A WARRIOR OF ZYPARA

 A WARRIOR OF ZYPARA

SONG IV OF THE ANTHOLOGY "THE SONG OF THE VOIDS"

A WARRIOR OF ZYPARA

INTRODUCTION

Year 12,100 The solar system was composed of six planets: Earth, still inhabited by humans; Kisar (its inhabitants called Kisaries); Aurevion (its inhabitants called Aurevites); Lysera (its inhabitants called Lyserians); Davon (its inhabitants called Davonites); and Zypara (its inhabitants called Zyparians) Until before being destroyed by Zypara 455 years ago, there existed a seventh planet called Mechara (its inhabitants called Mecharies).

CHAPTER I

Earth, obsessed with the riches of other worlds, had killed all the pure-blooded Davonites 105 years earlier, but long before that, it sent the Zyparians to destroy Mechara, the planet of the Tungsten machines. Zyparians, once an obedient pawn of Earth, are beginning to tire of being exploited.
The Zyparians were forced to inspect Lysera, a seemingly unreachable planet, a place no one had ever reached. When humans ventured to Davon, the planet of the golden seas, the oracle confirmed that Lysera was the only planet that had never been inhabited or corrupted, and among his prophecies he mentioned that it was the land where a new race would one day be born and confirmed what had been said long before; that the earth would soon be swallowed by the sun, for these reasons and seeing that all the prophecies of the golden seas of Davon were fulfilled, humans knew that their end was not far off and they were in a hurry to be able to inhabit Lysera before life on earth ends, but no matter how many attempts the ships from Earth had made, they never reached Lysera. They tried different types of ships and fuels but they never reached it. It was something that was always in front of them, but when they moved forward they continued to see it at the same distance. It was as if the planet was receding. Lysera seemed like a mirage; humans had failed in all their attempts to explore the planet. Scientists on Earth came to the conclusion that Lysera had gravitational distortion fields.

Zypara's climate was temperate during the day, with low temperatures at night. The vegetation consisted of plants that reflected light like mirrors and produced valuable minerals. Zypara's fauna primarily included predators with crystalline shells and natural armor, forcing Zypararians to be strong and fast to avoid being attacked by wild animals.
The Zyparians fed on minerals, crystallized resins and metal-rich plants, which explains their “crystalline” part.
The Zyparians' bodies are half human and half crystal, but that crystal is not a simple superficial mosaic: they have an internal system that separates both parts, the heart is in the human part of the Zyparians' bodies as are their vital organs, everything is covered within a nucleus protected by special crystalline membranes that prevent splinters of the crystal from their non-human part from passing through their flesh, her bones are crystalline and grow from her human body, but extend to the rest of her body, protected, like her blood vessels, by a natural biopolymer that acts as a barrier. Her nerves are mixed; some nerves connect crystal and flesh, allowing for strength and energy channeling, as well as special abilities.

The Zyparians were a race of strong warriors, among all of them one in particular stood out from a very young age, his name was Brynor. He was the strongest and bravest warrior in all of Zypara, his motivation was not only the independence of his people, but also the hatred for the death of his brother, a young scribe sent to war by the Zyparian aristocracy, but beyond everything, his main motivation was love and obsession with Selara, the most beautiful Zyparian that could have ever existed.
That love and obsession drove him to fight desperately to reach Lysera, to free the Syparians from the yoke of the humans of planet Earth, and above all, to win the rebellious heart of the woman he loved. Selara, proud and vengeful, openly showed her contempt for him. She was the most desired Zyparian, unattainable, impossible to possess. Every attempt to impress her made Brynor to risk his army and himself.

Selara had been promised to another brave warrior years before, but fate would have it that Brynor had to take her life during a festivity called "The Zyparian Year" that took place every hundred years and consisted of the council choosing the two best warriors of the army and plunging them into a fight to the death.
The victor was always named commander of the army, and had the duty to take the loser's body and throw it off a cliff, so that no one else in Zypara—not his family, his friends, or his fiancée—would ever speak his name. Brynor was very friendly with his opponent and even gave him an advantage at first, but then he wounded him and ended his life in front of everyone. As the law dictated, a member of the family of the dead loser had to place a crown on the victor's head and present him with a sword made of rock crystal and gold to show that despite having lost a beloved relative, they remained loyal to Zypara and supported the army. But the loser's family was stunned by the defeat. The young man's mother fainted, and his father could only try to help her.
Selara stepped forward and, as the law dictated, said:
"I, Selara, representing the family of my beloved betrothed, crown you, Brynor, the victor of these festivities and bestow upon you the sword of which only you are worthy. I swear you commander of the Zypara army, and in the name of this family, I swear loyalty to you." Brynor knelt, and Selara placed the crown on him and handed him the sword. But when she looked into his eyes, she despised and loathed him with all her might, and Brynor saw this very clearly.

As commander of the army, Brynor had the right to claim Selara as his wife, but he didn't want to force her; he wanted to make her fall in love with him. Selara hated him for a long time, but one day she hid behind the temple in front of which Brynor spoke to the soldiers of the army and overheard him speaking of his dream of freedom for Zypara and his intention to confront the land. That hatred gradually turned into silent admiration, although she constantly showed him otherwise.
Selara used to hide and listen to Brynor talk, she would lean her face and hands against the wall, close her eyes and not open them until he finished talking to the army, but Brynor never imagined it.

