Dion's Salon was a hive of activity, the
door chime was ringing non-stop. Aromatic and gorgeous Gens, high on hormones,
desire and lust, poured into the waiting room to have their hair done by
Atalon’s finest. Having celebrities like Mel or even gods like Dion do their
hair was like a door prize, the business had never seen this sort of traffic, a
positive start to the dawning of the New Empire.
Torus
watched the activity buzzing through the beaded curtain in the reflection of
the wall while Dion styled his hair, he hadn't expected a new sort of energy descend upon the city, it was as
if Atlan had morphed into a giant Vine Club, he wasn't sure what had ignited
the Gens, was it the tents? The food?
"I
hear the gates were a tremendous success" Dion shared the latest gossip as
he combed his long auburn tresses, noticing his distracted attention. "Halios
thinks you’re a promising young leader!" Torus remained silent, unsure
which way the wind was blowing. "He isn’t the only one who has noticed, it
seems your little fundraiser is a tremendous success, too, even Mel was high on
Soloha last night."
Torus
chuckled as memories of Mel returned, distracted from his distractions he
returned his gaze to his own reflection and practiced a smile.
"It's
fantastic" he agreed, smiling. "Idiots!"
Moments later, Mel returned with her new client and sat him down beside Torus. Halios was eager to share his news, too.
"I
saw Bell at the pancake breakfast this morning. He was following Josh around!"
"How
long do you think it will take him to figure it out?"
Halios
settled in the chair and consulted his own reflection for a moment. "Two
days!"
"Mina
raised the goblet and offered it to the storytellers. This time Akku, the
drummer volunteered to narrate the next part of the historical saga. Zara
watched the new volunteer with great interest as he took the goblet from Mina.
He was from the Dogon tribe, a grown up version of the little boy, his long
ebony curls, braided and beaded with silver and turquoise beads glistened
against iridescent skin, his clothes were more Star Tribe than Dogon,
apparently it wasn't a crime to wear each other's clothes here. Like the
storytellers before him, he closed his eyes and held the goblet just right,
listening to the whispers of the Yew tree while the light danced across his
face.
"Atalon
had inherited a kingdom in decay" he began as the image appeared in his
mind. "The magnificent city of Vinilla had become a crumbling city of
ruin, but Atalon wasn't deterred. He had big plans for his new city, Atlan. He
began by rebuilding the city from the ground up. At first the Star People were
happy, they willingly worked for their gold beads under the new king's rule.
The Vine Club became legal and trendy, the newly renovated city of Atlan
flourished with new business and popularity, tourism picked up and the coffers
began to fill again.
As
the Origians were nearing adulthood, Atalon had anticipated a seamless
transition, it was to be a time of expansion but there was a balance of energy
shifting that was affecting his plans. Now that the prohibition had been
lifted, many of the slaves were falling in love, the Phoenix Flame was rising,
Archons were being smothered and Phoenix babies were being born in exponential
ways.
Forced
to intervene, Atalon turned toward the old trick his father had tried so hard
to master so as to regain his power; Fear. He came up with a cunning plan. He
would run a Tabloid Campaign that read: 'NEW
ORIGIAN ARCHAEOLOGICAL THINK TANK DISCOVER NEW TRUTH ABOUT OUR PAST!' He
would demand they discard all they had been told about their god Elon. He would
tell them that ancient texts revealed that Medel was the real Creator god, that
he had been possessed by Archonic Forces who made him spread lies about Elon
and that was why he hadn’t been protected from Aquilla’s Wrath! He taught them
that Aquilla was an Archonic Demon, that only a true Creator god, the Real Phoenix had the power to slay him.
He
ordered the slaves worship the statue as Medel. He made them tremble in fear of
Aquilla’s Wrath. He told them they had to beg Medel for His forgiveness or else
suffer the same fate as Medel himself. He told the slaves the only way Medel
would forgive them was if they sacrificed their finest blood for Him. That's
how sacrifices beneath the idol of their Creator god, Medel, became a
regular routine."
"What?" Zara couldn’t believe her
ears.
"Overnight,
the slaves began to divide between those that believed in their new king's
story of Medel, and those who felt that perhaps this so-called Archonic spirit
had possessed the king, too. There were many slaves who had wondered what was
true and what was not, many of them had been betrayed by friends of late,
perhaps these friends had been possessed by this Archonic spirit also?
These
slaves with questions began gathering in secret, in search for the truth about
their Solarian past and this so-called Archonic spirit that was enslaving their
tribe with Fear, Heartache and Greed. As the sacrifices in the Courtyard began
to take their loved ones away, more and more slaves began to question these new
beliefs. It was because of love that the slaves went in search of the truth
about these Archons."
Zara
couldn't help but identify with the story. It was the love she felt for Orien
that drove her to overcome her fears in search of him, it was love that fueled
her thirst for the Truth. She too wanted to know why her beautiful baby boy had
to die more than ever now, no matter how badly it hurt.
"This
new questioning of beliefs created a new division amongst the slaves, which
generated a new Dark Energy." Akku continued. "Arguments between
those who believed, those who did not and those who knew, but didn't want the
Phoenix slaves to know, became viral. Slaves took sides, fights were spilling
out into the streets, production was suffering and this set the stage for
Atalon’s next stage of the plan."
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