A Brief excerpt from the Book of Myrthinus –
Home. After so many lifetimes on this world one would expect me to see it as such yet on evenings like these, when I allow my mind to wander, I see my lost world so clearly the yearning to return becomes overpowering. I feel then some empathy with Dardanos, but it is short-lived, for unchecked, his insanity would have doomed Earth and all that dwell here to the same terrible fate that destroyed our home.
Nothing good comes from dwelling on sad and bitter thoughts, yet as our numbers dwindle, I live in growing fear of finding myself unable to recall the simplest detail of my former world. It was a thriving planet before the impact. Oceans, rivers and lakes teemed with fish. Snowcapped peaks towered above the plains, and giant birds akin to eagles soared for miles across the ranges. Leagues of forest gave home to a myriad of creatures, and insects buzzed across meadows lush with herbs and flowers of vibrant color. It was a beautiful world, and we lived in complete harmony with it. No heavy industry choked the air with fumes. Our land was not plundered for its resources. One could not imagine a more wondrous place, but surpassing all was the might and majesty of those creatures that shared it with us. Dragons! Oh how my heart would soar with the sight of them! Brilliant Red and mighty Gold they would shine in the morning sun, yet in the evening their scales would reflect the muted light of our twin moons in hues of purple, amber and silver.
Dragons! I could fill page after page with tales and descriptions of these strange and powerful beings, but I digress, for that is not my purpose here. Perhaps if time allows then that tale can be told with the detail and richness it deserves, but this history serves a more desperate need. These pages are to explain the course I’ve charted through Earth’s turbulent past, and to serve as a warning to those who will follow me should I fail, for I am old now. Old beyond measure, and the weight of the centuries, and the burdens I’ve carried lay heavy upon me, yet while the threat of Dardanos’s legacy remains, I must strive to stand against it and recruit others to the cause.
So——Dardanos? Who is he, you may wonder? Well, once I counted him closer than any brother.
It was he who had first alerted the elders to the new star that had appeared in our sky. We were an inward-looking people and the path of the stars and planets, while well known, held little interest to us. His discovery was met with little more than mild amusement.
As the years passed, so this “star” grew in brightness, then gradually size. Then, for the first time, our society began to know fear. People talked of an impact that would destroy us all, and the elders became divided. Could we perhaps change the path of this thing we now understood to be a comet? Did we perhaps have nothing to fear and this visitor from the depths of space would pass us by? Or should we, as some demanded, seek a means to flee our doomed world? The latter suggestion was met with complete derision but time would not wait, and the comet grew larger as each month passed, seeming to hang threateningly over us each night, a constant reminder of our impending fate.
Dardanos and I, in secret, fashioned lenses to study in more detail our new star and our neighboring planets, and in Earth we found a possible escape, but how could it be reached? How does one travel such vast and empty distances? The comet was now visible in the daylight sky, and chaos gripped our people. Society inevitably succumbed to the basest human level, and our ordered culture began to tear itself apart. People blamed the elders, violence erupted in the streets; it was a time of darkness and decay.
The art of translocation was well practiced, but never had any of us attempted to move across the void of space. Could it be done? Ancient legends of our people spoke of the founders of our race traveling between worlds at will, but this had become a thing of myth. In desperation, we turned to anything that offered hope for our salvation. Dardanos and I pored over the old texts and crumbling tablets seeking a way to achieve what even to us seemed impossible.
To travel to earth we needed a location that could be visualized. Some would call it a pattern. If we could fashion that location on earth then we could travel between worlds at will. We first determined the spin and rotation of the earth in relation to our planet and the stars. We then looked for a reference point in space common to both worlds, and we chose the constellation Orion. During the spring season the three stars of the belt were bright and easy to spot, and we used these as alignment guides. Our telescopes, while crude, had shown us little more than a blue and white ball. But we worked hard perfecting the art of lens and mirror making, and as the months passed so our view of Earth improved dramatically until before us appeared a world of clouds, of oceans and land.
We made many assumptions. We assumed the oceans of earth would be akin to those of our home, and therefore targeted an area of coastline much like our own, a giant delta where a large river emptied into the sea.
To will ourselves such a large distance would not be possible. No individual would be strong enough, so we built a gate that would open a channel between both worlds. Many great minds bent their wills to holding the gateway open, which was a considerable feat given we had no known target upon which to anchor the other end.
Countless brave people died making the first attempts to cross the void of space and we had no way of knowing what had killed them. Had they arrived in a poisonous inhospitable atmosphere and choked to death? Was our portal misaligned and we had sent people to drown in the seas? Had we failed to create a bridge at all and sent our travelers not to Earth but blinking into nothingness, lost in the endless void of space?
There were so many failed attempts, but it took only one success to establish a bridge. It was slow and dangerous, but one at a time we made the journey. The energy expended to hold the portal open, even for a few minutes, was immense. If we were to save our people we had to find another way.
Earth was lush with vegetation and wildlife, and the different life forms we encountered were a constant surprise to us, but not all life was different! Who would have thought that two worlds harboring such diverse plant and animal life would have also produced creatures that were the same? Crocodiles we had never seen and they filled us with terror, but the hippos were identical to the kuowli of our home—river cows, we called them.
We spent many weeks traveling upstream along the river now known as the Nile, and here we encountered our first humankind. Primitive people yet proud. They looked on us with fear and called us gods, the shining ones, those who bridged the stars, and they gathered in awe as we began construction of the pattern that would act as an anchor between our worlds.
Our alien structures took shape over the coming months, reaching up in perfect alignment to Orion’s belt, with the Nile a mirror of the Milky Way. When complete they were a poor comparison to the structures of home, but given we spent less than a year in their construction, the three great pyramids would serve as a recognizable pattern to begin a mass translocation from our home—the planet Mars…
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