Knome: The Forbidden Zone

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The Legends of Moorbia

 

 

IN A TIME OF UNMEASURABLE TIME,

A LIGHT, TERRIBLE AND ERODING,

BURST UPON THE BEGINNINGS OF LIFE, YIELDING SILENCE

 

BUT THE WILL, OF HE THAT WILLS,

PUT HIS HAND UPON HIS CHOSEN,

AND WAS FOR HIM, A SHIELD

 

THE BREATH OF LIFE CONTINUED,

GIVING BIRTH UPON BIRTH UPON BIRTH,

ASSIGNING LIFE, TO KINDS OF MANY

 

MEN ROSE AND WALKED ABOUT,

SEEKING THE COMFORT OF A LIFE,

FINDING COMFORT, ONLY IN DEATH

 

SO, WAR BECAME THE WILL OF MEN,

WAR BECAME HIS MASTER,

AND PEACE, WAS HIS DISTURBER, CHAOS CAME

 

IN CHAOS KINGDOMS ROSE

IN CHAOS KINGDOMS FELL,

AS WAR, BEGETS WARS

 

BUT IN THE MIDST OF THIS CHAOS,

A SERVANT, TOOK THE CROWN OF A KING

AND PLACED IT UPON HIS OWN HEAD

 

BY THE FORCE OF HIS WILL,

BY THE FORCE OF HIS HAND,

SUBMISSION, WAS GAINED IN HIS LAND

 

AND BY A POWER MYSTERIOUS,

HE SET HIS FACE ABROAD,

INTO OTHER LANDS HE DEMANDED, SUBMISSION

 

NO CROWN ABOVE HIS STOOD,

WHAT HE DREAMED, CAME TO BE,

WHAT HE SPOKE, WAS WRITTEN IN THE STONES

 

HIS LEFT HAND WAS CALLED PEACE,

AND HIS RIGHT, PROSPERITY,

AND UPON THE SONS, HE LAID THEM

 

HE SOWED SEED AMONG THE STARS,

AND PREPARED THE SONS,

FOR THE DESTINY TO COME

 

BUT HE, WHO WAS CALLED FATHER,

IN THE SEASON OF SPROUT,

WAS IN THE DUST, SEWN

 

HIS SONS, BECAME THE WATCHERS,

THE GUARDIANS ON THE HILL,

BUT IN THE DARK, THE RESISTER, ROSE

 

HE SOWED RESISTANCE, IN THE NIGHT

AND THE STARS THREW DOWN THE WATCHERS,

IN FAVOR OF THEIR OWN GLORY

 

AND THE FAT MEN CAME, SEEKING FATNESS

AND DARKNESS GREW, AMONGST THE SHADOW,

AND THEY CAME SWIFTER THAN THE WINDS

 

THE LIGHT WAS YET, AND DID BATTLE,

BUT WAS OVERCOME, AND SWALLOWED.

AND TO THE DARKNESS, TO THE SHADOW, LIGHT YIELDED

 

AND THE SOUND OF WARS WAS HEARD,

IN HIDDEN HEARTS BETRAYED

AND THE SONS FELL SLAIN UPON THE SOIL, CHAOS CAME

 

IN CHAOS KINGDOMS ROSE,

IN CHAOS KINGDOMS FELL,

AS WAR, BEGETS WARS

 

BUT IN THE MIDST OF THIS CHAOS,

MANY A SPARK, APPEARED,

THOUGH SMALL AND SCATTERED, DARKNESS WAS CONTESTED

 

WORDS WERE HEARD IN THE MIDST,

ATONEMENT SOWN IN THE WEEDS,

AND RULE BY RULE WAS SET IN THE STONES

 

LUMINOUS WAS THE LIGHT,

AS A HOPE APPEARED ON THE HORIZON,

AND THE GUARDIANS RETURNED UPON THE HILLS

 

THE REIGN OF THE FAT MEN, WAS WEAKENED.

