The following is an Alternative Ending to Tray Caladan's "SON of ZOG," the second book in the 'traylogy' ("The CONTINUUM" & "The Cydonian War"). What if outer space was White, filled & flooded with Energy?
An alarm rang, that was not an alarm! The device only woke Cal and Mary out of a restful and needed sleep. Cal was alive and in the physical world, again. He shut off the alarm. He looked over at the other half of his life, his wonderful wife, Mary. He really loved her after many happy years.
They didn’t want to get out of the hover-bed. So they didn’t. The blonde Caladans stretched at the same time and shook their dreams away as the real world formed around them…
Their dome-home on Simar was (strangely) not produced by artist and architect, Cal. The round walls and amazing, curved ‘spacial’ areas, which poured into other areas (rooms) under the white dome, were created by one of Cal’s favorite designers and painters in the galaxy: Rog Vean. To own a Vean dome original was a boyhood fantasy of Cal. Rog even signed it.
The only part not created by ‘Rog’ was the power-antenna high over center of the dome, which (like all devices) was powered by energy frequencies everywhere.
Maybe I’ll build an original of my own in the back…smaller, of course.
They recently bought an exquisite ‘township’ called Avalon, which was filled with orchards of purple Yarbello trees. Location of Caladans’ dome-home was slightly off from the purple township’s center and near the base of a pink mesa, Cal called: Pree. They did not own their little, black shat named Eo. It was more like…she owned them.
The Caladans’ only child was not a child anymore. Sam was 16 and away at the Priesthood with other scientists at Simar’s Prime Temple of Higher Learning. It was the brilliant boy’s first yarn away from his parents and Home Schooling. He was on his way here. Late this Cycle, a very much anticipated family reunion will occur inside the white dome-home.
They were all happy and good.
Almost everyone was happy in a universe without night, without knowledge of what night was or anything associated with black space…or pure evil. SPACE WAS WHITE! Space was lit, like all the universes (except one). Space had power, energy and magnetism and full spectrums of such frequencies. Space and atmospheres were filled to capacity…with White Magic or Love.
On Simar, like on about every planet and moon, skies were WHITE, like the space beyond. At times, weather happened in pastel, spectral colors. Light turquoise or orange rain and snow or light green hailstones or even pale, violet fog and clouds appeared on the sacred planet under the usual white skies and White Space.
On Simar, it was the Priesthood’s Spirit within gentle, soft, white temples that taught great, natural truths down to microscopic truths, beneath the surface of all things. The pretty purple and sometime pink landscape along with ancient souls of ancestors helped guide scientific minds of the present among the sacred and very beautiful shrines. It was a natural education of peace and love and science and music and art and math and the learning of pure facts.
What was truth?
Unfiltered, untainted facts and real truths were taught to boy and girl ‘cadets.’ The teachings were not training programs of the ‘Union’ or lame State-sponsored Media programs. The cadets and potential priests were not part of military indoctrination in any way, shape or form. The Simaran Priesthood was not a military academy or trade school. Actually, the curriculum of Truth often blasted / criticized / exposed the evil politics of the Republic and United Federation before it. Cadets were guided by wisdom to Question Everything. Question Authority. Question the State or whomever was in power. Question what the Media transmitted incessantly: propaganda and LIES. Students were taught to know and therefore SEE the truth.
Son Sam was part of a real, enlightened, education program on Simar that any moral Citizen would be extremely proud of.
Cal and Mary made sure their young man truly advanced himself from the Home Schooling that was well provided for Sam’s first fifteen years. Now he learned by light-yarns and from wise, reincarnated Masters at the Prime Temple of Higher Learning. Sam’s parents thanked the blessed suns in White Space that their young man did not attend bogus Galactic College or State-sponsored business schools, but instead of most young Citizens…
…Chose the Simaran Priesthood as a cadet on the road of pure science and math and was destined to find truth and understanding in time. Cal and Mary were relieved that Sam was in good hands with warm hearts at the Temple. He would not be trained into belief-systems or lies of the State or Union or Party and be one more ‘Citizen for the Republic.’ Cal and Mary Caladan did not ‘support’ the reigning galactic Republic.
GST was 2101.3000000.
