Well, if you’ve stuck with the story this far, then you’ll be rewarded with the final two sections as one. They are both pretty short, so it’s not like you’re winning a brand new car for your efforts, but still, I appreciate the time you put into reading this story. When I started this blog it was a method for me to work on my writing, get it out there in front of people, and get some feedback and I just want to say how appreciative I am for all the wonderful readers that take time out of their busy day to come and share in something that I created, even when sometimes that ‘something I created’ doesn’t amount to much more than a turd.
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Masters of the Universe, The End.
A burst of alarms exploded in Falia’s mind. She bolted upright, startling the Healer that bent over her. They locked eyes and then Falia disappeared in a flash of white light. Across the Universe, she locked onto the location of her daughter, and reappeared in a brightly lit hallway strewn with alien bodies. She recognized the Graesian and human, but forgot them entirely when she saw the crumpled body of her daughter.
Falia screamed in the way only a mother losing a child can. Her pain stretched across the galaxy, and shook the alien planet. She cradled Ryol’s limp body and cried, lost to the world in a flood of memories that blurred the line between reality and mere thought. Falia scoured her daughter’s consciousness for a flicker of life, clawing at the enamel of Ryol’s quiet mind in vain hope of tearing away the wall of death’s prison, brick by brick, but there was nothing.
The anguish overwhelmed Falia and she collapsed upon her daughter, shedding tears that carried pieces of her soul.
Chereal walked slowly up the hill of closely manicured grass and purple flowers frozen in the act of opening their buds to the mid-afternoon day. At the top, he looked down upon the silver river that hadn’t moved an inch in three hundred years. It wound through the countryside, before spilling over the edge of a thousand foot drop, droplets of water suspended in air, destined never to find the bottom. Even frozen in time, the river was still one of the most beautiful the Leader had ever seen in his years of travel. The air was not stale, despite the lack of wind, but it was warm. Chereal pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, dabbed the beads of sweat from his brow, and took a seat on the thin metal bench beside the living statue of a woman.
“Another year, Falia.” He said to the woman and to the world. “We’ve acquired a few new worlds into the Alliance. They are still young, but there is so much potential, I think you’d approve.”
Chereal folded his hands in his lap and waited for a response he knew would never come.
“We still haven’t found another world with Eitr. I wish you would have let us use Earth to save you, but I understand why you refuse. If nothing else, according to your predictions, the humans only have about six hundred more years of development until their ready to join the Alliance. Maybe then we can pull you out of this Temporal Freeze.”
The bench creaked under Chereal’s weight as he shifted, and looked out to the sprawling city of high reaching glass towers he had once called home, so different from the craggy buildings of the Oleidians. He wanted to come home. Home to the quiet sleeping city, where life was paused indefinitely.
“I know you’ll be sad to hear of planet Graes’ collapse. It was inevitable, I suppose. Little good their stolen Lenorean technology did them without Eitr. Absurd to think they succeeded in killing you in another Dimension. I’m glad that’s no place I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what I would do in a Universe without you, Falia, even if you are just sleeping.” Chereal placed a hand on the woman’s and could feel the ambient warmth of her flesh beneath his.
“You look peaceful, frozen in your mind with memories of your daughter. I bet they’re as real as the sky overhead, or dirt underfoot. You’re probably happier in there than you would be out here. I fear the day we find the cure and pull you from this stasis. Then she really will be gone, living only in your dreams. I wonder if you even want to come back? I hope you do. The Universe seems less bright without you in it.”
Chereal sighed, and felt the weight of his years upon him. “It’s beautiful here, such a great place to spend eternity if need be. Perhaps someday when Oleid’s sun dies, I’ll come join you.” Chereal hoisted his large frame to his feet and bent slightly to place a kiss on the frozen woman’s brow. “Until then, dream well, Madam Leader.”