Tales of Destiny

The Eternal Showdown of “The Fates” Part Three

The Boy vs. The Lost Child

Previously…

Part 1 & Part 2

And now, let’s carry on…

   “Who are you?”

   The Boy looked at his negative twin with reservation. How could life exist in this universe without his imagination fueling it?

   The malevolent twin grinned at his awakened enemy, “Did you see them? The ones that are always watching us. They’re watching us now even as we speak.”

   The Boy looked around and saw no one, but inside his mind’s eye, he knew that the dark man was right.

   This reality made him feel violated.

    The Lost Child continued, “I know that you sensed the madness inside them. The confusion and inconsistency that permeates every bit of their nature. I have to ask you my idealistic friend: Why would you want life to corrupt our universe. We have peace here.”

   The Boy pondered this question for ages as The Lost Child waited patiently for his answer. Every acre of his imagination was traversed for the answer to his twin’s inquiry.

   And, finally, one idea came to him. It was an idea so simple and rewarding, but was nearly impossible for any group of beings to achieve, let alone fictional ones:

   “Harmony,” he said as a light birthed itself between the two men.

   It took almost a century but that light took a spiritual shape and manifested itself into the image of a woman. But this woman was an angel in the eyes of The Boy and he named her Harmony.

    “STOP!”

   That one word echoed throughout The Boy’s universe from The Lost Child’s mouth as two sais fell from the sky and landed in front of the hate filled man.

   At the very same time, a sword fell from the sky and landed in front of The Boy. Both men looked at the weapons in front of them and they picked them up. Inside each of them was something (or someone) telling them that it was their destiny to own the weapons in front of them and face each other in battle.

   The Boy did not understand this need for battle as he picked up his sword, but The Lost Child picked up his sais with glee and dashed towards his enemy with murderous lust in his eyes.

To Be Continued…

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The Eternal Showdown of “The Fates” Part One

The Boy vs. The Lost Child

From the beginning of that other universe that is “slightly” different from ours, there existed “The Boy”. He had no idea where he came from or who created him. He didn’t have any surface reflections to see what he actually looked like.

He was just “there”.

It was just him in a dark space of nothingness. For centuries he formed thought upon thought and he had no clue where these ideas were coming from. At some point, the concept of imagination filled his mind with endless potential and, at that very moment, a sun appeared from a very far distance in that nothingness that The Boy lived in. He smiled at the thing that he knew in his mind to be “light”.

He felt a kinship with two concepts that were associated with the sun: warmth and vision. The idea of “love” came into his mind and he decided to focus his imagination to make this sensation a reality. The Boy started to design “space” and the stars and various phenomenon that made up “the universe” that was so similar to our own.

In all of his creative glory The Boy was unaware of was that the light gave birth to his shadow…and his shadow had something that lived inside of it. The Boy, in a creative fury, could feel that something else was there with him in the universe but he didn’t realize that he was giving birth to a being that would affect his future.

The Boy, after decades of giving birth to “his” universe, he decided to make something called “a planet” and create “life” there. He didn’t understand why he should do this, it just felt like the right thing to do.

After a century, he constructed his first planet and he called it “Giradia”. His shadow started to twitch with frustration but The Boy still continued to ignore the possibility that he wasn’t alone in the universe.

One night, while The Boy was sleeping, a man emerged from out of his shadow. If The Boy were to wake up and see the man (and if The Boy was to ever see his own image) he would have seen a man who looked just like him. But where The Boy had a positive disposition, this figure was the embodiment of negativity.

The hateful figure just stared at his sleeping host and anger seethed throughout his soul. He was furious at the idea that The Boy wanted to create life in this universe. This man had seen our world and hated humanity for all of its contradictions. He had no power in our universe, but his powers equally opposed The Boy’s ability to create in their universe. His abilities were in the art of destruction.

He wanted no life to ever exist in universe his twin created; the silence there gave his spirit peace. The man touched the sleeping Boy’s temple and connected his dreams to our world…

To Be Continued…

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The Deserter

A Long Time Ago in the Land of Pangaea

   Linkera sat under a swaying tree on a hill thinking about how he ran away from his “responsibilities” and how he was a happier man for doing it. His golden brown skin matched the deep sunset that was placed before him, his long black hair blowing in tandem with the tree’s branches. He looked down at the simple village that was positioned at the base of the massive hill, the villagers were starting to light up the man-sized torches that would eventually light up the dirt roads of the town of Parta. He accepted that the residents of this peaceful town were the only people he should answer to.