Time did not matter~
“Yes, my love?”
“Did you have a weird dream?”
She was stumped for a quarter ya, then answered, “No, um…no, ah…now that I think of it? Well, maybe something, something I remember…”
“You do remember it?” Cal asked and then he yawned.
“You think we had the same dream?”
He replied, “Ulp, ah, well…don’t know. Mine was so…so, so lucid…” Cal had his hands behind his head and he stared up into the curvature of the dome. “What do you recall about yours, Mare?” He listened closely.
She spoke up as if flashes of another place and time suddenly appeared. “It concerned a State Trooper, a high-ranking guard…who had a change of heart. Or was it an entire metamorphosis into a Being so…so very different than a Centurion android with blind obedience to the Republic?”
“Did he have a name?” Cal had a hidden reason for the question.
“What?” Mary snapped away from the images in her mind.
“Do you remember his name?” Cal Caladan asked his wife.
“Give me a ya. I have to concentrate.” She concentrated. “Ca…LAD…rian. Caladrian Trask, I think was his name…”
Cal absolutely froze as if he was immersed under a cold Pool of Zog. Then he acted a part and ‘innocently’ asked, “Like our name? Was he me, Mare?”
She was not aware of the pause. For one a bit psychic, she didn’t notice the deception.
“Oh, you wouldn’t want to be this Bozzer, darling. He was a Zog-awful killer, my love.” She smiled and was also prone. “I think I know you fairly well over the last twenty yarns. You’re nothing like this terrible, cruel, evil, evil man, Cal.”
Mary and Cal were extraordinarily sensitive and occasionally psychic.They were not on the high order of seers and great Mystics in the galaxy, but they knew they could tap into certain odd abilities or possibilities of the senses. They were very aware of how perfectly matched they were. They certainly understood that Sam had special capabilities and phenomenal potential to do amazing things. That’s why he was the ‘sun cadet’ at the Temple, according to last reports.
[It was believed by many on secret State levels, that all three Caladans were incredible people and much more important than anyone knew. The special family was not aware that they were closely watched by the Galactic Union, which had a strong interest in them, especially Sam. Time-Machines once showed the Federation the ancestors of the Caladans and the wars they fought and Time-Machines have shown the current Republic the power inside young Sam].
“I can’t remember much else about the Centurion, Caladrian, other than I think he redeemed himself from…from the fascism of the State called the Order…”
Mary rubbed her eyes and said, “Yes. I think he was a good guy. Now…now it’s gone.”
“Tell me your dream. You said it was lucid, vivid.”
Cal was overwhelmed. “Ha. There was a lot there. It concerned my father, Trey…”
“Oh. Tell me. You’ve never spoken much about ‘m ‘cept he was in prison for a long time, innocent of Conspiracy charges.”
“Yeah. Well, that was a long time ago. My understanding is…he spoke the truth; corrupt State Police didn’t like it and he disappeared, so the story goes…”
She did not notice.
“What was the dream that involved him?”
“Huh?” Mary was mystified at the concept.
“Have you ever heard of card games? A deck of cards or how to play?”
“Never. Ha. But I’ll bet you can invent new games. You know, from your dreams, Cal?”
She returned to ‘serious’ mode. “Go on with your dream. Trey played these games, is it?”
“Yeah, sort of. They were kind of important.” Cal paused, then said in a lower voice, “Because our entire galaxy’s existence depended on it.”
“Wow. Nice dream. I guess he won?” Mary turned toward her husband and rested her head on her right hand.
“Yeah, Pinwheel was somehow connected and very crucial to higher worlds called Continuums…”
“And even lower, much smaller, infinitesimal continuums on mega-microscopic levels.” Cal came down from ‘pastel clouds’ in his mind and turned, looked directly into his wife’s eyes. He changed the subject, but really did not. “Ever hear of planet Earth, Mare?”
“Earth? Nope. That’s a new one,” she replied.
“Of course I’ve heard of Mineer: Third planet in the Ra System. I forget what sector. What about it?”
“Strange that many Citizens are drawn to its…mystery: like, did it have a phantom moon or not?” Cal made a statement that was little understood by Union Monitors, crystal-recorders, United Watchers and Listeners. “I…I think it was the Beginning, the Center of all things.”
