-For ages we were the hunted, and the hated. We hid in the netherworlds of society. Common friends, today we accept our fate. I don't know what awaits us on the other side, but know that I'm not going to hide from it any longer. My question is simple, will you follow me?
The words repeatedly echoed numerous times through the Medius temple of Agartha before fading into the constant chattering of the disciples who all stood before him.
The crowd looked at each other, puzzled over the sudden commandments of their cerebrate guide. Dwain Acarya had been their master for years during the cleansing, and has spoken seriously before, but not like this.
For within his words people could read his worries of certain death. Everybody knew that society would offer them as religious sacrifices once captured. And as the sands of time pour into the designated moment, Acarya expressed a weakness nobody's ever witnessed before.
He crumbles before his followers, begging them to follow in his footsteps to receive the ritualistic punishment predicted by the sages of the Udajeum.
-Let us loose upon their hell, and we will show them what it means to be human!
And for a brief moment he simply waited for somebody to answer. He could hear whisperers through the crowd but even he's sharp hearing couldn't pick up the words. He continued to bide his time, curious, but patient.
A young, but stoic voice answered.
-I will walk that path with you master!
A feint smile spread on Dwain's filthy, battle-scared face.
-Malory, even if we're separated in death, I will never forget you. Will anybody else come?
To the right he spotted a familiar face amongst his followers. The person stepped out from the dark silhouette of the crowd and onto the ruins of a an old ornamented column that stood in his vicinity
-I stand by your side sir, always and forever, even tho I'm a weak coward.
-Cole Dusyanta, my precious friend. I wish things would not have come to this.
-I don't blame you. Nobody could have known.
Shortly thereafter dozens followed the example that Cole and Malory stated, and joined Acarya.
Out of roughly five hundred people that Acraya saved during the last years, only about two hundred chose to believe in him when he told them about the rise of a greater cleansing.
Hes plan was to sacrifice himself and the many who followed to gain some time for his companions to escape, and hide for the coming years. He appointed a new cerebrate guide who would lead the men and woman who chose not to follow. One of his most promising neophytes, Aseem Agha was assigned to the honorable position. Acraya passed on the final knowledge of a cerebrate to him before leaving Agartha, marching towards the outer world.
They passed through the torii style temple gates, which connects to Potala street. The cavernous ceiling was lit by crystals not unlike those that once empowered the great Atlantis, the light is an internal reaction due to the half-life of the material, as long as the process is active, the crystal radiates in a vaguely blue hue, which illuminates the cave in a gorgeous fashion.
What was left of the promising kingdom of Agartha now lay in ruin after the latest cleansing of anomalies like Acarya, and his people.
-How could people be so naive as to believe that this ”higher being” is actually god himself? What did the intelligent people of the world see within this truth that they could not explain with pure knowledge?
Cole considered the fact, taking time for the query to settle. And then he elaborated.
-Actually it's more like it's taking over people's minds compared to convincing them to believe. We just don't know how that works yet.
Malory glared at him.
-And how do we know?
-How else would the entire world alter their perception so quickly?
Dwain turned around facing Malory to interrupt their discussion, he raised his voice in annoyance of their mindless rambling.
-He knows because he's been with us since the beginning. And you haven't. It would only cause you pain and suffering if you knew.
Malory made an effort to look innocent, as if hiding that he was maddened by the words of his master. He respected Dwain only because he saved him from becoming a victim to the offering some time ago, but deep within himself, he knew he disliked the secrecy of the netherworld.
Acarya reflected upon his past choices as they continued to walk the street. What wicked twist of fate made, or chose him to be an unbeliever.
They witnessed the many pale faces of their fellow humans as they continued their journey. Dusyantas trembling resounded through the front line section of the company, nobody knew if this was out of fear or starvation. Nobody was concerned enough to ask and for the record, nobody dared to break the silence Dwain had ordered. He believed it was a time for everyone of to ponder about their lives.
Malory walked on the backside of the group, secretly painting symbols on the walls to calm himself. Symbols hes late mother had taught him to create when he was just a young; insignificant kid.
As he carved the symbols carefully but rapidly on the rock surface whispering
-I have a purpose now.
He couldn't help but to remember his past life; the small orchard farm with the cherry blossom of spring blowing in the wind, he's dear little brother Ethan. He really missed climbing onto the roof at night to witness how the clouds would slowly climb from horizon to over his head. And to witness the moon slowly gliding across the sky, and ultimately the dawning of a new day, the rays of light slowly pushing through the thick foliage made for a very nostalgic scene to remember. Those were days of joy, not days of fighting for life. Or as it stands now, “fighting” for others to live.
At the end of Potala street, there was another temple, however this one shared a closer bond to the Mayan civilization. The stairs led up to the roof of the structure. The terrace was a big square with a peaking wall of two feet, surrounding it. Situated on the top middle was an elliptic shape, slightly obliqued over the edge of the area. The device was attached to cogs and steam driven machinery that was already in full motion. Around the ellipse there were symbols matching that of the alchemical decomposition of a human body.
When approaching the portal it rotated into position for them to walk through Almost instantly immense crimson colored lightning grasped our bodies and tore them to shreds, only to reassemble it on the other side.
