Testament is the story of the hidden bonds between Heaven, Hell, and Earth. A world where every fantastical creature ever imagined actually exists, and one where normal humans are the most dangerous monster among them.
From biblical times the balance between the realms has been kept on Earth by an organization called Neutralis. A government made up of representatives from every race and every faith. These representatives work together to ensure the continuance of as much of the linear universe as possible.
But when the Vampires decide to reveal themselves and freely feed on humanity, events are set in motion that move all three realms closer to the end of all things than they have ever been before.
Presents
Monday, November 13, 2017
Testament Book One
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Blood and Profit: Page 64
Eamon was torn. He had always seen his path so clearly, always known where he wanted to, needed to, and should be. For the first time in his life all three of those places were different. He needed to be in the forest working with the Starseeds and continuing to be their point of contact with the colony. He should be in the capital taking the burden of responsibility off of Kepi's shoulders. And he wanted to be at home with his father if only because now more than ever the realization of how little time they had left together was getting heavier by the day. But Kepi and his Father had both in their own way told him to finish what he started, so he stayed in the forest, even as his heart and mind were elsewhere.
The Starseed library was a success. The dark matter of their collective unconsciousness had to be dissolved several times a day to protect the now gargantuan tree ship. And the books were already being used as a reference. Eamon had to reteach them how to make books twice already. It had only slowed them down a little.
The tree ship was also growing, it was larger than any other tree on the planet and would soon be larger than any building if it kept up, and as far as the Starseeds could remember, it would definitely keep growing.
All in all the last two months had gone much smoother than they had any right to, Eamon admitted to himself as he made dinner a few days after the senate voted in favor of the labor draft. Just as he was sitting down to eat he got a message from his sister,
[Have you talked with dad about this stupid draft thing? - Mew]
He typed out his response in silence.
[Enough to know that he's not really interested in talking about it. - Eamon]
He knew his sister was just getting started so he ate with his right hand and held his phone in his left.
[He's already volunteered! - Mew]
The message was quick to arrive but not all that surprising.
[He's a grown man, his life is his own. - Eamon]
He hadn't thought about it until he typed it but his father's acceptance and his willingness to volunteer made sense to him. Eamon shook his head and typed out another message.
[Besides when have you ever known anyone in this family to think of themselves before others? If it bothers you, you should talk to him about it. - Eamon]
He set his phone down and focused on his dinner.
The Starseed library was a success. The dark matter of their collective unconsciousness had to be dissolved several times a day to protect the now gargantuan tree ship. And the books were already being used as a reference. Eamon had to reteach them how to make books twice already. It had only slowed them down a little.
The tree ship was also growing, it was larger than any other tree on the planet and would soon be larger than any building if it kept up, and as far as the Starseeds could remember, it would definitely keep growing.
All in all the last two months had gone much smoother than they had any right to, Eamon admitted to himself as he made dinner a few days after the senate voted in favor of the labor draft. Just as he was sitting down to eat he got a message from his sister,
[Have you talked with dad about this stupid draft thing? - Mew]
He typed out his response in silence.
[Enough to know that he's not really interested in talking about it. - Eamon]
He knew his sister was just getting started so he ate with his right hand and held his phone in his left.
[He's already volunteered! - Mew]
The message was quick to arrive but not all that surprising.
[He's a grown man, his life is his own. - Eamon]
He hadn't thought about it until he typed it but his father's acceptance and his willingness to volunteer made sense to him. Eamon shook his head and typed out another message.
[Besides when have you ever known anyone in this family to think of themselves before others? If it bothers you, you should talk to him about it. - Eamon]
He set his phone down and focused on his dinner.
Friday, November 10, 2017
Lidarion: Page 36
With water and fire the Titans found themselves facing a new and particularly difficult challenge. Water and fire naturally possessed a will, an elemental consciousness that while vastly different and less complex than true sentience, was still a very dangerous and difficult obstacle.
Ultimately the Titans chose to change the rules. They crafted a container of glass and container of stone. They filled the glass container with water, and the stone with fire. They infused the sealed containers with energy and absolutely nothing happened. Undeterred they set the containers aside and recorded them as failures.