Mary let the eccentric, eclectic, philosophic statement roll over her like grease on a Canto Bear. “This is fun…better than exploring. What else have you pulled out of yer dream?”
He smiled. He continued with a frown when he remembered, “Ugh. You won’t believe this one, dear.” Cal’s demeanor changed to negative.
“Black space?” she echoed in utter wonder. “Waddo you mean, black space?”
“Okay, imagine space or area around planets and suns…NOT white.”
Mary responded with what Media had accurately stated on the News in the world of Science, recently. “They say it’s not as white as it used to be…”
“Mare! Never mind that. Imagine empty space: a complete void, a big, big Nothing!” He was suddenly emotional.
She was quick. “Like the absence of color, the absence of frequencies, no magnetic-electrism, no Light, no Power anywhere? Is THAT the nightmare yer talkin’ about?” She shared his paranoia.
He held her tight. “Yes, my love. It was a nightmare. I saw fear. I saw doom. I saw our universe dim, dim and darken in the future.”
“But Cal, it was a dream. It was only a dream, dear.” She felt his fear. He was never this worried before. There were slight tremors in their bodies.
Was their secure ‘island’ of a home on Simar in jeopardy? There were no great Wars or smaller fayds to be concerned with. Cal, Mary and Sam had no enemies. There were only the unknown ‘Eyes in the Skies’ of the Galactic Union as well as other monitoring means by State Officials and aliens.
Sam, in a grey robe, was alone within the enormous ‘hidden’ Hall of the Prime Temple. Opulence surrounded the boy soon to be a man, soon to be a Citizen. Radiant gemstones on walls, ancient artifacts, grails, even on covers of sacred Books had holy purposes. Temples of such riches were completely masked from outsiders and also other cadets. Only High Masters entered the Hall or, on very rare occasions, a special guest.
Sam knelt at the ‘Altar of Contemplation,’ in the center, and understood that the moment was extremely rare. He was special. He was deeply honored as if his stellar education in the Sciences had been greatly accelerated by simply given the privilege to kneel here...
…Where Zog had been known to speak~
Some Masters claimed to have communed with Zog on this very spot, the center of ME vortexes and lines of natural forces, visible and invisible.
To the boy in robes, it was virtually impossible to believe where he was in the now. He also could not believe ZOG MIGHT SPEAK~
Sam was given an opportunity that no other ‘cadet’ EVER was given to prove his Mystic strength, will and power. Could he communicate with Zog? It took some time to realize that fact within him. Would nothing happen, as often occurred when potent Masters bowed before Zog when they were given their only chance? Every high-ranking Temple Official or ‘Metrone,’ Union Official as well as alien authorities in multiple galaxies…wanted to know, desperately.
Astronomical numbers of eyes were now upon nervous Sam. He knew.
Caladan, first in his class, understood that he was no longer a ‘cadet.’ He was a potential Master at a very young age. He felt that the Watchers Watched and Listeners Listened…
“AH! Who, ah…w-who is there?” Sam looked around the massive Hall.
Nothing different was seen but minerals of fabulous wealth and beauty inlaid among gold-trimmed walls. Nothing had moved. Radiation lines continued out from the special altar for nearly 1/10 of a fell in every direction. The Voice seemed as if it emanated from within Sam.
“You know who is here with you, Sam. I have always been with you.”
“Zog.” He was excited. His eyes enlarged and glowed.
“You laugh? Ha. Zog laughs.” The boy was enchanted.
“Yes, Sam. One must laugh when faced with the horrific truth.”
His expression of awe changed to sad curiosity. “What horrific truth?”
The deep, strong, internal Voice only laughed again.
Sam sincerely asked from his heart, “Tell me what I should do. What should I do to serve you, great and powerful Zog?”
“Did you know, you are not a Citizen?”
“I thought I was, sir.”
"No. It is one of many errors in the Great Teachings I will show you. But you can become a Citizen…through…sacrifice.”
“The Teachings, the Testament…are in error, Zog?”
“You will discover: Everything is different at higher levels. Sam, would you like to become leader of the Last Order? With my help, you could rule. We’ve seen it…”
The boy was bedazzled and confused inside elite mysticism (and not facts). “What, the Republic?”