Once sworn in as commander of the army, and eager to secure Zypara's freedom and the love of Selara Brynor, he presents a proposal to the council for Zypara to attack Earth once and for all. He presents a very convincing plan that included an attack by air, sea, and land. The council is tempted to accept his proposal, but the other Zyparian soldiers warn him of the dangers of such a plan, saying:

“You act out of hatred… For Selara is your true "Lysera", the woman you love is an unattainable mirage for you, you desire her so much that you are capable of anything, yet not even for her have you reached Lysera and you have sent many honored warriors to their deaths, you covet both, but you have neither!

Then Brynor, filled with fury, ordered the army, the aristocracy and the commoners to gather outside and prepare for the wedding. He went to find Selara to force her to marry him since as commander of the army he had the right to choose any woman of marriageable age for himself.
When he arrived at the place where Selara lived he saw that it was empty, so Brynor left immediately but while he was leaving he saw in the middle of the vegetation a cloth similar to the dress that the Zyparian women wore and he approached slowly, there was a river there and knowing that Selara was surely there he waited on the shore, suddenly he saw Selara coming out from inside the river and when he discovered that she was actually a human of flesh and blood camouflaged as Zypariana and that he could no longer have her, filled with fury and despair he took his sword and tore out her heart and ran without stopping until he reached the place where he had his army waiting for the wedding, he lifted Selara's heart in his hands and said:
"This is the heart of the only woman who dared to reject me. To marry her, I needed to either "have his heart" or take her by force by right of my rank. So I will do both. Priest, marry me to Selara!
The army and all those present fell silent. "Priest, I told you to marry me to Selara!" —Brynor commanded.
And from the crowd of army, aristocracy, and people, the high priest of the crystal temple stepped forward and legitimately married him to Selara's soul, his heart still warm and his anger.

The fierce Zyparian army boarded their new ships and headed with all their fury to attack the planet Earth, but the Zyparians were destined to fail because they had never been to Earth, whenever they had made deals with Earth it was Earth delegations who went to Zypara, only Brynor was the commander who had changed everything, He was brave and powerful and had turned his entire army into a ferocious weapon. He had trained them for years to destroy the planet Earth. However, he did not take into account that the Earth's days were numbered because, as the prophecies had predicted, the sun was getting closer and closer to the earth and one day it would swallow it up.

The Earth seethed with heat and evil. Generation after generation, humans had adapted, so much so that their physiognomy had already undergone some changes: Over the years, sunlight ceased to be merely heat and became a sculptor of human flesh and bone. Their once soft and varied bodies slowly began to transform.
Skin darkened and thickened, sometimes glowing faintly, reflecting the fire of the sky. Hair became sparse, almost ethereal, and faces elongated, eyes protected by thin membranes that filtered the scorching light. Bodies, once robust, became slender, long, streamlined, designed to dissipate every breath of heat. Muscles, now light, barely challenged the wind, while strong but slender bones supported figures that seemed to float beneath the blazing sun.
Sweat flowed constantly, was a river that sustained life, and each breath became a calculation of survival. Humanity mutated rapidly, century after century, until their shadows projected forms that no longer resembled their ancestors: thin, dark beings, adapted to a world where the sun slowly devoured them, and where each glance was a reflection of fire and resilience.

Zypara on the other hand was a temperate planet during the day and with very low temperatures at night, which is why Zypara attacked the Earth by air and bombarded its seas to create floods, the strategy was to corner the humans by sectors and then annihilate them, but when the first Zyparians descended from their ships, their crystal flesh seemed to melt causing them unbearable pain until death, noticing what was happening and feeling the unbearable heat, the rest of the army had to remain inside the ships until they decided what to do. The humans attacked them, first ending the agony of the Zyparians who melted in the heat and then attacking their ships. Only thirty percent of the army managed to return, among them Brynor, willing to offer his life for having made a mistake. Brynor bowed before the council and said:
"I offer you my life to pay for my mistakes", But the council ordered him to raise his head and said:
"Don't you see how much you are worth to Zypara? Don't you know that before you became commander, no one else had dared to challenge Earth ?", you created a large and strong army, and this time you failed. We all failed due to unfamiliarity with the terrain, but mainly because our physiognomy was unsuitable for the high temperatures. However, you have another possibility before you: If Earth comes with an army to attack us, thanks to everything you have done to train our soldiers, you will win in our lands.
The Earth wants only one thing from us: they want us to use all our resources to reach Lysera and explore it to see if it's suitable for them to occupy, under the pretext that we're almost in a direct line to Lysera. "But you still know that we've never managed to reach it." —Brynor said, and the council responded:
"That's the point, Commander Brynor. As a powerful army, we cannot subdue the planet Earth, but we can subdue Davon, the planet of the seven golden seas, of the Oracle, and of the impure lineage, or at best, we can offer them a pact. Davon is next to Lysera. Only they've never dared to explore it because they obey the oracle and because, in a certain way, Lysera wouldn't be a useful land for beings of their characteristics. Zypara can propose an alliance so they finally stop paying gold tribute to Earth. We can reach an agreement so our army can settle there and our ships can take off from Davon, and not only reach our seemingly unreachable jewel, but also have the planet Earth in our hands, because if we succeed, they will need an alliance with us more than we need an alliance with them. The council wasn't mistaken. The human army from planet Earth arrived almost immediately to settle accounts with those who had rebelled against them, but the council sent a document via light code proposing an audience with Earth to sign a peace treaty and offer a proposal.