He didn’t give a damn who created him; he owed his “masters” nothing.

He licked his chapped lips as the cool breeze dried his lips as quickly as they got wet. He longed to kiss his fiancée, a beautiful woman named Seraph. She was daughter to a Panayan minister named Calm and sister to a budding preacher named Carious. Linkera can remember when he escaped his “creators” to this grand land called Pangaea.

Pangaea was the only land mass on Earth. It was a massive continent  surrounded by nothing but water. The people here knew nothing of battles or war. They had no interest in winning or losing. All they wanted to do was live in harmony. He loved that concept of perfected civilization so much that he found it hard to believe that these human beings would ever be corrupted by anything, much less by his supposed nemesis, according to the angels and demons that made him.

Linkera got up and dusted the dirt off his simple beige clothing and playfully marched off back down the hill to Parta. The soft grass tickled the bottom of his feet as he whistled a Panayan love hymn. He always believed that the angels and demons with their useless ongoing battle between good and evil was irrelevant to a human world who had no concept of either idea. The Panayans only knew of love and prosperity. It was Linkera that was cursed with these foreign, painful concepts.

But he didn’t let his new family know about his frustrating thoughts, although it seemed that his soon to be father in law, Calm, knew more than he let on about Linkera’s “masters”. Linkera was somewhat confused on what it was that Calm did as a minister. Calm would always promote compassion and consideration to everyone he saw, but it wasn’t like they weren’t already doing it. But then again the Panayan ministry wasn’t created until his supposed enemy, Chaos, started to show up.

The rumor going around Pangaea was that this Chaos guy was going around the smaller villages and was starting to get everyone he came across to join some vague cause. The people of Pangaea had no concept of corruption in their vocabulary, but Linkera was told by his creators that Chaos’ primary goal was to drive the human race insane. Supposedly, he felt that all this structure and order flew in the face of the human race’s true nature.

Linkera looked at all the children scrambling to their homes to get to their dinners. Everyone in Parta had dinner at sunset. They were very big on structure and family time. He could only grin as he thought about how the war between the angels and demons was causing more destruction to humanity than this Chaos ever could. They told him that they came to earth from heaven to do battle against each other to save the souls of man. They would use the individual spirits of each person as a battleground. Linkera could always tell when a particular person was hosting the latest battle. They would have a flash of confusion in their eyes that would last for only a moment before they moved on with whatever they were doing. Linkera knew that a second in Earth time could range anywhere from hours to days in spiritual battle time.

It was amusing to him, especially for the angels that were trying to avoid the destruction of Utopia, that they did not realize that if they kept doing what they were doing, humans were going to fall in Chaos’ hands because of the contradictory ideologies swirling inside them.

Linkera was a few steps away from his home, when he looked around for any signs of danger. He was slightly paranoid that Chaos would show up in his town one of these days and inject craziness into his happy little town. Linkera spat at the ground because of that thought. The stone homes around him were decorated with personal touches such as each family’s symbol painted on the front doors. Each family had their own unique house painted in a color that defined their bloodline but still matched well with all the other spectrums of the town. He could remember that the two towns of the terrestrial angels and demons, who were known collectively as Terrawarriors, were colored in stark black and whites.

The Terra Angel city of Anyin and Terra Demon city of Yangde were located in the center of the Earth. They were neighboring cities that were divided by a massive wall. The only way to visit the warring cities was to have an amazing connection to spirituality. Linkera understood this to mean that a stronger focus on the intangibles of existence granted someone access. The Terra Warriors were already purely made of spiritual energy and they created him with the energy of both sides. He was a  Terra bred human with the kindness of the angel and the brute strength of a demon.