After pleasantries, loving vibrations, long hugs and even kisses were exchanged between the Caladans, they had a hearty meal together. Eo, the shat, was excited to see Sam again. The food was fantastic. They ate rare xils, cut thick with spicy fritters and fancy, colorful side-dishes. Robotic cooks did a splendid job.
Green Meads of different potency were in the Caladans’ hands as they retired to the main living-area.
The mechanical help went to work.
It was yars since the whole family was under the same dome. The get-together had been anticipated for a long time. Sam’s parents had a few unexpected surprises for their son. He seemed different, somehow, and much older. He was no longer a boy. Cal and Mary knew to treat Sam as the educated man of the Sciences he had become. After only one yarn, their son was a PRIEST. And not the phony versions of tele-priests viewers saw over Media, but a true one. They were very proud of Sam. He appeared as the ‘Prince of Magraloth,’ from the old stories.
The parents smiled and didn’t know how to start the conversation. Small talk was over; now there would be more meaty dialogue.
“How much do you sleep?” Sam asked an unusual question.
Cal answered, “Oh, I don’t know. I suppose the full yam, like most other Citizens.”
“Why do you ask, Sam?” Mother asked.
“Was there ever a time when you slept less, like when you were young?”
Cal realized, “I think we did sleep and eat less. But we were younger, son. More things to do; we were much more active and less tied down…”
Mary responded to her husband with a big smile, “You’re tied down? Are you?”
Mr. Caladan had to rephrase. “I mean…we were more free, ah.”
Sam cracked a small joke. Small jokes were often tossed about in the family triangle. “That didn’t help, father.”
“Great having you home, son.”
“Yeah, you said…” Sam had a test in mind. He knew he could hide his real intentions from them. The next question was not ‘out of the blue’ as his parents assumed. “We’ve never really talked about…”
Cal sensed what was coming and tensed up while Mary remained clueless.
“…Your father, grandfather Trey.”
Cal switched to ‘automatic’ and, very deep inside, wondered if his son had learned the truth about Trey? He was sure his son picked up on how uncomfortable the subject was. Cal used a lot of mental strength to act normal. “What, what would you like to know about him, son?”
Why did it seem that Sam understood more than Cal?
Sam knew that the next question should spark a reaction on the order of White Atomics. “Was his name ever…Caladrian?” Son looked father directly in the eyes, sternly, with power and confidence. “Is that our original name, father?”
The question struck Cal and Mary like blows from mighty pendrilles.
She recalled her dream about the Centurion. She gasped at her husband, “Cal. How can that be?”
Caladan, senior, finally responded with, “Where did you hear that, Sam?”
Sam was undaunted and repeated, “Is that our original name, father?”
“Of course not. It’s always been Caladan.” After another awkward pause, “Wait a ya…”
Now the lie. Make something up good, father.
Cal acted as if he remembered: “There was a court case…”
Mary believed every word and listened.
Sam did not. “Really?”
“It was a long time ago. 2077, maybe? Someone named Caladrian…sued your grandfather. I forget over what invention, maybe all of them? He claimed they were his and because of similarity in names, something like that, son. I think he was trying to steal them.” He looked deeper into Sam in search of a sincere reply. “What did you hear? I’d like to know.”
Sam responded to the lie with one of his own. “A rumor, some News item that Trey had a conflict with a guy named Trask. I guess it was about the court case you mentioned.” Sam stared into Mary’s face.
She was nearly compelled to ask the next question. She finished her green drink and asked him, “Cal? Earlier…I said Caladrian and you said nothing…”
Sam again commented with, “Really?” in a slightly higher pitch. “How about that?”
Cal answered his wife. “Forgot the name. Sam jogged it out of me, now.”
“Hmm. Here’s a question about the famous prisoner, your father…”
“He wasn’t famous, Sam,” Cal replied, calmly.
“Did his imprisonment have anything to do with the court case, this Trask guy?”
“Of course not. Trey was a political prisoner of the United Federation, way back then, before the Republic.”
Mary wanted to clear the air and discover why this was important to her son or what was really on his mind. “Why are you asking about your grandfather, Sam?”