Chapter ll

When the powerful human army descended on Zypara, before any deal or agreement was signed, they demanded that all citizens leave the places they lived, condemning ten Zyparians to death for every human who had died in Zypara's attack on Earth. Brynor again offered his life in exchange for the humans desisting from such cruelty against civilians, but was again rejected because the humans knew Brynor was a great leader, and for what they wanted to achieve with the Zypara army, they needed someone who could guide them. Once the humans had accomplished their mission, the commander of the human army spoke before the council.
"You only have one thing to offer me, Zypara, and that thing is Lysera. I want nothing more from you than that. I want you to get to Lysera, inspect it, learn about its characteristics and resources, and report back to me. How will you do this? Well, that's none of my business! I don't care about the details. I'm just warning you, Zypara. You have one week, (An Earthling Week), since for you, weeks have more days than ours. You have one Earth week to give the Earth what the Earth deems right, or you and your entire race will perish!
—Brynor said:
"No! Do you not know, human, that the Oracle of the Golden Rivers of Davon has prophesied the extermination of our race if we were to heed your call again?, Don't you see that all the prophecies are coming true? That Mechara still burns for our sword, which was wielded in your name?
That the Aurevion hybrids are on the verge of extinction despite having their vital organs replaced with machines and thus being able to breathe in this world for four hundred years, thus giving them enough time to find a solution that will offer them eternal life?, Don't you see that, as the oracle prayed, they are neither one thing nor the other, and the wind is carrying their ashes away? Don't you see with your own eyes and feel with your own flesh the prophecy the Oracle prayed for your planet? You will be swallowed by the sun, and yet you not still obey to deactivate the "Great Rose" system that you created to have more energy for your projects, and because of which what you call the sun and we call "Sunar" is getting closer and closer to you?, Do you not see that, on this day when you breathe, the lands of Davon are inhabited by the impure race, and even their tombs have been desecrated? Do you perhaps desire our annihilation? Do you know perfectly well that the Oracle prophesied that Zypara would be nailed to her own splinters if she came again to obey to your call?
—The human commander responded:
"By prophecy or by us, you will perish alike... so wouldn't it be better if, instead of being annihilated today, you at least tried? You have one Earth week!"

A furious Brynor had no choice but to accept another deal with Earth, defying prophecy. He armed himself with his might and heeded Earth's call for a new raid on Lysera, determined not to lose the last thing he might have. Aboard their powerful ships, the Zyparians failed to reach Lysera, but they managed to get incredibly close enough to observe, with their technology, the rich nature and wonder that Lysera truly was. Back on Davon, where the Zyparians had set up a naval base, seeing that the alliance with the Davonites had been of no use to them because,
Lysera, although spied on, remained unreachable. Brynor wanted to vent his hatred by destroying everything in his path. Without any justification for his actions, he ordered the army to enter Davon and exterminate the few inhabitants of that planet, which, after the attack perpetrated by Earth years before, had never managed to increase its population even to half of what it once was.

The Syparian army, led by a nearly insane Brynor, returned to Zypara to report the results of the operacion "Lysera", And they even prepared for a war with the Earth since they had once again failed in their attempt to reach Lysera.
Zyparians of all social classes and ages stood waiting for the arrival of the army ships. Once all the soldiers left their ships and Brynor went to the front of the army to report the results of Operation Lysera, a loud bang was heard that terrified the Zyparians. They wanted to flee to their homes or to the temples, but they couldn't move. Moments later, there was another, even louder bang, and they saw a giant crystal fall, digging into the ground and splitting in half, leaving splinters exposed on its surface. At that very moment, inside the Zyparians' bodies, the system that separated their human part from their crystal part collapsed, and just as the Oracle's prophecy said, all the Zyparians perished, nailed to their own splinters.

The Earth never reached Lysera and 145 years later the sun fulfilled the Oracle's prophecy of swallowing the planet Earth, thus ending all living beings on the entire world.


You have nothing in your hands Neither the strength of your armies, Neither the beauty of your creatures, Neither the fury of your ambitions, Neither your yearning for love and conquest, Neither eternal life nor land. You have nothing of all.
You raised walls in your pride,
You burned skies in your greed,
Your wars raged like storms, Your cities shone like comets.
You had love and hate, hope, pride, and desire, and you only cried out your name; it was "world."


Year 12,245 When the last flame went out in Zypara, and the crystal silently shattered, the entire earth was laid bare. The mountains opened like wounds, the rivers hid beneath the shadows, and the sky, tired of contemplating eternal wars, closed its eyes for a moment.
Nothing remained, except Lysera. She, who had been kept behind invisible walls, felt for the first time the chill of loneliness and freedom. Her footsteps echoed in an empty world, and on her skin she carried the memory of all that was lost: the Active Units of Kisar, the Hybrids of Aurevion, the Narrator of Mechara, the golden rivers of Davon, the Warrior of Zypara, Oracles, loves, passions, and curses, the fury and desperate love of Brynor, the fire of warriors, the echo of the gods who fell silent. And so, in absolute silence, Lysera opened her eyes to a new time. LYSERA BEGINS!

From her tears sprang water. From her breath, the wind. From her shadow, the seed. The first children of the earth heard her in dreams. They did not understand her language, but received her memory as sacred images. And upon awakening, they sought to retain them in songs and metaphors, because they knew that in those visions lay the origin of the world. They were the first singers. We are their echo. And so the wheel began. The universe and life ended and began many times over.





I looked at your same sky one night and with my eyes thirsty for the universe and my heart beating in prose, I whispered verses of your own illusion; they were: "The Songs of the Void."

