In a world as dark and ever changing as this there would be no acceptance to the divergence of mere 900 Enlightened ones. Seeing as you do not know who those few are or what their skills can bring about we should start from the very beginning to explain the nature of how they came into existence.
A very long time ago a recorded list of events had been formed; the list was captured on the 1st day of the creation of the 3rd planet of the moon. A small hidden society of monks had recognized the 57th entry of that list as the main alteration to the existence of their planet. Seeing as the list had only 63 entries, we could deduct that this event could potentially alter the ending of all times. This kind of thinking would not however be considered in a place such as this, seeing as it was prohibited to even begin to imagine such things and you would definitely be caught out if you did, as all saw what you imagined. You must understand that the conformity and unity of the Eidetic people was what helped them to be able to communicate with one another, but at the same time exclude the ones who did not fit the natural rhythm of thought.
We can not skip the explanation of these humanly beings, as they are nothing like what we can possibly imagine on our very own. To say the least, in appearance they look a lot like us, but beauty is not only found on the outside. The faces of these beings are serene with long straight noses, slender lips, large eyes and thin eyebrows. They walk graciously and almost in unison, their movements slow and precise. All royalty wear long sleeved coats, which hide their beautiful long thin fingers covered in golden embroidered encasings. These strange signatures embroidered on their hand gloves represent their family crests, virtues and skill sets. Eidetic royalty, irrespective of tribe, have long white hair and when the moonlight caresses their skin and hair they become enveloped in a blue light. It is believed that the bluer the light, the more competent the individual. The descendants of the early fathers split due to varying opinion of whom to worship and what element to nurture, no one tended to all elements with the same love. A pact binds all tribe Kings and Queens respect one another and ensure the peace. Every hundred cycles this pact is renewed at the pit of doom, which is a reminder of the chaos that could exist and for fear of this all remain loyal.
Although most reach their peak glow at an old age, some are believed to be born wise. Those special individuals have a very particular name “SoverI”, they are so called due to their sovereign monarchical decent from the protective spirit and thus cannot be raised by their birthmothers. Such children are taken away and handed over to the founding fathers of the earth. The monastery of the founding fathers cannot be accessed by anyone or anything that does not bear the mark of the eagled seal. The SoverI are born with this seal and this seal is clearly visible on the back part of their long graceful necks, when the SoverI stand in the moonlight a strong light surrounds their heads and it looks as if they have empirical collars. The eagle is believed to bring spiritual protection, strength, healing, creation and knowledge of magic. The eagle has the ability to see the overall pattern and connections of all people and their spirit guides or teachers. In all scriptures drawings depict the eagle gliding through the mind (air) from the higher nature (heavens) to the lower nature (earth) and soar aloft to the self (the sun). It connects all the elements together and forms the full body of knowledge about the all.
These selected, special children are taught to use their prophetic skills so as to recognize unfavourable events and help guide the flow of thought of the 7 tribes. Their importance and value has caused the overlords of the 7 tribes to search for these 7 special children in amongst their own people on the 1st day of every 10 suncycles, to us known as years, when the 3rd planet of the moon glows blue as brightly as the sun. Rarely has anyone seen these children coming of their 4th cycle age.
In order to maintain a pure SoverI tribe-line, a common rule was established. No man from any tribe may marry or have any children with a woman from any other tribe but his own. This rule had been followed for hundreds of suncycles.
Each tribe tended to a different part of nature, some for the water, others cultivated land, some were herdsmen, there were even men who tended to the air and some were in charge of the eternal fire. The last two of the seven tribes lived deeper into the earth and were very seldom seen. One of those tribes sought out minerals and the last tribe known as the Scribes was in charge of recording the history of them all.
It came to pass with reason that peace would rule them all; this was indeed secured with the abolition of competitive behaviour. By splitting all the different tribe efforts onto separate natural elements each tribe contributed to the sustenance of the other tribes. This dependence caused the tribes to be thankful to one another and it was so for many a decade, until one day unknowingly a young handsome man heard a story from a visitor that would alter the world as they knew it forever.
What you have to understand is that life was and is very complex amongst these people. They were under full control of their governing sovereigns and the monastery which did not take likely to creative thinking. If you were caught doing something that you were not supposed to, you would most likely be thrown into the Pit of the Delirious. People who had been trapped in that pit were normally never seen again. There was many a suncycle before a case where there had been a returnee from the pit, they called her the Vea. Vea was sent back to live in the monastery as she was a SoverI child which had been punished for unruly behaviour.
The tribe lords share the use of the pit and thus there is always a mixture of Eidetics in it at one time. Although so many different Eidetics were sent to the pit, its location was a well kept secret. The only knowledge that some possessed of the things that happened at the pit was what the guardians chose to share in the form of stories. Most people who wanted to convey information did so by telling tales, made up stories were not illegal but gossiping was. The guardians told of how this giant ball in the dark earth glowed different colours on the different moon days and how the colours varied during the passing moonicles of the day. They always described it as a massive laughing beast or jewel that was never to be touched or looked directly at, as it would transform you and when transformed you would be thrown in with the rest of the prisoners.
The very detail that the pit glowed different colours was the most horrific fact of all to the Eidetics. The Eidetcs believed that all those who never accomplished to glow that very bright beautiful blue at their lives passing would not be granted passage to their afterlife. Varying colours resembled uncertainty of one’s true form and acceptance of that form, it was like questioning life’s reason itself.