He gently touched her hand. “Mother, recently…I feel closer and closer to grandfather. Ah…like he…”
Cal kept calm. Inside he was not and his son knew it.
Sam turned back toward Cal. “Can you tell me more of Trey?”
“Yes. What was he like? What do you remember? What exactly was he guilty of? What did the Bozzing feds do to him? I want to know his case! Everything you know about it, father. Wasn’t he a rebel? Wasn’t he of great interest to you? Wasn’t Trey a hero to you?”
Mary wanted to hear more since she was also vague on Cal’s unique father and his bizarre history.
More lies, dear father?
“I don’t know much. He died long ago. He was charged with being a Separatist from the Federation or being its leader? Not sure.”
“Leader of the early Separatists? Really?” Sam looked at his mother.
Mary shook her head. “I never knew that.”
Cal continued. “I think he was in federal prison for 10 yarns and then nothing was ever heard from him again. Possibly, if I knew more facts…your grandfather would be more of a hero to me. Strange that he’s been on your mind, son.” Cal gestured and relaxed. He thought everything was fine.
Sam seemed in a daze. “Facts, hmm. Yes, we’d know where we stood if we got the facts right.” He looked up as if he spoke to a higher entity.
“Sam? You all right?” Mary inquired.
“Of course.” Their pride and joy smiled big and tensions under the dome were gone.
Sam sure had grown. Not only was his maturity and level of knowledge boosted by extraordinary methods, so was his 7 senses. He heard a robotic craft land outside of the Vean dome and he should not have heard the sounds. Sam turned and reacted. “What was that?”
Cal was shocked. “You heard that?” His father knew that the drone shuttle from Pan docked outside at this precise split-ya. He did not understand how his son was immediately aware of the arrival.
“Do you have something planned, people? Maybe an after-dinner excursion?” Sam smiled and got to his feet as if to lead the way.
Cal joked, “Don’t you know?”
They all stood up and laughed.
Soon they packed what they needed for the short trip. Each dressed in special shuttle-suits that resembled tight, grey pressure-suits.
In no time, they had the proper tech and marched toward the Pan shuttle. They were shocked at the monstrously large, crystaline bubble on the top portion of the ship. The curved windows were wonderful viewing-walls that made portals a thing of the past, thanks to force-fields. The central antenna appeared quite powerful.
Sam estimated (correctly) that the ship could reach Tauk 9, but was programmed at a cruise-speed of T7 for the transportation of Citizens.
The white sky held distant lavender rain clouds over Simar.
Sam and Mary went inside the sleek craft. There was plenty of room in the 5-seater.
Cal inhaled a big breath of clean air before he ‘clicked’ his suit closed. He stared up and beyond, into White Space, where they would beam astronomical mega-bars in a relatively small period of time. He said goodbye to his home and the Pree mesa and Yarbello trees of Avalon.
When everyone was settled into the appropriate reclino-seat and the destination was ready for ‘audio command,’ Sam asked, “Hey, where are we going? Or is that the surprise?”
The parents were more excited by the ya.
Mary looked at Cal and laughed. “Should we tell him?”
Father nodded and also grinned.
“Well, mister. We thought it would be a nice treat to vacation on Eldorato,” Mary expressed with warmth and love in her heart. “It is so…beautiful there, as you’ve heard, with the plant life and three suns. Reservations were very hard to get. What d’you say, Sam? How does that sound?”
“Eldorato? I sure don’t want to go there. Isn’t it my homecoming party?”
Cal replied, “Yes. Sure. We don’t…have to go to El…”
“We can go anywhere you want, dear,” Mary interrupted.
The parents were a bit mystified.
Sam confessed, “I had something different in mind.” He smiled a strange, wide grin.
On board the curved 5-seater, the family enjoyed the fantastic journey through White Space (except one).
The new Pan design for shuttles with the innovative dome made viewing simply an incredible experience, if you weren’t bored with infinite White everywhere? The view was extraordinary near sun systems, planets and satellites as well as over alien terrains. As far as a trip through highly-charged and energized space, the view was extremely dull.
The craft’s power-antenna smoothly received the pure energy in space and converted the vehicle into modes of omni-propulsion.