BUT IN THE MIDST OF THE LIGHT, DARKNESS PERSISTED,

THE DARKNESS, STOOD FAST, AND TERRIBLE, WAS ITS GLOOM

 

THE HORIZON WAS ENGORGED,

AND THE LIGHT, BECAME THE GUARDIANS OF THE SHADOW,

AND THAT PERVERSION WAS UNCONTESTED

 

AND YET WAS THE LIGHT,

PURSUED BY THE DARK HAND,

UNTIL THE HILLS WERE THROWN DOWN

 

THAT WAR WAS GREAT.

AND THE CONQUERED, CONQUERED,

THE SHADOW WAS BANISHED TO THE DARKNESS IN THE NIGHT

 

IN MUTUAL INTEREST MEN STOOD,

RESISTING THE ENCOMPASSING DARKNESS,

YIELDING, TO THE DARKNESS WITHIN.

 

YET THE SONS, REMAIN UNDERFOOT,

AS A HOPE CRIES OUT,

IN THE SEASON OF YIELD, DOMINION.

 

BUT IN THE NIGHT, THE LIGHT AND THE DARKNESS,

SHALL GRAPPLE, AND THUNDEROUS THEY WILL FALL,

BEFORE THE DAY ARRIVES

 

ONCE, TWICE, THRICE, CHAOS COMES.

 

IN CHAOS KINGDOMS, SHALL FALL,

IN CHAOS KINGDOMS, WILL SHATTER,

AS WARS, BEGET WAR.

 

BUT IN THE MIDST OF THE GREAT CHAOS,

A DEVOURING HUNGER SHALL ARISE,

AND THAT RAGE WILL FLOOD OVER THAT WHICH REMAINS…

 

The Omari verses of Idisu.

Fifth Book (Tribulations) of KyDune

 

 

 

 

 

KNOME

Book One

THE FORBIDDEN ZONE

 

 

I SAW A GREAT SCHISM,

TWO MEN LARGE AND IMPOSING STOOD AND DIVIDED THE WATERS,

AND WITH A STRONG ARM, HELD THEM APART.

A GREAT JEWEL, WAS SEEN IN THE MIDST OF THE DIVIDE,

SEIZING IT, THE WATERS WERE RELEASED,

AND THE MIRE WAS STIRRED.

 

Visions of Idisu

First Book (Foundations) of KyDune

 

 

 

 

 

Prologue

 

Krestlin Palace (Knome)

 

In an uncharacteristic rage, Prince Yuri Yemen tossed everything he could get his hands on.  Anything he could not throw, he overturned, or dislodged from its position.  His meditation room was in complete disarray, nothing was where it had been just half an hour before.  Every single breakable object was in pieces, every piece of furniture had been upended.  Dust from broken bottles of incense filled the air, burning his eyes and inducing him to coughed uncontrollably from its overpowering aroma.  He tumbled to his knees gagging, covering his mouth and nose with a piece of cloth he had ripped off of a wall display.  The need for air, shifted Yuri's focus from his over powering rage as he crawled helplessly on the floor, searching for the door.

Yuri’s security guards, anxiously stood at the closed entrance of the meditation room.  Noises and screams could be heard through the door.  The Guards stood visibly unnerved, debating whether to enter the room or not.  Just at the moment of decision, Yuri Yemen’s youngest daughter, Korah, had arrived. 

“What’s going on?” she demanded. 

The ranking Guard, pointed towards the door.  “My lady, it’s your father, he ordered us to leave the room and then he started screaming and.”  Just then, a loud noise from inside the room startled them all and punctuated the guard’s statement. 

“What should we do, my lady?” the under ranking guard asked.

Inside the meditation room, Yuri, blinded and still crawling was beginning to panic, he tried several times to call out for help, but his cries were stifled in a coughing fit. He had managed to crawl in a corner nowhere near the room’s entrance. Turning, he tried to let his senses guide him as he now made his way towards the entrance. However, he stopped and grimaced in pain as he crawled over a broken object, feeling the object burrow into his knee. He rolled over onto his side clutching his knew and then he heard the door of his meditation room opening. His security guards, followed by Korah, rushed in, coming to his aid. They helped him up to his feet, and ushered him out of the room and onto an outside balcony for air. Yuri coughed violently, dislodging dust from his lungs, gasping in the fresh air, as his panic attack began to relent.