Sometime later the Titans were surprised to find physical creatures breaking through and emerging from the containers. From the glass a winged lizard of electric and ice blue emerged. It chilled the room and waves crashed in the ears of all who heard the flap of its wings. From the Stone an ember orange and furious winged lizard emerged. If it weren't for the differences in color and temperature they could have been twins.
The Titans learned quickly that the dragons could not or would not allow themselves to be tamed. As they got older they grew larger and the Titans accepted the fact control of the creatures was not possible. The larger they grew, the more explosive their bursts of anger became. When they finally chose to take to the open skies None of the Titans tried to stop them.
With the elemental guardians freely roaming the planet, the Titans once again turned their attention to the business of their own extinction. They had, during the ancient war turned a small mountain into a crypt for the Titans that passed on. Now as their time was coming to a close more and more of them longed to take their place in the mountain crypt. During the war many people had seen Titans take their final walk or be carried into the mountain. A legend filtered through out the fledgling races that to place some of the bones of your ancestors along this road brought great fortune to your family in the mortal realm and great peace to them in the afterlife, thus the bone road was born and over the years small towns had popped up along the bone road and even grew plentiful.
Driven as a race to create the elemental paragons, the Titans stopped walking the bone road. The other races began to notice a change on the road, and a darkness coming from the mountain crypt and as time passed the towns dried up and people left the mountain crypt and the road of bones to the darkness. But with their mission complete, the Titian's finally returned to the crypt they had very nearly abandoned.
They were not prepared for what they discovered in the darkness.
Ultimately the Titans chose to change the rules. They crafted a container of glass and container of stone. They filled the glass container with water, and the stone with fire. They infused the sealed containers with energy and absolutely nothing happened. Undeterred they set the containers aside and recorded them as failures.
Sometime later the Titans were surprised to find physical creatures breaking through and emerging from the containers. From the glass a winged lizard of electric and ice blue emerged. It chilled the room and waves crashed in the ears of all who heard the flap of its wings. From the Stone an ember orange and furious winged lizard emerged. If it weren't for the differences in color and temperature they could have been twins.
The Titans learned quickly that the dragons could not or would not allow themselves to be tamed. As they got older they grew larger and the Titans accepted the fact control of the creatures was not possible. The larger they grew, the more explosive their bursts of anger became. When they finally chose to take to the open skies None of the Titans tried to stop them.
With the elemental guardians freely roaming the planet, the Titans once again turned their attention to the business of their own extinction. They had, during the ancient war turned a small mountain into a crypt for the Titans that passed on. Now as their time was coming to a close more and more of them longed to take their place in the mountain crypt. During the war many people had seen Titans take their final walk or be carried into the mountain. A legend filtered through out the fledgling races that to place some of the bones of your ancestors along this road brought great fortune to your family in the mortal realm and great peace to them in the afterlife, thus the bone road was born and over the years small towns had popped up along the bone road and even grew plentiful.
Driven as a race to create the elemental paragons, the Titans stopped walking the bone road. The other races began to notice a change on the road, and a darkness coming from the mountain crypt and as time passed the towns dried up and people left the mountain crypt and the road of bones to the darkness. But with their mission complete, the Titian's finally returned to the crypt they had very nearly abandoned.
They were not prepared for what they discovered in the darkness.
Thursday, November 9, 2017
Melody and Harmony: Page 10
The sun was coming up and Foster had been rolling around town and ignoring his phone for five hours. He didn't want to talk to Junker, little Tod, or Daniel. He was smart enough to know he was never going to be a full member of the Windward Sails but he was also furious because people he thought of as friends seemed perfectly content to string him along.
An hour after he left the diner he had stopped long enough to tear the almost three year old Windward Sails pledge patch off his jacket. It felt like he was tearing off his own skin. Windward Sails was his fathers church. He had grown up around and come of age properly thanks to these men and their betrayal hurt him deeply. It also left him without protection or income and he needed both.
Getting a job like his brother and finding a new club made him equally sick to his stomach. His mind swirled in chaotic circles. What to do? Where to go? What to do? Where to go? The longer her rode the tighter the mental circles became.
The sun was coming up and Foster saw a piece of paper was stuck to the left front wheel of his board. He stopped and crouched down to grab is off his wheel. Before he tossed it away a name caught his eye.
