In my younger days, I had power. Power I wielded like a hammer. With it I shaped myself and my world. I helped build a dream. A shining example brought low by a tide of petty evils. By the end my friends were dead and our allies scattered to the winds. So much power, power enough to shape a world but not enough to keep it. I was so tired but the fires of creation singing through me would not let me die. People say that I was tricked into the tree. In reality it was the only oblivion I could craft for myself. I slept fitfully, the passing years playing out as a dream. Something wrent the tree from its mooring and I stumbled out. Kept strong by its roots deep into the Well. I blinked and saw sunlight for the first time in more than a thousand years, just as a bright sword stabbed out of the sky with a keaning wail. The roar was deafening, the howl of metal tearing. I didn’t think. I lashed out with my will. Anything to make the noise stop. Now they laud me a hero. When what I am is just a frightened old man.
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How odd to regard an ex mental patient as a Savior. Even stranger to be that patient. All my life I heard whispers, glimpses of the world beneath this one. The whispers told me what I always knew, I was something more. It’s what we all want to hear, and I made my first mistake. I told someone. First my parents, then my shrink. The drugs helped. I stopped hearing the voices so loudly. But a steady whisper, different from the others remained. It spoke to me of how to convince them that I was normal. How to conform in six easy steps . It worked for awhile, just another happy kid in suburban hell.
England
Swamped by reporters
I wish you people would just leave me alone. The squirrels in my tree chattered less than you.
If you’re not going to let me get back to my nap, then at least point me to the nearest pub.
New Jerusalem:
“I’m Rebecca Gomez, reporting live from Wall that encircles New Jerusalem. Since the invasion of the Unknown ships was defeated this wall has cut off all of contact between the so-called Knights of the Temple and the outside world.
Leaving us to wonder what these, perhaps misnamed, heroes are hiding.
Back to you Jeff. “
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When the ships appeared out of the still sky on a lonely august morning, the world reeled in shock, not only was alien life confirmed but here it was irrefutable in its ovoid shaped glory.
What wonders would this new era bring… Better to ask what horrors, for as world leaders and corporations struggled to both make sense of it while avoiding mass panic, this technological marvel, on this historic day, opened fire. Their numbers and firepower left cities a smoldering ruin, along with ankor wat, the sphinx and several tibetan temples. In those beginning hours it seemed inevitable, the extinction of the human race was underway, though other species were not exempt from attention. Pods of whales and dolphins were destroyed. Wholesale slaughter of the great apes. Then, in the still, chill of night a beam of sickly green shot out of a Tennessee swamp, striking the side of one of the ships. For a brief moment, nothing, then a vast deafening ripping sound filed the air and the ship was rent in two. The counterstrike had begun. While the military struggled to put together a meaningful attack plan others had dusted off old contingency plans and acted. Some singly, and others in concerted groups. Who were these saviors, you ask. Perhaps delta force or a secret darpa project? No. The man who brought down the first ship was an ex mental patient, someone the world was convinced was crazy. After all, only a crazy person would claim he was the reincarnation of an old shaman who could do real magic. In Jerusalem the Knights of the temple came out from bunkers deep beneath the city wielding complicated and disturbing technological horrors. Oh, the ships fell under their onslaught but many who saw those weapons in action were driven irrevocably mad. In Wales, a great oak tree said to have been standing for a thousand years split in twain, and out stepped a wizened old man who looked mightily disturbed at those who had interrupted his nap. All over the world secret societies and ancient guardians woke up.
Pelgris 