This is a novel planked in a universe that occupied our orbital space before it painted its own doom. The murder of the king/president of that world triggers a chain of events that unfold, to arc the doom hammer. The saga of a disgusted detective for whom the wheels turn to make him a man destined to garb the clothes of a .......... Read more to know more.


8. The Nature's Testimony


After being cleverly disposed under the pretext of accompanying a search party, Zeus trudged the space to the crystal gardens. He was walking the ranks of those selected men who were marching to grade the veracity of the stranger’s statement. As Zeus walked his mind glimpsed him thoughts that he had been eluding for days. He started a mental recount, the hallucination, a possible genocide, misinterpretation and now the startling reality that the regal gent might be crooks.

As Zeus crossed mental thresholds while trudging to the destination, the royal chambers were experiencing a riveting silence , stabbing through which were the pincer words of the stranger, though Zeus’s brain was later imprinted with the events, the reader would be presented with first hand exposure from the natural judges there, magic is in the air……..

The specks/millet's of dust that were foraying into their quest of reaching the incandescent lantern

We mission as a pack, and while we were hovering around trying to glue to that giant nimbus of light, we felt a slight rustling in our medium of travel and we knew Tension had entranced to entrance. Then we heard the words coherent to crystals. The being said something about a four side grooved structure, the reason for this architecture being that the crystal could torch light in all fours. As we were confronted by the glowering fire, we stopped gliding and stuck on to the lantern and started our hibernation process. You know our hibernation has features unique to our hybrid………………

The lamp, playboying with the millets.

As my charm and my heart’s hearth started bringing in residents, I heard and sighted, a glimmering of light and I knew that the mouth-clamper had staged. I immediately decided to interrogate the acoustic vibrations; by playing cowboy with them I could discern the verbal notions but could make nothing of it. The stranger was saying something about the crystals having a special power to be pummeled into space. He also said that these crystals would hang glue to portal and start streaming light from their stationery postures. He related the posture with that of a drawing enshrined in a frame. Then Mr. Tension tried shriveling me and I blew off (some say that a hole punctured into my glass sheath had permeated in air, huh, only I know)

The winds bearing tension- real transmogrifiers  

We were hijacked by that demon and we were forced to wave him towards that room which was exceptionally furnished, one thing, whatever was going on was outright boring. I mean what do we care about the fate of this accursed place. The stranger with the aquatic glow was flailing his arms and melodramatizing whatever puny of a message he bore. He was telling something about this world or whatever it is having a Kronos point(for god’s sake) upon which if even a torch light be channeled…. What did he say…..expunge, no plunge, yes he said that if light is give audience with that hole the whole world would be smoked. He said someone called Hades had embarked on a clandestine mission to portal a beam of sunlight into that hole using some crystal to torch the hole.

This seemed vehemently boring and to kill this noxious bore we played with the lantern and accidentally switched it off, oops, Mr. Tension is pissed off, gotta run………

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