Neon Halo was playing a festival. Setting Sails and many other bands from many other sects were going to be there but Neon Halo was the prize. He could finally experience New Wave Retro live and in person rather than the bootlegs he had siphoned from the feed. He could go without retribution or questions or bringing shame to his family. His father's father's father was pirate rock royalty and the line would remain unbroken for generations to come, or so his father had decreed before his death.
The paper had distracted him to the point that he had lost track of his surroundings, so when the door to his left open he was caught completely off guard. Four industrial goth's came out of the building and practically ran right into Foster. The male in the lead was dressed all in white.
The sun was coming up and Foster was going to die.
An hour after he left the diner he had stopped long enough to tear the almost three year old Windward Sails pledge patch off his jacket. It felt like he was tearing off his own skin. Windward Sails was his fathers church. He had grown up around and come of age properly thanks to these men and their betrayal hurt him deeply. It also left him without protection or income and he needed both.
Getting a job like his brother and finding a new club made him equally sick to his stomach. His mind swirled in chaotic circles. What to do? Where to go? What to do? Where to go? The longer her rode the tighter the mental circles became.
The sun was coming up and Foster saw a piece of paper was stuck to the left front wheel of his board. He stopped and crouched down to grab is off his wheel. Before he tossed it away a name caught his eye.
Neon Halo was playing a festival. Setting Sails and many other bands from many other sects were going to be there but Neon Halo was the prize. He could finally experience New Wave Retro live and in person rather than the bootlegs he had siphoned from the feed. He could go without retribution or questions or bringing shame to his family. His father's father's father was pirate rock royalty and the line would remain unbroken for generations to come, or so his father had decreed before his death.
The paper had distracted him to the point that he had lost track of his surroundings, so when the door to his left open he was caught completely off guard. Four industrial goth's came out of the building and practically ran right into Foster. The male in the lead was dressed all in white.
The sun was coming up and Foster was going to die.
Wednesday, November 8, 2017
Spoonerville: Page 8
Derek and Vivian didn't live in the middle of nowhere because Spoonerville was the middle of nowhere and their house was a 9 minute drive from outside the Spoonerville city limits. And when you're in the middle of nowhere, nine minutes is a long drive.
Paved state roads gave way to to private gravel four minutes outside of town. The design philosophy of the entire state centered around building into and around the wilderness so their private gravel road was a roller coaster of curves and turns.
The house didn't appear until the last second. IT was designed to blend into it's surroundings that way. Once you saw it though, it slowly began to betray the secrets of its own elegance. The longer you looked at it the beautiful it became.
Vivian pulled into the paved driveway and into the open section of their three car garage. She hit the button to close the garage door and shut the car off. They got out of the car in silence and went into the house.
Derek took off his backpack and dropped it by the door. He hung his jacket up and dropped his keys on a shelf above his bag at the same time his sister deposited her keys and purse. The walked down the short entry hallway, through the kitchen and into the living room to a huge double set of sliding glass doors. Behind the glass doors was an Olympic size swimming pool, complete with a waterfall, small beach, and a giant sun lamp that kept the room around 80 degrees. The pool room had no windows and from the outside appeared to be a giant hill behind the house.
The siblings stripped down to the swimsuits they had on under there clothes. Derek was a storm of flying fabric until he hit the water. Vivian leaned against the wall and lifted her right boot off the ground and pulled the zipper down until the boot practically dropped off her foot, revealing a shimmering fin on the outside of her leg. It started just below her knee, and ended just above her ankle and hand a wide range of flexibility to open and close. She took her left boot off and revealed her other fin and flexed it and rolled her ankle. Without further delay she dove into the pool and dolphin kicked the entire length of the pool twice before returning to the surface.
Her brother was already sunning himself on the beach. his fins spread all the way out. "There's no place like home" He said smiling at her.
Paved state roads gave way to to private gravel four minutes outside of town. The design philosophy of the entire state centered around building into and around the wilderness so their private gravel road was a roller coaster of curves and turns.
The house didn't appear until the last second. IT was designed to blend into it's surroundings that way. Once you saw it though, it slowly began to betray the secrets of its own elegance. The longer you looked at it the beautiful it became.
Vivian pulled into the paved driveway and into the open section of their three car garage. She hit the button to close the garage door and shut the car off. They got out of the car in silence and went into the house.
