us. The Bayair’s
… well, their numbers are only an estimate, not facts. We are a
strong and proud race. I know that up against these two enemies, we
do not stand a chance. Even with your display, you have not even come
close to touching them, not even a scratch. Ever time they attack, we
have fatalities. This time though, we did not lose one body. That is
something, leverage for us!” I saw it in his eyes, leverage plus
me equals sale pitch. He was like, “for now on you will be
watched at all times. You will remain in a safe location. As a human,
I know that your job will take you out of protected grounds. There
will be guards at all time, you will keep your energy low and
undetected. You will live your human life as it is to be. This is
Nana’s wishes and will be met! When death comes your way, you will
then be safely escorted here. Your wishes will be met if the position
is available if not accommodations will be made.” I nodded my
head, not to say I was going to do as he told me. Nope, it was a nod
to say I hear you, now this is what I am going to do.
I
understand what Nana is going with her strategy! Keep the parasites
away, ensure my safety from now and into death. If I were looking at
this from their prosperity, I would say the same. Someone like me is
not born every minute. Though there are others like myself, all they
need is a knock on the door and a hello. “Find the fallen! You
said there is fifty to your one. Tell me again how many had fallen?
How many of them are like myself? You are trying to save yourself and
your lifestyle, and that is admirable! But what goes on here also
happens to humans. Some maybe spineless savages, not all! You need
allies! I am getting a good taste of how the queen thinks, and the
Zeragill’s I am all too well aware of how they work. I am telling
you, there is no end to this war if you do not listen to me! With me,
you can take her population down … maybe not in a century or two,
but she will come back. You want to end this stupid war … find the
Fallen that were the key to the change!” He was shaking
his head back and forth, muttering
that ‘I was going to be difficult! That he did not have the time to
babysit a human child!’ I willed his pill of paper to come to
me.
“The more time that goes by, the stronger I get, the more
I remember! Of all the entities I have crossed, they all lied to me!
Giving me a sales pitch that left me wanting to rip their heads off.
Not this time! If you would just listen to me, you have an army
already on Earth, and many thousand generations have gone by. They
had children and so on! The Bayair’s are already living and breathing
on Earth. Unless you are willing to kill hybrid and humans, you need
to find a way to stop them from progressing. I am offering you a way
to get there. I just want one thing in return!”
He had
placed his hands on his hip, waiting to hear my demand. To laugh or
not to laugh, that is the question? I guess he was expecting
something different then what I wanted. I wanted the vampire nut jobs
off my back! They were not to get in contact with me at all. Unless
there was an invitation. He was like “who?” And I was like
“the Zeragill’s, they are the vampire nut jobs. They have the
habit of sucking the life force out of everything so that they could
grow.” I, at least, got him to smile and say “nice
analogy!”
“As for some of the ‘suggestions’ I was
willing to accept some of them! I will spend as much time underground
that is kind of safe for me. There is no guarantee that I can be safe
at all times. Keeping my energy level low while I am out in public,
that should not be hard. And yes you are right, I am a difficult
person. It is in my blood to be defiant.”
He gathered up his
stack of paper and told me that he had other things to do, and I
needed to go back to my body. They were about to take me to the
hospital, which was not needed. The thought of going to the hospital
and waking up to a needle in my arm did not seem to be a pleasant
idea.
I just had one thing I wanted to do! I put my hands
together! I thought of the file that the vampires were making about
me. Opening my hands, I created a window, there was my file. Opening
it, I took out all the pages. I asked the commander if he had
something that I could write with. Which he did not! I asked him if
he had a dagger or something sharp for me to use. He wanted to know
why. I told him that if I let out what my plan was, he would spoil
the fun. He was not about to give me anything sharp. Taking out the
pages out of the file, the clip that was holding the pages together
that was in my hand, stabbing my finger. Dripping the blood on the
cover of the file, I focused on the words ‘wild animal has gone
rogue’ once the blood dried, placed the empty file back where it was,
then I closed the window that I made.
I did not think it was
possible, I made the commander make the WTF look. “You can make
openings on your own!” And I was like “and I can start
fires too … point?” “You can create your own energy?”
And I was like, “Point?” “How old are you?” I was
like “Add up all the times I have lived, bloody old!” The
commander was like “wild animal?” I was like “yep! It
is hard to get good obedience now a day.” Handing the file to
the commander, I told him to find the right place for them. Burn them
for all I care, just make sure the vampires do not have them. He was
like, “until later then!”
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