    

 

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SEAS OF DAVON

 

SEAS OF DAVON

SONG III OF THE ANTHOLOGY

"THE SONGS OF THE VOID"

SEAS OF DAVON

Year 11 995 The solar system was composed of six planets: Earth, still inhabited by humans; Kisar (its inhabitants called Kisaries); Aurevion (its inhabitants called Aurevites); Lysera (its inhabitants called Lyserians); Davon (its inhabitants called Davonites); and Zypara (its inhabitants called Zyparians). Until its destruction by Zypara 350 years ago, there existed a seventh planet called Mechara (its inhabitants called Mecharies)

CHAPTER I

Before all else, existed Davon, the planet of the seven golden seas coveted by the Earth, yet corrupted and betrayed by its blood. In the city of oblivion, the voices of a girl, exiled as a sacred sacrifice to the oracle, sing after being rejected as an offering but recognized for her legitimacy and purity.
Since ancient times, each of the seas had recited a prophecy that, without any error, had already begun to be fulfilled. The seas of Davon were:
Talvion – a sea of ​​swift gold, full of energy.
Thyren – a deep sea, surrounded by forests that whisper secrets.
Tessara – a sea that shines with the light of the sun and stars.
Tiralis – a meandering and elegant sea, its golds seeming to dance.
Tovaren – a tranquil sea, sacred to the Davonites, a source of inspiration.
Tyquess – a sea with legends engraved on its shores.
Thalorin – a powerful and mighty sea, known for its golden eddies and mysterious currents.

Before humans walked the Earth, before the skies were rent by their greed and their wars, there were the Davonites. Ancient beings, shaped by the very energy of the golden seas, whose bones were of pure gold and whose skin shone with flashes of blue gold, children of a planet that had created them to protect its most sacred secrets. They didn't just live: they were the earth itself made of thought and energy, guardians of secrets no human could understand. Among them was a chosen family, the most perfect, destined to rule wisely and maintain the balance of the seven golden seas. Their lineage was revered even by the other Davonites, for they carried in their veins the power of the seas and the wisdom of the oracles, but peace is fleeting when secrets become coveted.

The Oracle, guardian of destiny, appeared before the patriarch of this family, announcing that the Earth itself would rise against them. The only way to protect them, he told him, was a sacrifice: he must offer the being he loved most.
Sacrifice didn't mean immediate death, but something more cruel: isolation. The most beloved person would be taken to another underground city, empty and distant, where they would never be seen again for the rest of their life. They would be destined to die far from their family, leaving behind all ties of love.
With his heart apparently torn, the father chose his only daughter among many sons, the most beloved, sending her to the silent exile that the Oracle had dictated, but that choice hid a reality that no one imagined.

Ainnara, the only daughter among the king's sons, carried the temperament of a queen in her blood. She was regarded as a priceless treasure throughout Davon. The princes' families extended their hands, offering her a destiny of power and alliances that would have ensured the greatness of her family for generations, but she, still a child, stood forth with a clarity that astonished even the elders: she would not accept being coin or crown. Her heart leaned not toward thrones, but toward the ancient voices that burned in the Oracle. At barely eleven years old, she proclaimed that her life would be consecrated as a priestess to the mysteries, that her green eyes would see only the seas, and the visions that guide the people. Thus, the most valuable thing about the family was not her promise of union with a prince, but her decision to belong only to the eternal word of prophecies, Davon venerated her, but her father despised her.

"Why do you condemn me like this, my lord? Have I failed to worship you and your seas for any moment of my devout existence?"— Ainnara asked, and the oracle replied:
"It is not I who condemn you, but your own flesh, that of which you are the legitimate and pure fruit. You were falsely chosen by your father as his most precious being, however another fruit of his womb beats in his heart and to protect that fruit, the bastard whose existence only he and his beloved know. He has sent to you, believing that he can outwit the force of the seas and cover my eyes, but it itself has dictated not only your death but also the annihilation of your race, protecting that child, today innocent and weak, but in whose heart the dagger of betrayal will soon beat.
Do you wish to see what awaits Davon and your race beyond this darkness that seems bright compared to Davon's future and destiny? Place your hands upon the tablet again, and before you take your last breath, you will see that your death is not only the beginning, but also a blessing for yourself. Look into my eyes my girl!

Ainnara placed her hands floating over the tablet and felt like an immense blue cloud covered her and transported her as if she were invisible at the beginning of the existence of the Davonites.

The Davonites were a civilization where the most important decisions were made by the chosen family, considered the "heart of the planet." The ruling family did so not through force, but through wisdom and a spiritual connection to the golden seas. Their lineage was considered almost divine, and their power came from harmony with the planet, not from weapons.
Each Davonite had a role that not only sustained the life of their society, but also the balance of the seas: healers, navigators of the energy of the seas, cultivators of light, artists who wove stories with golden flashes, guardians of the tunnels and meditators who synchronized their thoughts with the flows of liquid gold.
The underworld was a blue and gold cathedral with vast caverns filled with seas of liquid gold and rivers of light. Its subterranean structures were organic, made of blue crystal and gold, designed to resonate with the energy of the seas. The arts of painting, music, and meditation existed. Literature consisted primarily of tales of the chosen family, transmitted through liquid holograms of gold and blue light.
They had three temples for predictions and rituals: Oracle Hall: Here the oracle presented itself in the form of sound to communicate with the Davonites. Hall of Ancestors: Record of lineages and sacrifices. Temple of the Seas: Direct contact with the golden seas, where they meditate and channel energy.

Underground vegetation was unusual: bioluminescent plants absorbed the energy of the seas, illuminating the passageways with blue and green hues. The air was laden with golden particles that floated like dust, and small currents of energy ran through the tunnels, transmitting information and sensations between the Davonites.
Davon's fauna consisted of air-floating jellyfish, dragonflies, and small creatures called "Iravis", similar to cats but furless, golden skin, which produced energy by emitting a soft, purring noise. All of the above are part of the energy chain of the seas. There are air currents and sufficient golden dust, essential for Davonian life. The Davonites did not eat like humans: to nourish themselves, they absorbed energy from the golden seas, from the sunlight filtered through the underground cities, and from the energy created by their previously described ecosystem. Their metabolism was connected to spiritual energy: harmony and meditation strengthened their body and mind, and golden seas were their primary source of physical and spiritual sustenance.