He gazed at the infinity symbol that defined Calm’s bloodline on his wooden front door. Linkera was always impressed with Calm’s perspective on eternity. He would always say that the positive impressions we make on one another is the epitome of eternal life. Good works will survive in communities while selfish desires have limited life spans. Calm’s beliefs would probably have no effect on the Terra Warriors, Linkera wondered as he opened the door to his human home.

He looked around at the perfectly clean living room and sparked a fire at the fireplace to give a degree of warmth on this cool summer night. The rest of Calm’s clan were visiting relatives in the neighboring village of  Triste and they wouldn’t be back until tomorrow afternoon. Linkera looked at the synthetic green carpeting that covered the ground from the living room to beyond. The walls of the house matched the jade flooring giving anyone who visited the feeling of a verdant forest. He decided against eating anything and crashed overdramatically on the green carpet and rolled over onto his back and sprawled.

He closed his eyes to remember his last day living in the Terra Cities. The Terra Warriors were terrified of Chaos. They had no chance of beating him but they knew a human being could take him on. They called a truce and created Linkera in the hope that he would kill him. He could remember the endless training and hypocritical morality lessons imposed on him by the Terra Angels. Both sides weren’t fighting for their respective masters. They both were obsessed with winning and power. They didn’t want Linkera to fight for some greater purpose; they just didn’t want anyone getting in the way of their selfish desires.

Linkera could remember his frustration of being someone’s pawn, so he ran away from his creators and found his way to the overground where he infiltrated Pangaea and met the love of his life: Seraph.

He could care less about wars and battles. He didn’t believe humanity could be corrupted by Chaos, the angels, or the demons. He didn’t believe it was his fate to fight. He wasn’t supposed to exist, after all.

All he knew, as he fell asleep on the floor was that he was going to take the life that he was given and do with it as he desired.

He didn’t believe in fate.

He believed in freedom.

And the only freedom that mattered was to be in love with her; that was his definition of eternity and no chaos could ever come of that…

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Secret Linian Man

Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania 1988

   The music wasn’t loud enough in Carlos Morales’s headphones to avoid the sound of the torrential downpour. The rain was rattling all around the bus carrying the future soldiers down the busy highway. Carlos tried to keep his eyes shut trying to ignore the impatience growing inside his mind. He knew that there was nothing he could do about it at this point. All he could do was hope to ignore his…needs.

This was the first time he made a trip to the mainland of the United States. He grew up in Puerto Rico all of his life, raised by his mother and the memory of a father who also served in the military. Carlos turned up the volume on his cd player, his  black, short-cropped hair seemingly swaying to the heavy metal music. He thought he heard somebody speaking to him, so he had to power down the Megadeth.

But just a little bit.

He opened his eyes again to see the young Asian man sitting next to him. They met and chatted for a few minutes before getting on the bus. They didn’t really speak that much afterwards, but he did remember that the guy’s name was Dylan Kim. Carlos noted the irritation in Dylan’s eyes and he prepared for the obvious complaint that was headed his way.

“Not to be an ass, but can you turn that music down? That stuff’s just a little too much for my ‘fragile’ ears to handle.”

Carlos grinned at Dylan’s attempt at being polite, but he knew that most people couldn’t stand metal, least of all his mother. He nodded politely and left the music at a reasonable level. Unfortunately, his mind focused on the shattering rain outside and his “urges” returned. He closed his eyes again and he forced himself to remember his last day in Puerto Rico.

His mother, Carmen Morales, was ultimately the mother AND father figure in his life, and she was the primary reason why he was joining the military. She knew, as a very select few on Earth knew, that the dark days were coming soon and the world needed all the soldiers it could get. She raised him to become one of those soldiers.

He needed to join the Linian military group, Last Line.

The Linians were a secret group of people dedicated to stopping a man named Chaos from destroying everything human civilization tried to maintain. He was supposedly coming back to finish what he started and the members of Last Line, who had members who infiltrated every major and minor governmental institution on Earth, had to be prepared for his second coming.

There were a few more Linian groups such as The Illusion Guard and Sheild of Destiny, but Carlos’s family were members of Last Line. His father was a respected soldier who died before he was two years old. He had no memories or strong feelings towards his father. That he had an ambivalent attitude about Ramon Morales really drove Carlos crazy. He didn’t remember his mother being sad about the death of her husband, but he assumed that she probably put all that negative energy into training her son to be a soldier.

