2.49 Hatched From An Egg

        It was promising to be another beautiful day in Lemuria as the sun rose over the village, Zara pondered the beauty around her as she stepped outside for the strange storytelling ritual, willing to open her mind to the possibility of having been deceived, to a point. As the friends took their places beneath the tree, she still felt deeply disturbed by contradictions painting such a dark image of Medel. Nonetheless she liked the storytelling, it was interesting in spite of these dark contradictions, much more interesting than any mythology text books she had studied in Culloom. 

        She glanced at the crystals hanging in the tree nearby, sparkling in the sun as they spun in the fresh ocean breeze. This place wasn't all bad. If these things about Medel were true, then she wanted to know. The fact was, she was still alive, was she not? She was rested and well fed, well dressed by Atlan standards, they had taken good care of her so if Medel was real, He was allowing all that, wasn't He? Could all their Bad Press simply have been a lie too?

         "Do you remember where we were?" Mina asked, testing her memory.

         "Medel the kidnapper!" Zara hadn't forgotten, she wanted an explanation, a really good one. Mina noticed her tack was changing, and offered the goblet to the friends.

         "Who would like to begin the next chapter?"

         Nepheus raised his hand. The musician with the golden pipes was handsome too, like Jasun and Neter he was of a blonde complexion, his was an exotic blonde too, a strawberry blonde. Zara was beginning to notice that even though the Origians were different gen races, they all seemed to share each other’s traditions, as if they were one gen race. She glanced at Mira in comparison. Mira’s hair was like hers used to be when she still had hair; mousy, lacking color, frizzy, it wasn't really long enough to braid...

         Clutching the obsidian goblet, Nepheus closed his eyes, taking a moment to meditate on the reflected light before continuing with the alternative history lesson. "Medel, Barduk and Vina retreated to their cave with the kidnapped children and worked night and day to incubate their new Archonic race. They infused stolen Nummo eggs with all kinds of DNA from the Nefilim, Star People, and wild animals that roamed these parts. They hatched four females and eight males, they called them the Anunnaki."

         "Anunnaki?" Zara was horrified, they had to be mistaken. Not only did the story make zero sense, it was an insult. "How can you say that! I'm part Anunnaki!"

         "That's right" Mina smiled as if it was somehow okay. "And so are we."

         "WHAT?" The story had taken an unexpected turn.

         "We are all part Anunnaki. Atalon is one of the Original Anunnaki."

         "Atalon?" Suddenly anger and pain gave way to laughter. "King Atalon was hatched from an egg?"

         "Yes" Nepheus was serious. "All the original gods were hatched from Nummo eggs."

         "King Atalon was hatched from a Nummo egg…" Zara echoed, laughing and crying at the same time, it was beyond ridiculous. She had to give them credit for their creativity.

         "I'm sure he wouldn't want you to know that" Mina winked.

         Zara grew serious as she realized what Mina was implying. It was an outrageous statement, how could it possibly be true? Yet at the same time if it was? Mina offered a huge clue. "Is that why you worship the egg?"

         Mina shook her head. "We don't worship the egg."

         Zara was at a loss. "Then who do you worship?"

         "We don't worship" Mina replied. "That doesn't mean we aren't grateful. We express Gratitude every day. We live to Celebrate Life."

         "Celebrate Life?"

         "Yes. Worshiping and Celebration are two very different things. We don't worship or live our life according to some Prescribed Doctrine like you did in Atlan, we Celebrate Life instead. Every day when we create our delicious food and wine for each other we are celebrating Creation. Every evening when we play our music for each other, we are celebrating the vibrations of Eternal Love. The Phoenix Spirit needs no worship, the Joy of Love, the nourishment of Celebration is what fans it's flames. It's the Archonic Spirit who needs the worship, the reflection of Love and Creation, to fan it’s flames."