Every interaction with the seas was a sacred act: swimming in them, touching the liquid gold, creating circles on their surface, meditating by the waves—it was all part of their spiritual connection. The oracles could read the flow of the seas energy to anticipate future events, both in their world and on distant planets.
The chosen family had the power to move their hands slowly over the liquid gold creating circles that resonated with the cosmos, allowing them to perceive movements, wars or changes in other worlds, but only the Oracle was able to perceive and communicate the movements and the future of Davon, the Davonites could not see it themselves but the energy that counted their days was beginning to run out.

The Davonites wore blue and gold robes, their skin was made up of soft golden and blue sparkles, their striking green eyes carried the unique beauty of their race, the red hair of their women and their delicate features made them the most beautiful and perfect in the universe. Their bones of pure gold were their main symbol of status and beauty but it would be the main reason for their downfall.

Ainnara was transported through the eyes of the Oracle to the center of the scene where she saw the entire past of the Davonites and learned of many events from which the Oracle has protected them and of the times when the Oracle has ensured their survival in exchange for a sacrifice of isolation, and then she sees in her vision the woman his father loved and the bastard son with a dagger.

The night was covered by a deceptive silence, broken only by the hidden footsteps of humans advancing through the underground tunnels. Humans had only a vague idea of ​​what the Davonites were like, but they did not know that they lived in underground cities. However, the Davonites knew of the existence of humans since the beginning of time.

Three hundred and fifty years ago, the Oracle asked for a sacrifice of isolation so that the Davonites' existence could continue and the ancestors provided it correctly, then the machinery created by the Mecharies, a scientific civilization and tungsten army that was a colony founded by the hybrid natives of the planet Aurevion was destroyed, and with it their entire world, victims of betrayal and conspiracy and so thanks to the pure sacrifice of the ancestors to the Oracle, Davon survived once again from possible destruction, but the humans of planet Earth never resigned themselves to not appropriating the golden seas of Davon and after ordering the destruction of Mechara using Zypara as a sword, he became obsessed with a single objective: to create the perfect machinery to solidify the seas.



CHAPTER II

When the humans arrived at Davon the Oracle gave a cry to dictate the prophecies while showing them through a vision that made the humans see that even if they have the machinery to solidify the seas and take the gold they should not do it, since the mystical seas of gold were connected to the sun and if they solidified the universe itself would collapse.
"These are the seven prophecies,"
—the voice of the Oracle prayed:

Kisar: "From her children will emerge the children of metal, created to heal the loneliness of humans. But when the human heart loves for the first time, they will give strength and heartbeat to distant iron."

Mechara: "The forges of Mechara will burn in flames; nothing but ashes will remain of her civilization. The sole survivor will be dragged to earth, where he will find the complete end of his race."

Aurevion: "You despise your own being, replacing your vital flesh with machines just to breathe for four centuries. You will never achieve immortality, you are neither one thing nor the other, the wind will carry away the dust of your last memories."

Zypara: You are pain and horror, the Zyparians live in you, strength half men and half crystal flesh, but because of your bloody actions, the jewel that you once were no longer has any shine, inside the illusions bleed, victims of your murderous hand, you are a pawn of the earth, but when you answer its call again and rise up against Davon, you will be nailed to your own splinters.

Lysera: You were never corrupted and you were never touched, mirage earth that is lost in the distance. Oh Lysera, beauty and perfection, no being in the entire universe deserves to even cast their gaze upon you for a moment, when you cross dawns for millennia, you will give heartbeat to the new race.

Earth: "Blinded by power, you will raise your hand against everyone, but your murderous machinery will be but a sigh when what you call the "sun" and the world calls "Sunar" embraces your children and colossal monuments with fervor."

Davon: "Your sacred seas will join with what the earth calls the sun and you call "Sunar", whoever desecrates its currents will share its destiny, for your seas of gold are the blood of the worlds and if you make them like stone, your universes themselves will collapse, but not without more, you are already a memory because in the heart of your own rejected flesh beats anger and revenge.

Then the humans, perplexed by the truth of the prophecies, turned around to return to earth, but Razun, the bastard son of the patriarch appeared to them in golden garments and a false crown, put his sword in front of them and said:
"Do not flee, humans, for your astonishment has not allowed you to see that without touching the seas you can obtain the gold that summons you to these distant lands, and without being cursed by the oracle nor your children swallowed, nor your monuments thrown down nor your imposing machinery destroyed, you can have it all in a breath if you so wish. Shake my hand, swear to me as a new lineage and I will make you rich and powerful. You only have to shake my hand, fulfilling the Oracle's ancient vision that an illegitimate son but deeply loved and desired by his father will become the new lineage only if a human shakes his hand. With that simple action, you are swearing to me and granting me the right that fate has stolen from me. The commander in charge of the land army approached while several soldiers pointed their weapons at Razun and he shooked his hand.

"Listen humans:  what you want is easier than you think, you want gold, but you cannot touch the seas of Davon because the universe would collapse, however the bones of the pure Davonites are made of Gold... no, do not look at my arms or my legs, nor my skull, nor my ribs,! I am a bastard of the patriarch, my skin has flashes of blue gold and low quality gold, I am not profitable to you! I belong to a handful of beings excluded from benefits, I am not even allowed to worship the seas, but we bastards are less than five percent of Davon's population, you have in your hands the flesh and gold, you just have to take it and leave my planet, take them all! Dismember them, make golden suits with their skin, take them all and leave the world to me with this minority that resembles me, and I will multiply them and serve the earth."
The humans entered Davon, slaughtering all the Davonites with swords that Razun himself had provided, since they could not kill them with any other type of weapon, lest their bones be shattered. The Davonites could not defend themselves; they were completely spiritual and were not allowed to wield weapons.