Derek took off his backpack and dropped it by the door. He hung his jacket up and dropped his keys on a shelf above his bag at the same time his sister deposited her keys and purse. The walked down the short entry hallway, through the kitchen and into the living room to a huge double set of sliding glass doors. Behind the glass doors was an Olympic size swimming pool, complete with a waterfall, small beach, and a giant sun lamp that kept the room around 80 degrees. The pool room had no windows and from the outside appeared to be a giant hill behind the house.
The siblings stripped down to the swimsuits they had on under there clothes. Derek was a storm of flying fabric until he hit the water. Vivian leaned against the wall and lifted her right boot off the ground and pulled the zipper down until the boot practically dropped off her foot, revealing a shimmering fin on the outside of her leg. It started just below her knee, and ended just above her ankle and hand a wide range of flexibility to open and close. She took her left boot off and revealed her other fin and flexed it and rolled her ankle. Without further delay she dove into the pool and dolphin kicked the entire length of the pool twice before returning to the surface.
Her brother was already sunning himself on the beach. his fins spread all the way out. "There's no place like home" He said smiling at her.
Tuesday, November 7, 2017
Shades of Justice: Page 40
The breach between universes was closed.
The hand of Tha'ral Da had been destroyed.
The Earth had been saved.
Mark and the other Shades of Justice had won. Two entire universes still existed because of their victory against the darkness.
Cassie and Gwen got married. Arthur gave the best man speech. Mark sat in the back at the open bar with a neglected scotch and watched sadly as his friends shared their love with their friends and family. People who could never know what they had done, didn't want to know what they had done.
Eli started his own business and went public within a year. He moved to Seattle and the stock reports on cable news became his preferred form of communication.
Without Dale around Mark felt lost. The funeral had been small. His parents had been simple, quiet, sad people and the loss of their son only amplified the quiet, sad, simplicity of their lives. The fact that they would never know that he was one of Earth's greatest heroes burned in Marks chest like a tiny sun.
Mark went to college. Lumarion paid for everything. In fact the Shades wanted for nothing now. Compensation for two hard years of service. Years that Mark missed.
He checked in with Technarious and Lumarion regularly. Even as word from the others became increasingly infrequent. At first it was an act of duty, but as the months became years it became an act of self preservation. A constant reminder that he wasn't crazy and had once been a part of something very important.
Carrie and Gwen invited everyone to Hawaii. Mark politely declined and when Technarious found out he teleported Mark straight to the resort instantly.
Mark had seen the ocean before. A family vacation to California when he was in the fourth grade. He didn't remember it being anything special. This ocean was different, or perhaps this Mark was different.
The seven day trip passed like a dream. He learned to surf, they went hiking and explore the island, they played games and sunbathed, he spent as much time as he could justify on the beach alone with the ocean. He flew home from Hawaii closer to some semblance of peace than he could ever remember being before.
Ten days later he was back, and did not leave for a long time.
The hand of Tha'ral Da had been destroyed.
The Earth had been saved.
Mark and the other Shades of Justice had won. Two entire universes still existed because of their victory against the darkness.
Cassie and Gwen got married. Arthur gave the best man speech. Mark sat in the back at the open bar with a neglected scotch and watched sadly as his friends shared their love with their friends and family. People who could never know what they had done, didn't want to know what they had done.
Eli started his own business and went public within a year. He moved to Seattle and the stock reports on cable news became his preferred form of communication.
Without Dale around Mark felt lost. The funeral had been small. His parents had been simple, quiet, sad people and the loss of their son only amplified the quiet, sad, simplicity of their lives. The fact that they would never know that he was one of Earth's greatest heroes burned in Marks chest like a tiny sun.
Mark went to college. Lumarion paid for everything. In fact the Shades wanted for nothing now. Compensation for two hard years of service. Years that Mark missed.
He checked in with Technarious and Lumarion regularly. Even as word from the others became increasingly infrequent. At first it was an act of duty, but as the months became years it became an act of self preservation. A constant reminder that he wasn't crazy and had once been a part of something very important.
Carrie and Gwen invited everyone to Hawaii. Mark politely declined and when Technarious found out he teleported Mark straight to the resort instantly.
Mark had seen the ocean before. A family vacation to California when he was in the fourth grade. He didn't remember it being anything special. This ocean was different, or perhaps this Mark was different.