Korah was extremely perplexed by the incident, she attended to her father, removing debris from his clothing, picking out glass and other objects from his arms, hands and face as he cried out in pain.  Korah dismissed the guards, and she closed the balcony doors, not wanting anyone to see her father in his current condition.

Yuri, began to scream uncontrollably.  Korah, was so unnerved by the sight that she began to weep.  Nothing in her memory equated with what she was witnessing in her father. Never in her life had she even seen her father shed a tear, he was so strong, so steady.  But that world, that image of her father, was now shattering, and she desperately wanted to stop his cries, not for his sake, but for hers.  An overwhelming sense of dread invaded her. Korah, grabbed him trying to force him to look at her. 

“Father?” she screamed un-consolingly. But there was no acknowledgment from Yuri. 

Korah slid in between him and the balcony wall. “Father, what is it? What’s wrong?” she pleaded. Yuri continued to scream, pounding his fist on the balcony wall. Having no effect on her father, Korah gave in to her rising despair, ceased all attempts to console him and crumpled to the floor in tears. 

Korah’s cries finally penetrated Yuri’s delirium.  Looking down at her crumpled frame, he groaned in compassion for her. His love and concern for her halted his breakdown.  He reached down and lifted her to her feet, he brushed her hair from her eyes and began to wipe her tears.  He embraced her as she buried her head in his chest and cried, feeling his soothing voice, caressing her raw emotions. 

“My dear, I’m sorry," he said holding her tightly. 

“Oh Father, what’s happened? What’s wrong?” 

Yuri paused, letting Korah’s question linger as he wrestled within himself to revisit this painful subject matter. He had never been so angry in his life, nothing rivaled the hatred building in his heart, it visibly caused him to tremble.  Yuri held his daughter at arm’s length as he tried to control himself. He looked into her pleading eyes, trying to formulate his words. He stepped away from her holding on to the balcony to steady himself.

“I have received the final report from, intelligence, and, it’s worse than I thought.” Yuri turned away from Korah, and looked out onto the gardens below.  Korah followed him, trying to look into his eyes.  Leaning on the balcony with his face in his hands, Yuri moaned, “They believe we are fools!”  A semblance of his rage returning, he pounded his fist in his hand ignoring the pain.  “I am the fool!” he said, too low for Korah to have heard him.

“Then, the Myan delegation was correct?” Korah asked. 

Yuri did not answer, inwardly, he was still enraged, more at himself than with anyone else. He, was responsible for the condition of his people.  It was his failure.  His alone. He wanted to answer her, but the words just would not come, they were loaded with pain. How could he have let all of this happen? He pounded the balcony wall once again.

“Father?” Korah took his hand causing Yuri to grimace from his injury. 

“My dear, I failed you, and I failed our people,” Yuri confessed. The weight of those words crushed him, accused and tortured his soul. His legs buckled as he held on to the rail for balance. 

“What do you mean? You failed. It isn’t true.” Korah was shocked by his statement and it was an aversion to her. “Father, I am witness to all you do for our people."  

Korah grabbed his shoulders.  “Father, you mustn’t’ do this, I won’t let you.  You, are a great leader,” Korah insisted, embracing him tightly.

“I love you Korah, and I appreciate your confidence in me, I really do.  However, it does not change the miserable conditions our people are forced to live under.  I didn’t do what was necessary.  We are an impoverished civilization and we should not be!  We have a near monopoly of unconventional energy resources, and yet we can’t feed our people, they’re starving, dying, even rioting in the camps, because they need food, they need hope.

“But father, it hasn’t been for any neglect on your part.  We may have a near monopoly, but it’s the Akadians who control our mining and refining operations."

“And how did that happen?” Yuri interrupted as he backed away from her.  "In an effort to modernize our infrastructure and improve the quality of life for our people, we acquired massive Akadian debt, debt that we are still under to this day, debt that we may never relinquish at our current economic pace.  That, is the reason the Akadians control our mining and refining operations. I negotiated those treaties. I signed those treaties. I gave away our only hope of economic recovery and prosperity. That, is my failure.