And the humans, after having put all the Davonites to the sword, greedily ventured into their cemetery… The tunnels twisted like arteries of living rock, damp and narrow, lit only by the metallic glow of the golden bones. The air was heavy, filled with the scent of wet earth and ancient metal, making each breath feel heavier than the last.The bones were neither cold nor brittle like those of mortals; they were warm, dense, and their smooth surfaces reflected the light in a way that almost seemed to pulse. When touched, they creaked with a deep, muffled sound, releasing golden dust that floated like tiny motes of sunlight trapped in the shadows. With every step, the echoes multiplied, and the murmurs of the corridors seemed to whisper forgotten stories, echoes of lives that the humans, absorbed in their greed, no longer recognized as such. Their eyes saw only shining treasures; their hands, the cold wealth of gold. And in that blinding spell, the awareness that these bones had once belonged to living beings faded, replaced by fascination with the light and the gleam. The humans took all the Davonites and the bones of their ancestors.

Ainnara's eyes opened wide in horror in an instant that lasted all eternity. She saw the golden seas shining like stars of sunlight beneath the earth, reflecting the light of worlds not even humans could imagine. She saw her father, his sacrifice, and the infinite sadness in his eyes. She saw the Davonites, their bodies of gold and blue, moving with fear through the waves, sensing the approaching danger.
She saw the arrival of the humans, clumsy, noisy shadows. She felt the fear, confusion, and rage of the Davonites, and heard the silent roar of Davon, awakening to protect them. She saw his exiled brother, filled with hatred, proclaim himself heir and betray his people. Everything happened in front of her eyes in a single blink, and yet the pain was endless. Every emotion, every betrayal, every sacrifice was seared into her soul like liquid fire. She knew she could change nothing, that her fate was sealed, but she also understood the full truth: the history of the Davonites, their glory, their tragedy, and the inevitable fall that humans would unleash. She understood something else: even if no one heard her testimony, even if her voice faded with time, she would be the eye that saw it all, the bridge between what was and what must never be forgotten.

The humans took all the Davonites on their spaceships believing that with gold they could avoid the inevitable, just as the Narrator of Mechara had warned 350 years ago, the earth was getting closer to being swallowed by the sun and Ainnara saw it all.

"My lord, grant me one last wish,"
—Ainnara said.
"What do you want, my girl? Your moments are fading!" — the oracle said.

"I want to be remembered. I want to be the dream and nightmare of the impure lineage. I want you to leave a testament to my existence, my lord. I have adored you every moment of my life. Grant it to me, and I will adore you for eternity." —Ainnara said.
—The oracle replied:
"Sleep your eternal dreams, my girl."

And the oracle ordered the seven seas to take the form of Ainnara's face, so that the impure lineage would kneel eternally before the only being of royal lineage who devoutly honored his land and his seas.

"This is the prophecy the seas pray to seven worlds,
Meditate on it zealously,
engrave its meaning in your being. Because the true gold,
which lies within you,
unbeknownst to you, will also be the arrow launched from your bowels.
It will turn against you,
extinguishing the heart that, despot, of your own being still beats desperately for its existence."

      NEVER FORGET THE PROPHESIES!

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Invocation Song

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THE NARRATOR OF MECHARA

 THE NARRATOR Of MECHARA

SONG II OF THE ANTHOLOGY

"THE SONGS OF THE VOID"

THE NARRATOR OF MECHARA

INTRODUCTION

Year 11 645 The solar system was made up of six planets; Earth, which was still inhabited by humans, Kisar (its inhabitants called Kisaries), Aurevion (its inhabitants called Aurevites), Lysera (its inhabitants called Lyserians), Davon (its inhabitants called Dravonites), and Zypara (its inhabitants called Zyparians). Until today, before being destroyed by Zypara, there existed a seventh planet called Mechara (its inhabitants called Mecharies) 

Chapter I

My ship impacted in a inhospitable area of ​​the planet Earth on the 16th day of the 3rd week of the month of Thalor of the year 80 of Mechara, which corresponds to the first day of January of the year 11 725 ​​of the Earth era, since the Mechara calendar was composed of eight months of forty-eight days divided into three weeks of sixteen days each. Each day consisted of twenty-two hours, of which sixteen were working hours. Mechara had been founded by the Aurevion hybrids in the year 11 645 AC. They used every last gram of tungsten, the only material capable of withstanding Mechara's high temperatures, to create us and almost everything else on our planet.
The Aurevites had been extracting this tungsten since they arrived on Aurevion after being expelled from Earth in the year 10 825 AC. I landed in emergency mode in the middle of this petrified jungle a few minutes before six in the morning, which was very useful to avoid being annihilated, since in the nearby city the humans were resting after long New Year's celebrations, and I was able to detect with my sensors that you were the closest living beings to me, being almost three kilometers away from where my ship landed. Once the ship was on solid ground, I activated the cloaking system to hide it from the dangerous human eye. I left my seat with some difficulty moving due to the sudden jolts I received during the emergency descent. Once outside the ship, I configured the vibrant blue reflectors that make up my visual system, dimming their glare as much as possible so as not to be exposed.
Although I left the distance range set to default, this would be very useful to me since, thanks to this feature of my system, I can see in minute detail even the tiniest insect at a distance of six thousand meters. I stayed there for three days, and then I approached this cavern where you, the most qualified human scientists, have the immense machinery for your project.
Now, I have to admit that at first, perhaps because of the dizziness and shock caused by seeing my planet on fire, at the first moment of descent when I saw myself submerged in the petrified jungle, I had the slight illusion that Mechara had not been destroyed, that it had all been a bad dream since part of the soil in this area has a particular resemblance to my planet.

