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Deep within a glittering, but now, an ancient structure, where the gods and goddess went about their daily musings, the lights in a nearly forgotten room lit up. The room awoke after many years of sleep with soft humming along with a few mirrors lighting up with images and a curiously attractive language scrolled across it. One mirror was pulsating with a bright, pumpkin orange.
A floating object rushed into the room, examining the flashing mirror. “Oh my, this is not good, not good at all. I must awaken Dreana.”
The object floated off through a side doorway, rushing down a long, metallic, sterile white hallway. It came to an abrupted stop in front of a large metal door. The object now took the shape of a rhombus; it was surrounded in a purple eggplant colored light. The beam swept up and down the creature for a few moments, and then the door slid open.
At first, the room was nearly pitch black; there was a just a yellow-orange glow coming from a part of the room. As the rhombus entered the room, it became illuminated. All along the walls lights came on, revealing a large, sterile white rectangular room. The room had two tables, a desk, a bed, and a rhombus-shaped sarcophagus up against the far wall. The yellow-orange lighting came from the base of it. The sarcophagus was ten feet by five, marble in appearance with colored gems lining every side of it with a large topaz on top at the very center.
As the floating rhombus moved towards the sarcophagus,, it repeatedly said, ‘oh dear, this is not good.’ It hovered above the topaz shinning a beam directly into for a few minutes. The ray alternated a rainbow of colors, pulsating faster and faster. Then the beam stopped, and the floating object moved from floating over the large object.
“Mistress. Mistress.”
The giant topaz rose up from the center, as the top opened. A slender, female sat up, yawning and stretching her arms. She stood up, the light bathing her sexy naked body, she stepped out of her chamber, glancing around the room before focusing her gaze on the floating rhombus.
“Hello, old friend. How are you? How long has it been?”
“I am well mistress. It has been nearly nine thousand years mistress.”
“It has been a while. Please, Cantor, call me Dreana. It has been a long time; however, we did have this conversation. Mistress is too formal. Now then old friend, why have you taken me out of stasis.”
“You left instructions to awaken if the portals reactivated and one has been activated.”
Dreana scowled at Cantor, hands on her hips.
“I thought I had taken care of the portals. Have my companions reactivated them?”
“No, ma’am…Dreana. The others have been occupied with other matters. Do you think you should put on some clothes, you will catch a chill if you don’t.”
“Oh, how I missed your modesty old friend. Very well, I will put something on.”
Dreana touched a band on her wrist the spread her limbs out. A dim glowed incapsulated her. Within a few moments a white garment, with a black belt and boots formed around her.
“Better Cantor?”
“Yes.”
“Now then Cantor, if my companions did not find a way to fix the portals then can you explain how a portal is working?
“No, I cannot.”
“Where is the point of origin and destination?”
“Ma’am, the portal originated at site designation 0013.”
Dreana raised her eyebrows. “That is not possible, are you sure Cantor?”
“Yes, Dreana. The destination is portal site Fe.”
“That should not be possible, site Fe…hmmmm, do the others know?”
“No. They have not responded to alert. I think they are no longer interested or have forgotten. To my knowledge, no one else is or has been aware of Fe.”
“Come my little friend; I need to look into this and quickly.”
The two of them left her room, moving quickly down the hall they came to the other room with the flashing mirrors. Dreana waved her hand in front of the primary mirror, immediately silencing everything as well as stopping flashing lights. Dreana looked from mirror to mirror, running her hands across a few glowing jewels at the same time.
“You are correct Cantor. It appears we have two individuals inbound. Hmm, both are humanoid, male as well, how interesting. Oh, what were they called…Ah yes, humans.”
Cantor floated over to one of the mirrors on the wall next to Dreana; it was focused on a detailed image of both in-coming humans.
“Dreana! The second human, you must see this.”
Dreana stepped over to see what had excited Cantor. She looked at the image, running her hands over a few glowing jewels under the mirror.
“There is no mistake; this human has some type of technology in him. Very crude and I cannot determine the function. I think it is safe to assume that much has advanced on 0013.”
“Yes, Dreana, I concur. Won’t the filter you put into place neutralize both humans, especially the second one?”
“Yes, Cantor it will. Let’s hold them in transport for a bit while we sort this out. Would you take a look at site Fe, please? Tell me if you find anything unusual there.”
Cantor moved to another mirror, a beam emitting from it passing over the mirror. A layout of site Fe appeared, and the view reduced down to the large room with the teleporter in it. Three figures emerged on the mirror, Cantor focused onto them, bringing up an image of them. ‘Oh dear you will not be pleased by this ma’am’ it spoke aloud as it kept the focus on the small party.
Dreana turned to look at what Cantor was speaking about with such an emphatic tone. Her expressionless face suddenly grew a scowl and then filled with rage.
“Cantor! Bring me to the others immediately and quickly bring me up to date on what they have been doing all these years.”
“Yes Dreana, as you ask; however, you will not be pleased. What about the two humans?”
“They are held in transport. I will decide about them after I talk to the others.”
The two rapidly walked, or in truth, Dreana walked while Cantor floated next to her, up to a silver spiral staircase. Cantor spent the time giving her an abbreviated synopsis of the past nine thousand years. As he spoke, it only served to fuel the growing anger on Dreana’s face. The top of the staircase opened to a large oval room with four hallways leading off in opposite directions.
“Cantor stop!”
“Yes, Dreana?”
“Let’s go back, and to hell with the others, we will take care of this ourselves.” Dreana turned, taking a few steps back down the staircase.
“Ma’am. Why?” The rhombus floated a few feet from Dreana, sparkling like a prism in the light.
“After what you have told me, everything my companions have been up to for the past nine thousand years, it is apparent they do not care.” She pointed back up the staircase as she faced Cantor. The anger was very apparent on her face.
“They decided to play gods and goddess. They decided to the mettle and play with the biology of the planet. They chose to create the myth that I destroyed the world. And then my companions chose to cast me in the role of the ‘goddess of vengeance and life,’ then I should live up to it.”
Dreana motioned for Cantor to follow her back downstairs. They went back down the stair, the silence between them, with the only noise, was from Dreana’s feather like footsteps. Cantor was glowing different colors as it attempted to calculation and deduce her intentions. They made their way back to her room, back to the mirror that was showing the two in-coming travelers suspended in mid-transit.
Her fingers danced across the colored gems beneath the mirror, as she worked, she hummed a tune.
“What are you doing, Dreana?”
“I am allowing these two interesting humans through the portal. I am sending the one with the primitive technology through to that group in Fe. And the other one….hmm, let me find a settlement close by.”
She continued to hum as her finger danced across a few other gems, her gaze focused on another panel next to the main one.
“How can you send him to an area outside the portal opening ma’am? That is not possible. It was never done in the past.”
She continued to look at the panels, humming a bit longer. “Well, Cantor, I designed the teleport system. I did not tell everyone about all it could do. Which is why I shut it down after the accident.”
Cantor floated closer, observing what Dreana was doing.
“And I am done. There my floating friend. They will both arrive in a few moments. You and I will observe for a while to see what transpires. In the meantime, you can continue to fill in all the blank spaces over the past nine thousand years.”