“But what choice did you have?” Korah asked.  "What else could have been done? After the war, the Akadians devastated and crippled our recovery efforts by sabotaging the technologies they left behind.  What may have happened to us had you not made those decisions, signed those treaties, no matter how one-sided they appeared to be, it brought a measure of relief to our people, father, you did the best you could.”

Yuri, sighed, pounding his fist in his hand, again ignoring the pain.  “We should have done something, I should have done more. Maybe I should have been more forceful in negotiations with them, maybe I should have given them, ultimatums, but I should have done more!”

“Father, what could you have done?” Korah asked in frustration.  “If, you had given them, ultimatums, it would have been even worse for us.  We have no understanding of their technology, and they know this, and use it against us.  I really don’t know what more we could have done.”

Yuri, took Korah’s hand, opened the balcony door and led her back into his meditation room.  A small crew of servants were cleaning up and re-arranging the room, Yuri dismissed them all with a thank you, gesturing for them to leave.  After the last of the servants had left, Yuri began to looked through some papers stacked on a small corner table, finding what he was looking for, he handed the documents to Korah.  Accepting them she sat down and began to read over the documents.  Yuri walked away, giving her space as he looked over his throbbing hand.

As Korah read through the documents, she unconsciously sighed or gasped at various parts during the reading.  At times, she looked up at Yuri in disbelief.  Yuri then took a seat next to her and watched as she continued to read.  After finishing, she gave the documents back to Yuri and for a moment, they both sat in silence. 

“How long has this been going on?” Korah asked, breaking the long silence.

“From the beginning,” Yuri answered. 

“So, the Akadians have been undercutting our Balarium negotiations with other governments, since the beginning, since independence?” 

"Yes. Before independence, as a colony of Akadia, they were the sole supplier of Balarium. They established those trade relationships. After Independence, as we took control of our own resources, we attempted to renegotiate those contracts with very little success. Since we let them continue to oversee our mining and refining operations, they, negotiated secret deals that kept Balarium prices low. We’ve learned that they’ve extracted far more than their reports to us have shown. Hundreds of millions of tons! So, the Akadians, remained our largest trading partner at those low rates, and, they in turn through their secret deals, sold our resources to the very governments we were trying to establish trade relationships with.  So, our attempts to increase our marginal profit, failed. This limited our economic growth and the ability to unburden our debt, and to prosper."

Frustrated, Yuri, stood and began to pace the floor.

"My dear, Knome, should be the wealthiest nation in all of Moorbia! Instead, we are one of its poorest.  This has been planned and maintained by the Akadian Government, her allies, and those governments who were in on this conspiracy for years, for decades, since the beginning of our independence."

“This is terrible! I just can’t believe the Akadians would do this to us. I know they are not our friends, but to do this!  I can’t believe that governments, that we have hosted here, pretending to be our friends, were at the same time, robbing us, behind our backs, conspiring with Akadia against us."

"And that’s not all," Yuri replied as he walked back to the table and began searching through the stack of papers. Finding the document, he held it up.

"During the beginning of my rule, during the troubles, the Akadian government was behind the insurgence that we were facing at that time. They were funding multiple groups, political challenges, even terrorist campaigns against us.  You are right, they are not our friends, and I was a fool to even think that an amicable relationship with our former overlords was even possible."

“What are you going to do,” Korah asked as a tear ran down her cheek.

“Well, we certainly can no longer accept the current state of affairs,” he said with resolve in his voice. 

“What the Akadians, have done to us, what they are continuing to do to us, is criminal.  Their actions have proved, that they do not desire fairness with us. They want to subjugate us, and they will never be satisfied, until they control what goes on here. Their criminal and immoral actions, have led to the deaths of hundreds of thousands of our people. What they have done, is unforgivable.” Yuri was so angry that if Korah was not in the room, he would have destroyed it anew.

“Father, what can we do about it now? Korah asked. 

Yuri, silent for a moment, walked over to a table at the center of the room and he lifted his old sword. “We fought a war for Independence against the Akadians once, it may be necessary to fight that war again.”


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