Mechara had a rocky, metallic, and arid surface, with vast plains of tungsten and mountains studded with glittering veins of exotic minerals. There were no seas or rivers, only parched valleys where a metallic liquid had once flowed. Rain did not exist, but dry, electrical storms roamed the sky, feeding the planet's natural energy systems, the atmosphere was dense, with coppery and violet hues at sunset. Our vegetation was almost nonexistent, only a few crystalline organisms existed that were capable of absorbing energy from electrical discharges. On Mechara, it's well known how planet Earth works. This has always been a subject of study on my planet, but arriving here and seeing it with my own spotlights is very different. My sensory system detects that the tree bark is indeed irregular and rough. More than the petrified forest, I move through the imposing natural forest. There are flowers and animals, just as we've always been told; they have life, they breathe, just like the Earth's crust. I can feel them and I can speak to them, but they don't respond. Water is liquid and abundant; I detect it, even though I can't touch it. The sky is ever-changing; there are clouds, rainbows, and variations in days between sunny, cloudy, and rainy. The weather is fueled by the sounds of birdsong, the rustling of the wind in the leaves, rain hitting the ground, and the existence of oxygen, vital to humans, as it has been since the beginning of time. These characteristics of your planet were often a subject of study for me at Mechara.
The Zyparians attacked us by launching catalytic nanomolecules that adhered to our bodies and everything made of tungsten like us, the particles absorbed water vapor from the air, concentrating and enhancing it and that's when the slow destruction of our world began, our bodies began to produce tungstic acid and everything began to hollow out and fall apart, I was inside the ship for a routine system check because I had been assigned a new task and as was routine before each new task I had to go through a check to make sure everything was okay. From there I saw how my world began to fall apart, the reflectors of the visual system of the Mecharies with whom I worked day to day, the authorities who once reprimanded me for mistakes were hollowed out and broke into a thousand pieces, the colossal monuments in honor of Aurevion, our founders, fell turning the floor of Mechara into a tomb of giants. The repair ship, which corresponded to what on Earth they call a hospital for humans, started its engines, as if it were programmed, and I have to say it like this because I did not know, I had no idea how to start it, besides being perplexed by such destruction and seeing that I did not have much more left than the same end as the other machines on my planet, I just limited myself to wait my turn, however the ship began to take off and when it was about ten meters from the surface I saw something incredible, something I'll think about every day of my existence; a human in an armored suit running toward the ship, of course with no chance of successfully reaching it, I didn't even get to formulate a rescue plan for the human, when the ship was dragged in just a few seconds to more than millions of light years away, while I managed to place myself in the seat with the ship's security system that for a few seconds spun around putting me upside down because of the shock wave. In the midst of my dizziness my searchlights managed to capture the final blow that Zypara dealt to Mechara. A devastating fire attack that still keeps Mechara burning and that ended our civilization of scientific robots.
"Did you say scientific robots?" —the human asked.
"Yes, that's what I said. My civilization was designed to be the largest community of scientists in existence among all known worlds."
The correct series was the giant models that looked imposing, the "memory scaffolds" of Mechara, but I was part of a group of 3,000 products, the result of an assembly error: since my series was made with scraps of tigstenob (an experimental alloy), due to such tests, my body turned out small, child-shaped. As I mentioned earlier, only 3,000 units like me existed, much more fragile than the larger models, but also more adaptable and with boundless curiosity. Most of us were dismantled, leaving very few standing. Although we were "defects," our form actually granted empathy and the ability to connect with organic beings. We were seen as a reminder of Mechara's vulnerability: a strong planet, but with hidden fissures. Those of us who weren't dismantled were trained to be useful in the only thing that didn't require force; we specialized in observing weather and atmospheric energy. We recorded the patterns of electrical discharges and studied how they influenced the metallic surface of our planet. We served as scientific chroniclers, documenting each discovery in light and sound codes.
For my research project, I had been assigned a companion. Her name was "Coralata." She and I walked together in the petrified forests. She guided me through the trunks turned to stone and showed me how life had been suspended in time. One day, while I was analyzing the mineral surface of a tree, I noticed that in the crystalline reflection of the rock, she was silently watching me with a slight smile. The discovery was twofold: on the one hand, I understood that those trees retained within them tiny traces of hardened sap, as if the forest were still breathing; and on the other, I understood that she loved me, She didn't tell me this with words, but with the way she waited for me when I was lost in thought, the way she placed her hand on the cold metal of my arm as if we were skin-to-skin, and the way she shared her silences with me. Coralata and I had our energies magnetized, we were made for each other. I knew this because every time she made a discovery, before analyzing it, the first thing she looked for were my sensors in her gaze, as if without that act the discovery would be meaningless. Before the end we had been ordered to put into documents the new advances of the Mecharies for the issue of the seas of Davon, but hours before meeting with Coralata to begin that work I was obliged, as I said before, to go through a general routine check of my body and my system in the repair ship, in it each robot entered alone, was scanned and if necessary repaired or eliminated, each check implied a challenge. When the end began, I thought of her first and felt the vibration of her system asking for my help. That's why I know we were magnetized. I don't want to imagine her end; I prefer to remember her with her shining gaze. 