“Where’re we going, Sam?” Mary asked, sweetly.
Cal was also curious. “This have anything to do with what you’ve learned at the Priesthood?”
“Oh, yes. Remember I asked you about sleep?”
“I learned our ancestors never slept; they didn’t need to…and it’s connected to the energy in space.”
Mary wondered, “We only sleep a yam a Cycle. Connected?”
“Yeah, LOOK. Take a good look out the window.”
“What do you mean, Sam? Just tell us; teach us.” Cal sensed a twinge of fear, inside.
Mary did not see the near future because she would not have believed the vision.
Sam relaxed his attitude and happily became a ‘teacher-Priest.’ “It is darker, I’ve learned. Seriously, look again at the white. Don’t you two remember it being a bit brighter when I was very young, and brighter still when you were young?”
“I guess it is a shade darker…now that you mention it, Sam.”
Cal was concerned. He asked, “All right. Hard to notice the clicks of time, let’s say you are 100% correct. What do scientists think it means, Sam?”
His mask was again a smile. “Don’t you see?” The Priest could not have been more serious and somber on the inside of his bright demeanor. “It means…everything…everything, dear parents…is darkening.”
“I don’t understand, how can this be?” Mary asked the men. “Tell us what it means, Sam.”
Sam’s face was as a stranger’s face to them: It was wild, like an animal. “It means, mother…times are really going to change…”
What had his piercing, blue eyes seen?
Cal asked a question without fear in his voice. “The scientists think the…decay, er, drain or LOSS of power will continue without a repeating re-charge? But, son…actual darkness might be thousands of yarns from now.”
“Is it?” Sam replied with true knowledge of Time and not a question.
Mother Mary added, “You mean a complete Power Outage on a universal scale? That can’t happen: Every antenna, dish, pyramid, statue, obelisk and monolith rendered powerless?”
Sam laughed. “And that’s not all. Not only the Power Grids. You want to see?”
Sam casually removed a wristband his parents had not noticed or thought was part of his suit. He tossed it to his father. “Strap it on.”
“What is it?” Cal asked as he did what he was ordered to do. He inspected the odd mechanism as if it was from hundreds of yarns in the future.
“You will be able to view hundreds of yarns into the future.”
“Really?” Mary was fascinated and got to her feet. She huddled around Cal in the ‘driver’s seat.’
“The future is fixed, father. Hensi is coming to Nirvana.” His eyes were even wilder. “You can see it right there, looped over and over again.”
Black Space and a total Power Outage in the once perfect cosmos was the least of the horrors in the future. The wrist view-screen displayed organized slaughter of life on a universal scale, on an incomprehensible level to any moral and compassionate Citizen or life form. Hatred, killing and WAR were new inventions on such a pristine, galactic landscape!
The parents were frozen in disbelief.
“These are FACTS, mother and father! They cannot be changed. This will happen to our world, sooner than you think. Use your eyes again.”
Now Sam stood behind his father who sat in the main reclino-seat. The Priest’s strong arm moved toward the device and he punched a button on the band.
The screen changed and revealed more sick sights.
“You have never heard of Red and White Atomics or nuclear weapons. Why would you ever have heard of such Vidor-Dragmars? Now look.”
The screen showed vast annihilation over the surface of various planets in an instant…
The time-viewer was about to demonstrate more unbelievable mega-terrors.
“Did you know, planets do not decide to explode? They are made to explode.”
Mary cried more. “What are you showing us, son?”
“The truth,” Sam said coolly. “Didn’t you know?”
The screen gave them a 4HD view of the atomization of the pretty planet of endless dreams called Lilith.
Why was Sam so callous? Why did he not react to a galaxy turned into Hensi? What kind of Priest was he?
The man of Science and great Teacher, taught a bit more of History. “Lilith did not have the two monitor-moons in this time-line, of course…”
“That destruction you saw will form a lovely ring of asteroids and returning particles called ‘comets’ and ‘shooting stars’ in black night skies of Mineer…”
“…And you wouldn’t believe…truly incomprehensible, how wondrously beautiful the creatures once were on Lilith, the sweet and innocent Spirits of Shasheer…the life forms that were blown to pieces.”
