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"Sparked"

Novel By: Hsien Lou
Fantasy



The Son of Death has arrived on earth, sent with the mission to tackle the un-dead in order to balance the universe. He is aided by Emma Dove, a human who is obsessed with mathematics. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Feb 20, 2014    Reads: 156    Comments: 0    Likes: 2   


"Sparked"

Hsien W Lou

© Hsien W Lou 2014

'The spark of life. The source of life.'

Prologue

"Send him!"

The Council Members grumbled in unity, not pleased with the current cluttered and thick documents on the circular stony table. Their eyes stared blankly at the documents centred in the middle of the table, none of them had bothered to read the documents but they all knew of the troublesome Section 3.4.3.1 that was apparently highlighted in bright red on page 1 690 of the Fourth of Twenty Auditors Report. The only reason they had been made aware of this was because of Miss Underwood's urgent meeting request that had stated in big bold letters of the agenda which was the nagging Section 3.4.3.1.

"Send him."

Their grumblings echoed in different tones, one in soprano, the second in tenor, the third in contralto, the forth in baritone and finally, the fifth sat silent. The sounds of disgruntlement formed a melancholy melody that vibrated in the dark room. The Council had gathered every one of them was dressed in their overgrown robes, the cloth fell from their chairs to the ground, providing the black tiled floor with warmth. They were seated around the stony table, each with their hands and elbows on the table. Their features were barely visible in the dark, yet even in the light their faces were hidden by the grey hoods attached to their robes, the only evident trait seen was their scaly pale skin, if ever curious eyes had dared analyse their faces. But the fifth one was entirely different, he was the oddest one of the five. He was dressed in a thin cotton black hooded robe which hid is features well, he had no pale or scaly skin detectable, within his hood was an abyss of nothingness where his face should have been.

There were five doors behind each one of their chairs and beyond them dim glowing white lights shone. They had arrived to discuss Section 3.4.3.1, which apparently had to do with a few discrepancies of the fifth one. According to heavy documented reports, the discrepancies noted were also highlighted in red and were at least two hundred pages long. But the Four Council Members were not interested, they shrugged their shoulders on their chairs, thinking this matter had been resolved with their two musical notes in muttered harmony.

"Send him!"

The Council Members hated light, it hurt their eyes except, once again for the odd fifth one. The light never bothered him but the Council business did. He did not really like this Council production nor did he enjoy much of his work. He had forgotten how to speak because of this terrible dark occupation yet he had been doing it forever, since space collided with time and the universe had begun. It was the only thing he had known until he had lifted his pen and forced the ink to create words on paper, this had occured during the millions of years after the whole encrypted universe had been formed, on this one particular day, he had surprisingly lost his voice and had to make use of his pen and scribbling notes.

It was somewhat a blessing, if one were to call it that. Without his voice, he had no alternative except to write and thus this encouraged him to improve on his handwriting which his son had sarcastically complimented him on. But never mind that, he was delighted, he had gotten used to the flow of writing his creative thoughts and never ever left anywhere without his pen, ink and paper yet to his amazement in this dark room where all five members gathered and could easily see through the shadowy darkness, he had forgotten his pen, he had forgotten his ink.

He had forgotten his only real voice.

The Council Members began to stand, assuming the fifth member had agreed to the solution on Section 3.4.3.1, they stretched their long grey woolly robes, feeling tired and weary even though it was impossible for them. They all hesitated at first, each of their hands on the silver handles of their respective doors, they were not eager to return to the dim lights outside the room but they were longing for a different scenery than the ancient scaly faces that they were accustomed to. The fifth one still sat, as heard his fellow Council Members push down the silver handles and depart, he sat alone for a few moments, his mind in deep thought, contemplating how he was going to send his only son, down to the green pits of earth to solve highlighted red Section 3.4.3.1.





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