Typhon and the Ebb of Chaos - Second instalment

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Science Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic

so this is the continuation..should note that I couldn't think of some names so I just have ----- for now.

 

Volume 1. Typhon

Part 1: The Khem

Typhon is an ancient place, relatively speaking. It is the largest planet in its galaxy, and has existed as a thrall of the star known as Ryth for 10.6 billion years. It is home to many forms of life, but chiefly dominated by the ------. The Masters of Typhon—they are a remarkable race—perhaps even one of the greatest civilizations the Nexus has ever seen. Though unrivaled in their might, they were not alone in their quest for supremacy. Indeed, Typhon has given rise and fall to multiple intelligent races, a rare occurrence even in the vastness that is the Nexus.

First the Khem arose, approximately 4 billion years into the life of Typhon. They were a large race, reaching heights of over 10 feet. They were not entirely biological, being partially composed of a hard mineral described by later races as ‘Animalithos’. This, as I’m sure you’re aware, is impossible in your pocket of the Nexus. These porous rocks first appeared as strange growths on a species of plant that grew deep within caves. As minerals trickled down from streams above the caverns, they were claimed as sustenance by the flora. Voracious as they were, they gladly contended with the superfluous influx of mineral energy. As a result of excess, large deposits of semi processed minerals began to form around the base of the plants. A new kind of partially organic rock was born. Such qualities allowed it to channel bio-chemical energy, as well as electricity. As the deposits accumulated, they eventually began to exhibit a primitive metabolism, and could soon reproduce on their own. Over millions of years, changes in their properties and composition gave way to the progenitors of the Khem. Eventually the pinnacle of the Animalithos lineage, the Khem themselves, came into being. Moderately intelligent, the blind stone-men would rule their caverns for 1.45 million years before dying out.

Tribal in their nature, and with limited habitable space, they would often clash. Communication was difficult as dialects of a language that consisted mainly of grinding and crushing noises tend to vary quite a bit. Often time’s attempts at compromise were quickly abandoned by frustrated diplomats, who returned to their people with declarations of war. The Khem were reckless in their warfare, often causing extensive damage to the tunnels they called home. Constant destruction and depletion of resources meant a nomadic lifestyle. As a result, they never developed a significant civilization.

They remained relatively static in their advancement; their so-called intelligence amounting to little. They never left their tunnels, and eventually perished. To be expected of such a specialised life-form, with little chance of adaptation. Though their existence might seem miraculous to a being from 1738-D, the Khem are of little note. Their presence, however, would be felt for many ages to come.  As the crusts of Typhon shifted and protruded, the remains of many Khem—eternally crystalized—were projected onto the surface, deeply embedded within mountains and cliff-sides. Though many would not be uncovered for quite some time, others were exhumed by battering seas…

Some time before the first historic annals of Typhon, an immense chunk of ground was propelled upwards into the atmosphere by a buildup of super-heated gas and molten material. Upon returning to the surface, it devastated the eastern hemisphere of the planet. Life there did not coalesce again for millennia. The rest of Typhon was also affected by this event. Torrents of water surged inland the continent that would one day be known as Lyrus. Columns of earth were worn away by the relentless flux, but as the waters finally subsided, the fossilized Khem stood vigil amongst the wreckage. Their remains—eerily arranged simulacra of their former selves—appeared as unwavering sentries, looming overhead. With the rising of Ryth, a thousand shafts of light refracting through their inanimate bodies illuminated the surrounding landscape, visible for miles. They hum with a mysterious energy, calling out…


Submitted: January 22, 2013

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