Sam Caladan appeared to have mellowed. He sincerely told them, “I do apologize, dear family. It’s old News to me. I’m sure the truth is very frightening to you.”
“How do you know? How do you know for certain the images weren’t jango punse? You could have been deceived, son.”
“By the Temple? No. They told me the truth. But yer right; I could have been deceived. I had to discover and realize and experience for myself…and I did.”
“I went through Time.”
This was not part of any Higher Learning program the parents were familiar with.
Before Sam explained…
Cal looked beyond, through the shuttle’s dome and saw something ahead of them in the whiteness. “Mare, look. What’s that?”
The Priest replied, “Ah. We’re here.”
“Unbelievable,” was all Cal could say.
Mary was about speechless.
They parked the shuttle, left it on ‘idle’ and disembarked in the pressure-suits.
Under whitish skies, stretched out in a wide and very dark topography was the IMPOSSIBLE.
Mary had big eyes. She wondered in utter awe, “Where are we?”
Cal’s next words were: “We cannot be here. This is not allowed.”
Sam joked a joke they did not understand. “Well, we’re not in Pittsburgh. Ha. Or on Eldorato, obviously. Tell mother where we are, father.”
He slowly obeyed. “We’re…ha, ah…”
“What, Cal?” she urged.
“We’re…at the…Beginning,” he said dazed, as if in a dream.
“Where? Wow. Look at that.” She pointed.
Sam asked, “So you recognize the special, unknown and now dark and lifeless planet, do you, father?”
They continued and walked as if magnetically attracted in a certain direction. Something from the “Ruins” drew them closer.
Gargantuan ruins stood in the distance. The mountains weren’t mountains; they were titanic STATUES of the Zogs! Thousands were archived as if Katacombs stood fells high!
“How can that be since the Ruins cannot be filmed or ever recorded by any kind of crystal?” Sam asked. He knew the answer.
“Paintings. VR representations…in the minds of computer artists,” Cal imagined.
“You believe you recall because of remote-teuning on the part of…”
“Where are we?!” she yelled.
“The Ruins of the Zogs in ONE Sector,” Cal Caladan responded quickly.
“Huh.” Then Mary’s reflex-response kicked-in. “No one’s allowed to be there…”
They trekked onward along natural rock that seemed to form a road.
Cal was confused. For the first time since his son came home from the Priesthood, he got angry. “You’re telling me this is not a dream, this is real. And a Pan shuttle just star-skates us into the most guarded, impossible, restricted area of the Pinwheel Galaxy? Really?”
Sam laughed a sinister laugh. “Has nothing to do with Pan. It has to do with my…right (not privilege) since I’m a Child of Destiny…like my grandfather before me.”
“Where are we going? Why?” Mary Caladan firmly questioned.
Now Cal was very upset. He thought ‘anger’ was a good ploy. “Hold everything. Stop! Explain yourself, mister! What are we doing here?”
“Interesting. We’ve come to the exact spot on the Path. Turnaround, people. And look.”
A TP materialized in front of the trio. [Not a Tele-Pyramid from a Dream Continuum]. A Time-Pyramid took users into the real past or the real future. Pasts can be changed, futures cannot.
Only a few bars from his parents was a 7 and a half-bar high, 4-sided, more like a squared/hyperspace pyramid of Alokin-vision. The curious parents felt no threat from it. It hummed a sweet sound of a serene siren. There was a warm glow and light from the Quad-Energy Pyramid in flux. They moved even closer and slowly circled the Time-Pyramid.
“Just tell us what it is, Sam,” his father demanded.
His mother chose a calmer approach. “Please, Sam.”
“How about you tell ma who Caladrian really was? I know every thought in your head, father. He wasn’t a Separatist, their leader. He was their DESTROYER! War Marshall Trey Caladrian, your father, set fire to how many thousands of Separatists who dared rebel and fight against the United Federation?! Avalon paid for. Nice cozy home for the children of a monster!”
Mary cried again and felt that her son spoke the truth. Everything he said was the truth.
Cal came close to the particular T-Pyramid side that Sam tried to move him toward, but he moved away from the side too fast. The son changed his mind and halted his lunge.