Carmen Morales was known as one of the great Lieutenants in Last Line history. She met his father when she joined Last Line at eighteen. The amazing thing about the Linians that impressed Rain was that gender was irrelevant to their “special forces”, something that the rest of the human race needed to get over. Soon.

His parents were a dynamic duo of sorts. They were known for their ability to stop “Anomalies” from ever being exposed to the public. Last Line referred to the beings that came from the other realms that had no business on Earth as Anomalies. Linians were the only people on Earth that were aware that other lifeforms existed beyond the Solar System. Their job was to keep this secret from being exposed in the hopes of stopping fear and chaos to spread on Earth. Every once in a while, someone would see something that they weren’t supposed to and Last Line would have to cover it up by dismissing these individuals as delusional. It was a small price to pay to avert mass hysteria.

His mother and father mission success rate was one hundred percent. They did not allow one Anomaly to be exposed to anyone who wasn’t a Linian.

In the back of Carlos’s mind, was the awareness that the rain had stopped. He opened his eyes and was thrilled that his “urge” had gone away. Hopefully the Pittsburgh chapter of Last Line got his request of necessities. He looked over at Dylan Kim knocked out and he realized that he must have been in deep thought for a while now.

He looked out the window and saw a massive military installation lying beyond a massive rain-soaked grassy field. The gray sky was starting to slowly fade away as Carlos started to wonder how blue the sky was back home. But then he started to think about the piano at his home and he was glad that it wasn’t raining right now.

The bus pulled up into the stone-walled fortress that looked like it was built sometime around the fifties. He gently nudged the drooling Dylan Kim awake as the bus stopped in the dampened courtyard. They both noticed all the severe looking instructors lined up in front of the shiny gray entrance to the building looking like a line of cranky trees. Carlos knew that one of them had to be Commander Deborah Faucett.

Commander Faucett promised his mother explicitly that she would knock even more sense into the young Morales. How anyone could be more rigid than his mother, Carlos did not expect that fact to be surpassed. But legend had it that Faucett was as hands on as any commanding officer has ever been in Last line history

The front door of the bus slid open with a pressurized gasp as Lt. Faucett broke from her rank of angry colleagues to march right up the steps to the front of the bus and barked at the riders, “LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, you need to get your asses off this bus and line up in front of your masters RIGHT NOW!”

And as quickly as she returned to her lineup, every single recruit on the bus moved quickly of the bus and lined up in front of the commanding officers in horizontal rows  twelve going four deep. Carlos noticed a woman that they met, Melissa Davis, was the very first one of the bus, and impressed the higher-ups with her precision movements. Dylan had an obvious crush on her and Carlos, even though he found her to be an intelligent blonde bombshell, let Dylan take the lead because he expressed his attraction to her in the open first.Carlos didn’t sweat it; there’s always more women out there.

Walking off the bus, the aftertaste of the passing rainstorm filtered through his head as he hoped that what he requested was waiting for him in his sleeping quarters. But first he had orders to attend to and that could not wait.

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Through the miracles of modern luck, he found himself sharing a room with both Melissa Davis and Dylan Kim. Once again, gender didn’t matter to the Linians: they were too sophisticated socially to act like children. But what impressed him even more was that the piano that he asked for was waiting for him there as well. The healthy sized room gave the trio plenty of room to breathe and the piano was not an inconvenience at all. His roommates looked at the instrument with slight confusion as Rain decided to explain why he needed it:

“Not to bore you guys to death but I always had this thing when I was a child that involved the rain and a piano. I guess whenever it rains, I just have this urge to play the piano. I don’t understand why that is, I just know that I can’t think of anything else when it rains. They called me ‘Rain’ back home because of it. So… I apologize in advance if it rains at a bad time.”

Melissa’s blonde locks dangled as she unpacked her bags full of clothes and essentials on hr bed, “No problem, Amadeus. I mean how often can it rain?”

She got her answer as they heard another round of torrential downpour pounding the top of the building. Rain was relieved that he could sit down and play out a beautiful arrangement that mesmerized his partners as he hoped that he would do his parents proud and be the best Linian he could be…

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