Chapter 3: Kale

In the oceans of the world below there was thought, there Mira contemplated the name in which she could not escape, why on earth would anyone think to name her? The water washed over her in milky waves and as often it does her mind began to wander back to times long left to ash in the worlds of Gods and Legend. Then Mira watched from the sidelines taking the form of a mountain Nymph who they called Echo, she used her time in this form to spin wild tales for the jealous Goddess Hera who in all reality was a Designer herself but these were days beyond the logic of their kind and Hera was a character this Designer played well. Echo had entertained the Goddess and many others of her kind, workers who had no knowledge of her true creed. She had once spun magic into the very air, but once Hera took her voice she began to forget the joy of verbal creation and headed back to the sky. Now the world says Echo fell in love with a beautiful youth, and was lost by his vanity, she pays no mind to the tale as she knows no love save that of creation.

 

In the dark depths of the ocean Mira laid watching the prehistoric beast of long ago pass by her eyes, once, she thought, my name was Echo and now… Mira? She was no longer relaxed, images flooded her vision and the ocean became a consuming screen of visual delight, irritation grew thick under her skin, centuries died and rose anew with moments passing before her eyes, a moment with no meaning. Mira she thought over and over again until falling victim to a most beautiful creature. In her turmoil she failed to notice the giant expecting mother creep behind her. To miss such a thing was beyond a simple folly. The whale consumed her in one elegant gulp and in its stomach she waded through the mass of fluid, drenched in its digestive muck. “Wonderful” she sighed as the creature bellowed moving toward the surface “just wonderful” as her skin began to ach and her eyes water from the overwhelming odor she thought of the consequences of allowing the stomach to consume her, but in the end turned to vapor rising from the beast gullet.

 

The state of vapor is an existence to be envied it seemed; there are little to no thoughts as her consciousness spanned over the open air mixing with ocean mist and the exhale of the giant. Perhaps the molecules resonated I should remain this way. The only conflict would be the lack of consistent thought and thus the inability to create consistent matter, but what would be the use in attempting to create in any form she had already become stagnate. As her essence floated to the heavens she felt the unmistakable presence of peril but unable to clearly see in her state she formed a new. A quick form of a bird a creature mastered by her kind in the early days, as soon as eyes formed she knew she had made a mistake, not peril at all, simply Kale watching the world from a cloud low in the sky.

 

Kale smiled at her, though she had not thought he noticed her, with a monstrous grin, not a common form in the least, a demon perhaps? His body was painted in black fur, clawed limbs, and the unmistakable snarl of a captive wolf; he was what nightmares were made of. Kale dashed in her direction before the poor bird could escape “Ello there little sparrow.” the sound came as a growl but the noise was understood all the same, the wickedness of Kale finding its way into her making certain nothing was lost in translation.

 

Hello, Kale. He snatched at her body far too quickly taking her into his grip with ease. The struggle was short lived.

 

“I hear you wandered, dance, and failed at oblivion.” the beast began pulling her matter forming a new body. The pain was overwhelming as he crafted for her another shell. Attempting to scream out for her counterpart she failed he took hold of the sound and laughed. “Don’t fight it dearest sister, I only aim to show the truth.” Kale had once been revered as the creator of religion and the idea of truth on the Earth, but once he tired of his existence and failed to reach oblivion he became known as the creator of nightmares, he was a powerful mind one of the great Designers who could take a formed matter and pull out the true essence within. Silencing herself she left him to work over her, she was not strong enough to find release, he had set himself to his work and no one could separate them.

 

Echo. She thought as he dropped her to the cloud beneath her, he’s made me Echo…

 

“Sal spoke to me of your dance in the star, I only wish you had succeeded.” and with those words he was gone, as though he had never existed. Leaving her writhing in pain, vulnerable, exposed and lifeless.

She remained there just about the ocean still within the confines of atmosphere feeling empty and broken, the only crime ever thought within their kind was thought by Kale, the feeling of vulnerability was his alone and he left Mira now Echo crying on his cloud. Her counter found her unmoving what seemed decades later to her his soft arms lifted her from her coffin and took her far from the Earth. My dear counter, why would you not call for me? I cannot express the amount of guilt I feel… leaving you to his hands. His comforting words did little for her and the memory grew thick behind her eyes. His claws dancing within her being pulling bones apart, ripping out her bird heart and tossing it aside, he had taken all as a puzzle and recreated another picture, he left her with raven hair, a supple body, and the eyes of a mountain nymph. He had touched deep within the confines of her character and molested the flesh with his own.

He left her voiceless as Hera had and all the while memories of those days returned to her. There was emptiness when Hera stole her voice, as she took far more than sound. She took the ability to create a story with the magic she once had, for decades after she would remain unable to produce anything worthy of awe it was not until her counter returned the piece of matter Hera had stolen that she became whole once more. Kale had stolen nothing, but the mere memory of those days took her light. Designers were meant to form and create, not be created. Their matter was their own and all seemed wise not to place themselves in one another’s grip, Kale, he had done more than the horrid Hera ever could. She ripped Echo’s tongue from her mouth but Kale, Kale, had ripped away much more.

 

They call it… rape below, don’t they? When another person….

 

Don’t give the act a name; it will only give it power. What Kale has done is tragic and wrong, but do not give that animal the satisfaction he craves. This must be the work of Salmascus, for whatever purpose ne is using Kale to get to you he thought with much certainty. All knew that Salmascus could be vicious given the opportunity and when for whatever the reason ne desired something ne would never act alone and Kale was usually her partner once having been her counter.

 

Why?