From behind them, Sam pointed and shouted, “The Temple and the Priesthood are not what you think, father! It IS business; it IS money! You have not seen behind its black curtains.”
Cal screamed, “LIES!”
“No, father dear. It’s the truth. I’ll show you.”
The timing was right, exactly as the band displayed for the new Master…
When Cal stepped in front of the pre-programmed TP-side, Sam PUSHED him into it and held onto his father as to also be sucked into the hyperspace vortex~
Cal was suddenly in another world, another reality, a VR program, under a Mystic spell or potion or a part of a hallucination? It was not a dream or a fantasy in any way, shape or form.
He was inside what appeared as a jail cell but more like a very dark, stone, cold dungeon. One dim light projected his long shadow. Darkness was everywhere except the one dim light. There was also stark silence.
Something stirred in the darkness, beyond his shadow. Cal was not alone.
A grunt of a sound was made along with a few unheard words.
Cal was afraid. He yelled, “Who’s there? Show yourself! Sam?”
It was in the now, at this weird and horrible place, that Cal realized he was in a different body. He was younger. He had muscles, bruises and scars from being chained and whipped.
Sam emerged from the darkness. The light lit enough of his face that his father recognized him. But the face was a child’s face, half the age of Sam. Sam, 8 yarns old, spoke to the brutalized prisoner. The boy wore one more mask. He appeared in red robes.
Cal understood this was a computer-program and the boy-image was Sam’s avatar. Cal was desperate to know what this has been about…
Down deep, he knew. This was for his own deeds and deceptions.
The mad little monster stated with 100% authority and power: “My name is Caladrian! Slayer of all who oppose the Federation!”
“What kind of game is this, Sam? There’s no Federation.”
“And there won’t be a Republic after I get done with it. Do you know the Calkan story of Nemesis? She destroyed everything evil, wrong and corrupt. I am Nemesis...”
“Why am I so weak?”
“Because you’ve been beaten, unfed, of course. You’re a Federal prisoner, remember? I was saying…Temple is not what you think. Truth never is. Now I understand what Power is and the coming Darkness, what it really is.”
“What is it, Sam?”
The insane boy, drunk on twisted truths, replied, “Evil. You didn’t tell me, father! You didn’t tell me our family brought Hensi to Nirvana! Our bloodline changed protons to electrons and planted the First Seed of Evil in a Shasheeran Garden. We destroyed our own sweet Spirits and shattered them to the far universe! WE did that and cannot hide the truth anymore, El. We have to take responsibility for our actions, don’t you think so, my father? Or, maybe they were YOUR actions?”
Was he pure evil now? Was there any reasoning with him? Was he right?
The child of nightmares, but actually a child of the real world, calmly and coolly pulled out a cutting-tool and sparked a long, red flame. He casually tuned it to an intense setting that could cut through nesium. He looked directly into his father’s eyes. “Trey’s back. A small Temple creature named Mang showed me the truth in a Black Crystal.”
Cal saw it in his eye. “Huh. Where’s Mary? Where’s your mother? What are you going to do to your mother?”
“Oh Zog, there’s mother. Hm.” He became the Sardon and it smiled, with fangs. “You’re not going to like what I do to…mother.” His eyes were crazed. The child personified Evil.
Cal tried to scream and reach his son, but could not. He collapsed on the cold, stone floor.
The boy in red left the ‘prison’ via a Side only he accessed. The cutting-tool remained ON.
He trapped his father in a dark TP forever.
In the great Hidden Hall of the Temple with many gemstones of unholy purposes, a new High Master took center stage and received his reward for the sacrifice and attainment of the next precious Level. He was on his knees.
The entity that spoke to the Master was not Zog. It was Mang.
“Rise. You are no longer Sam-u-EL. You will be known as Citizen Cal of the Last Order.”
The young High Master bowed slowly and reverently and then rose to his feet.
“You defeated the Rangers. You once led battalions on the Fields of Fanguard against Separatist armies...and WON! You cremated our enemies, charged our legions in blood and paved the way for the glorious Republic! As Riveror, an entire universe, has turned empty and black, our world will be the second to reach The Darkness. Praise Mang. Praise Mang! We will go Dark and take 100% control. Praise, Mang!”
Thanks to Tray for sharing here!
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