The seven day trip passed like a dream. He learned to surf, they went hiking and explore the island, they played games and sunbathed, he spent as much time as he could justify on the beach alone with the ocean. He flew home from Hawaii closer to some semblance of peace than he could ever remember being before.
Ten days later he was back, and did not leave for a long time.
Monday, November 6, 2017
Blood and Profit: Page 63
The session, and more specifically the coming reality they discussed during the session, started as an acidic lump in her throat. They did not have enough ships to get everyone off the planet. The lump in her throat sank to her stomach and flipped over when it became clear that even if they had enough ships, the didn't have enough protein generators or protein packs to get the population safely to Earth. Simply put, they were not ready to leave and would not be ready for some time.
And time was their truest enemy. There were plans within plans to steal as much time as they could, but she worried what they would be giving up in exchange. Most manufacturing was already automated. and they were shown that all automation had already been re-purposed to turning out huge star liners, but it would be weeks or even months before any of them were ready to launch with sites working 24/7.
In the meantime. there were three hundred million people to help solve the problem of the protein generators and packs The plan made Kepi's stomach twist violently and not just because it was Fletcher that proposed it.
As usual he did not stand. "We have all we need to solve our current dilemma." He began. "The Corporations have already set aside their own interests in service of the common good, we cannot afford to ask any less of the rest of the citizenship." He leaned forward and raised his giant hand to silence the growing murmurs of the room. "We must re-purpose a majority of the population to the goals of preparing for our escape. I am certain that it will not be hard to convince them." He said flatly.
Kepi avoided speaking for fear her stomach had more control over her mouth than her mind did. One of the other representatives spoke up. "Who gets, re-purposed first?" They asked.
Fletcher leaned back in his chair. "A draft system has been in place for years now, all we need to do is set the selection parameters People already listed in manual labor jobs relating to our direct short or long term survival, can be weeded out. I suggest we start pulling from the arts, sciences, and education sectors. There will be little to no school, no research and no entertainment for a while, but in the end, we will survive." he finished.
The black walls of panic were giving Kepi tunnel vision and muffling the logistical argument in the room. YOUR PHONE her mind yelled at her. She dug it out of her pocket and looked at it. Without conscious thought her fingers moved over they keys, her heart had detached from her brain and was doing the only thing it could thing of. She sent a message to Eamon.
[E- We don't have the ships or the supplies to get everyone to Earth. The senate is going to forcibly draft workers until we do. I can't stop this, they're starting with artists, scientists, and teachers...I'm sorry. -K]
She hit the button and the warning was off.
And time was their truest enemy. There were plans within plans to steal as much time as they could, but she worried what they would be giving up in exchange. Most manufacturing was already automated. and they were shown that all automation had already been re-purposed to turning out huge star liners, but it would be weeks or even months before any of them were ready to launch with sites working 24/7.
In the meantime. there were three hundred million people to help solve the problem of the protein generators and packs The plan made Kepi's stomach twist violently and not just because it was Fletcher that proposed it.
As usual he did not stand. "We have all we need to solve our current dilemma." He began. "The Corporations have already set aside their own interests in service of the common good, we cannot afford to ask any less of the rest of the citizenship." He leaned forward and raised his giant hand to silence the growing murmurs of the room. "We must re-purpose a majority of the population to the goals of preparing for our escape. I am certain that it will not be hard to convince them." He said flatly.
Kepi avoided speaking for fear her stomach had more control over her mouth than her mind did. One of the other representatives spoke up. "Who gets, re-purposed first?" They asked.
Fletcher leaned back in his chair. "A draft system has been in place for years now, all we need to do is set the selection parameters People already listed in manual labor jobs relating to our direct short or long term survival, can be weeded out. I suggest we start pulling from the arts, sciences, and education sectors. There will be little to no school, no research and no entertainment for a while, but in the end, we will survive." he finished.
The black walls of panic were giving Kepi tunnel vision and muffling the logistical argument in the room. YOUR PHONE her mind yelled at her. She dug it out of her pocket and looked at it. Without conscious thought her fingers moved over they keys, her heart had detached from her brain and was doing the only thing it could thing of. She sent a message to Eamon.
[E- We don't have the ships or the supplies to get everyone to Earth. The senate is going to forcibly draft workers until we do. I can't stop this, they're starting with artists, scientists, and teachers...I'm sorry. -K]
She hit the button and the warning was off.
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