 

Chapter 2

Returning to her counterpart everything seemed to fall into place, she was no longer reeling with adrenaline and felt safe being a nameless number among her own. Mira she ponder the name as she came to his side marveling at his newest creation a subtle twist on an ocean life form, a favored pass time of his. It’s wonderful, is it a type of… shark?

Yes I felt it only necessary to offer up a new species, they are such wonderful creatures. Where have you been? His words were plain and simple there was complete focus on his task as he generated a system of organs, a heart and breathed his own life force into the small orb.

I decided to take a small journey to… view a star… hoping it would give me an idea for something to offer up to Earth. Nervous of the answer she forced herself to look away, desperately attempting to think of something to toss down with his new being.

Its been a while for you, hasn’t it? Its no matter really there is plenty going on it seems, most of my new creations wont be found for generations. It only fills the future with new possibilities knowing the foundation of her worries he wished only to comfort. Knowing fully how disheartening a mental block could be, especially when there were few who ever truly stopped their molding of the universe. Why not take focus away from the Earth for a time, we often forget there is an entire universe, others would appreciate-

Are you trying to rid yourself of me? I am capable of creating for the Earth. It is why I am here and not in some other system. She was pouting and knew full well of it her large eyes dripped a bit of liquid another side effect of the humanoid form, she was not exactly hurting over his words, she was becoming worried again of Sal’s.

What has gotten into you? First you spend so much thought upon a form for no real reason and now… tears? I believe that’s what the drips are called, why are you so odd today? There’s no reason for this my counter all is well as it always is. Unleashing the newest addition to the sea a bit closer to the America’s he turned to her there was little in the form of comfort amongst them as hardly it was needed at all, but he had seen mankind act for ages as a cure-all for their aliments and took to placing a malformed hand upon the girl.

Its Sal. Unable to lie to her companion she shamed herself for her previous interaction ne came to me… ne  told me I was like nir ne named me. Mira. I’m uncertain of its origins but I assure you I am not of them, I lashed out at nir demanded recognition of my lack of title, but ne insisted I was like nir. I am afraid, ne is so erratic and self serving it is a pointless endeavor that ne has begun and I wish no part in it, but ne thinks I am already of it.

Immediately he understood, for all their existence from time to time an anomaly occurred such as Salmacis an individual who strayed from the traditional role of The Designer, turning to self glorification rather than universal design. Once not long ago to those who have lived an eternity Designer’s took the role of Gods and Goddess he knew the time all too well, once called Apollo he had reveled in the worship he received. Most left the endeavor behind bored of self idealization but Salmacis had kept the name and returned to her life holding on to individualism bother yourself with ne no more, you are not a name, a titled is only as good as its purpose which is why we call the Workers such and ourselves Designers there there is reason. Mira, we can look into it if you wish but I think a name is something ne used simply to confuse you for nir own benefit.  

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We will be here long after the world dies for we know no death, no freedom. We will be here as the world destroys itself and watch in awe of its destruction. Everything built will crumble and every creation will know the darkness of oblivion. When the universe is silent we will still stand.

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Have you ever just watched them?

Why? Have you spent time doing anything, but watching them? What else is there to do?

“Point taken.” the voice is oddly feminine like the bitter cold of a wave it broke through the unbearable silence.

“I’ve watched them since they were but tiny molecules, atoms even. I’ve never felt the need to watch much else. The cats maybe, house ones are incredible interesting from time to time.” the voice is masculine holding fire and envy, a longing one should not know in his position.

“Yeah, but I mean really watched them, know them by name, or even… what do they call it? Race?”
“I think you mean ethnicity, a much more profound concept I feel.”

“Fine, that.” there was a sigh and a flicker in the her eyes her movements like rain as she step softly toward him. “Have you ever picked one out, or a group, and just watched.”

“No. I’ve never cared much for the psycho babble of individualism they admire themselves too highly I much prefer watching the affiliated fight it out against their opposition. My favorite are the ocean groups, you would think its be the desert tribes but I enjoy the island movements, so dependant and isolated and yet in many ways harmonious.”

“You favor them for their geographic locations, you’ve mentioned it before, when you traveled amongst them. I don’t think their game plans matter much.” the joke was left empty as a storm brewed over the Atlantic. “Tragedy, or a bit of fear?”

“Taking bets? I doubt another tragedy will be occurring any time soon, none of them seem to realize the peril they are in.” standing he takes a step to the edge of the mist and watches as the signs of death float about Africa “Right now, there’s genocide happening, it looks like a water color doesn’t it?”

“One of those child drawings, the dead mere drips from fingers?” her laugh filled the air and the mist dives down into the atmosphere “Its only when you get closer it looks a tad more tangible, not paint, more like…” searching for the word she trails off reaching out to the earth her hand like a shadow below “lego’s?”

“Ah yes, like toys, ticker blocks or what have you. They don’t know tragedy, not like the predecessors now the Greeks they knew tragedy. If I had to pick an ethnic group it would have been them, I watched them almost in earnest, shame how they ended.” his eyes the two orbs on either side of his unneeded nose fixed on the waters whirled like a hurricane as he remembered what seemed only moments passed. “They worshiped so wonderfully” he grinned and raised his arms pulling the duo back into the cosmos. “Do you watch them? Individually?”

Almost shocked she turned to him with a look of terror “yes, from time to time, there is one family I’ve come to enjoy.”

“Family? You take the time to look in on then?” indifferent he began forming something, an orb at first solid turning then to ball of light, liquid and malleable .

“I watch them, it passes the time…” nothing more was sad he spent his time watching his creation grow, pondering where he would send it, without question why. He left that to those down there in the trenches. And she bored and lost in thought decided to change her body the only thing created safe to mold in her eyes.