When I say that she and I had been ordered to document the Davon issue, I mean that Mechara scientists finally created a solution to gradually solidify Davon's seas of pure liquid gold.
"Seas of pure liquid gold?" —The human asked, and the narrator replied: 

"Yes, Davon is a planet filled with seas of pure, liquid gold at high temperatures. There is only gold there that would serve Aurevion to create a new colony of robots similar to the Mechara giant series to be used in military work. But the planet Earth investigated it, they knew about it, and they wanted that gold. They weren't sure they could face Aurevion in a fight for Davon's seas of gold, for which they would have not resources to exploit, so it planned things its own way..."
We, besides being a colony that obeyed Aurevion, were also the only ones capable of withstanding the temperatures of Davon since despite being high, they were incomparable with the extremely high temperatures of Mechara, therefore, I tell you  humans, do not continue with actions that will only lead to the destruction of planet Earth. You are working on the construction of the "Giant Rose System" solar weapon, with the purpose of extracting solar energy directly to fuel massive energy projects on planets and space stations. This will impact the behavior of solar energy, causing the sun to continue increasing in size to unimaginable scales. You believe destruction is far away, but it's closer than you think. You believe you have millennia left, but no. In six hundred years, the fire you worship as life will also be the shadow of your extinction. I was not created to be a prophet, only a chronicler of storms. But I learned to read the signs, and I know what awaits the Earth. You who have believed my story, take this truth beyond your lives. Include it in your technology, engrave it in stone, in circuits, in songs. Let your children and their children's children know that the time of the earth is numbered. I cannot save myself. Nor can I save you, but I can give you something greater: the warning that will make all you stop trying to create "The Giant Rose System" for the good of the earth.

The human scientists did not want to confront the authorities of the governing council, knowing almost perfectly well the response they would receive, which is why they first wanted to prepare a document with reasons and evidence and ask the council to allow the Narrator of Mechara to remain on Earth and, if possible, to be part of the official delegation of scientists, since his knowledge would be very useful. 

Chapter II

While all this was in process, a small group of scientists offered the Narrator an exit outside the scientists' cave to explore a little more about the nature of planet Earth.
The group of scientists were outside the cave with the Narrator for three wonderful days in which the Narrator of Mechara contemplated the beauty of nature in its maximum and close expression and then they returned to the cave. Once there, the rest of the scientists had already completed the document with evidence that what the Narrator said was true and finally a group of them would present their cause to the Council to stop the evolution of the "The Giant Rose system" and thus reverse the situation. While a group of scientists left the petrified caverns to head to the city, another group was left in charge of the care of the Narrator of Mechara who continued recording in the book every last piece of information and detail of what his civilization was. 

The scientists were very interested in their calendar, which was also recorded in the book. The Narrator of Mechara sensed the danger in his sensors and did not want the cavern that had housed the best human scientists for centuries to be destroyed, so as soon as it was possible for him to leave unnoticed, he went first through the petrified forests and then through the natural forests until he reached the city, surprised by such majesty and being curiously observed by every human he crossed.

The Narrator was determined to present himself before the authorities so that the human scientists would not be punished. As soon as he appeared before the council, he was arrested and two days later tried before a large crowd.
"What am I acussed of? —said the Narrator.
"Of conspiring, of causing chaos, of slandering our planet Earth with shameful falsehoods," —said the council. As expected, the Narrator Of Mechara was ordered to be destroyed by water, a Mechari's worst nightmare, but not before allowing the condemned to say his last words. in front of the arrogant gaze of the crowd, Narrator said:
"In view of the sentence imposed on me, according to most of you accusing me of altering order, creating chaos and promoting false insults against your planet, as you wish, I accept my fate with dignity, but not before using the word, a right that humans grant to their condemned to tell you all today that Mechara was destroyed by Zypara but in reality: was an act of interplanetary sabotage to ensure that Aurevion would lose its colony and its resources. I felt the roar of Zypara tearing through our mountains. The order came from Earth. My world was just a pawn on a larger board: Aurevion coveted our sweat, Earth coveted seas of liquid gold that Aurevion would extract from Davon, and when they couldn't have it all, they destroyed what others had.
The Earth lies not only about the past, but also about the future. Some of you have believed me, and so I must give you the whole truth: the Sun will be your "Zypara." In six hundred years, there will be no Earth left. Spread these words with fire in their message, proclaim them to their descendants, do not waste them by making them sound in the ears of those who serve the Council, Pass them on tirelessly, from generation to generation. Because there will come a day when this knowledge will be the difference between extinction and survival, lest a handful of you, humans, have the misfortune of surviving and seeing what I have seen, and feeling what I have felt.

The water of death fell upon the body of the Narrator of Mechara first generating cracks and then breaking it into a thousand pieces and finishing with the last of the Mecharies.

“This is the testament of a world that no longer exists. The Narrator of Mechara spoke to us with a child's voice and a thunderous roar.
He narrated the truth that Earth forbade: He narrated that the command for Zypara to be the blade that split their planet was an order from Earth, and that our Sun will burn against us in six hundred years. Do not forget, reader of the future: these pages are not a myth, but a warning.
In her poetry lies science, and in her numbers, the path to change course. We are the guardians of memory. If one day this book reaches your hands, remember it as Mechara's cry, as her final cry of warning to your race: to tell you that she herself, driven by greed, is heading toward her end.

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Readers of the future, as requested by human scientists, I engraved the Mechari calendar on my last tablet as a token of my gratitude to all those who in their memory coined my words and honored my warning.

For You, The Narrator Of Mechara.

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Happiness Before Destruction 

         

Happiness Before Destruction

Autor: Mariana Luzuriaga

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