There was only one form of communication between all Eidetic tribes, telepathy. Images represented words and the Eidetics never had a founding reason for creating more than one official language. Some groups however did form their own home grown languages, these languages were known as Inbaguans. The means of telepathic communication allowed people to understand each other’s feelings better and keep the stillness in the world, thus it was much preferred.
Unfortunately there were some who did not possess the gift of the mind and were considered abnormal, they were called Burians and would be recognized during birth. If the baby cried loudly or the child was ever heard singing, it would be sent away to some unknown place, a place to which there was even no name. They were trained there and at the turning of age, they would be brought back to do cumbersome tasks in the cities.
A change in the world was fast approaching; some believed that it would be brought on by the people of the 7 tribes; some believed that the sovereign children were beginning to weaken and with limited power unable to change the flow of thought. You will have to read the full story to find out the real cause.
Travellers from each tribe were increasing, exchange of glances between men and woman of different tribes were being recorded by the scribes. Although those few misdemeanoured individuals were being secluded by the overlord’s armies, their increasing numbers had begun an uncontrollable trend. All Eidetics knew that the liking of another tribesman or woman could bring about severe earthly problems; they thus never bridged the law and devoted their lives to the work of preserving life itself through the elements. This clinging onto their belief began to spur interest in many who wanted to live and work in the preservation of the specific nature they longed to be a part of. At birth they had no choice as to what element they would be guided to nurture; now the movement was finally forced to give them the freedom to decide, or else the “unnatural” behaviours and desires would begin to develop once again.
The ones who did move were considered tribe immigrants and they live a solitary life devoted to sustaining their chosen natural element. If they ever wanted to marry or be with the opposite sex then they would need to return to their tribes on sabbatical leave and search for a partner who would be willing to live an immigrant life. The immigrants were widely known as Invandrares and bore the golden mark on their foreheads so that they could be recognized from afar. Most Invandrares were found in the Perarja tribe which mined minerals under the earth. All minerals that they extracted glowed a soothing blue colour and were used in the building mixtures of the cities, thus all cities shone a bright blue under the moon and sun. It was always mesmerizing to look upon the glowing cities of the 7 tribes. They were all built using this same blue material, but looked far from alike. Some had pillars as high as the eye could see; others had small bridges leading from one sector to another and one even looked like a huge jelly fish.
Aden the son of his powerful lordship Aris of the Apiritian tribe, whose dedication was set in the preservation of the eternal fire, was fanatical about two elements he believed belonged together. He believed that air and fire were not meant to be looked at apart, however all monarch’s warned him that this thinking was destructive and unethical. A combination of those elements would bring about uncontrollable conditions and the earth would split into 7 pieces, or so legend goes. No element was to be mistaken for another and the appreciation of all elements would be celebrated in isolation, Eidetics did not believe in mixed feelings as this represented uncertainty.
Aden’s teachers assumed that with time the child’s thinking patterns would change, they were confident in the child’s wisdom and ignored the boy’s stubborn actions. Their ignorance led to exclusion of strict Eidetic policies when it came to matters concerning the boy, it is as if he, Aden had strong influence over their actions.
Every prince is assigned a teacher from each tribe and taught to be accepting of the rituals of all tribes and about the importance for the preservation of all elements. In this way the merged wisdom of all tribes would form the prince’s character to not feel hatred towards another tribe and there would be no eruption of war. Each element was and is a fundamental pillar to the existence of all tribe and so all leaders followed the same learning pattern, which had been perfected over the suncycles.
Aden would soon take his place in becoming sovereign leader of his people, the Apiritians, a role he would gradually fall into. His father Aris had many difficulties in the beginning of Aden’s life, seeing as Aden was no ordinary child. Aden had a strong blue glow that only old men possess, a glow even as strong as his father’s. As you remember from the beginning of our story this meant that Aden was a SoverI. On its own this would not be regarded as strange, as there were kids taken previously from their kingly heritage to be trained at the monastery of the founding fathers. Although Aden was the second child born to the Apiritian tribe, on the 1st day of the 10th cycle when the 3rd planet of the moon, who glowed a bright blue as if it were the sun.
It had never come to pass that more than one child would be born with the gift of wisdom within the same tribe in the same encyclical period. As Aden was the only son born to his father, his father wanted dearly to pass over the duties of the kingdom to him. The decision had to be made as to whether Aden would remain with his people and rule or join the SoverI at the monastery of the founding fathers.
A tribunal was established to determine who would be the next SoverI of the Apiritian tribe. It is the greatest honour for your child to be granted the title of SoverI, but having lost his wife Aris did not wish to give up his only son and the kingdom would remain without heir to the throne.
The tribunal consisted of the 7 tribe overlords and the head monk of Entiresia. They all had to come to a unanimous agreement in the selection of the SoverI. Aris was also given permission to express his opinion seeing as he was one of the overlords, although he had influence over the others. It was, after many discussions, decided that Aden would remain with his people to become king and that only one of the two children would return with the head monk to the sacred monastery. We will never to this day know how Aris swayed the decision in his favour, was it at all due to his unending pleadings or more than that?
Aden was a cheerful and energetic boy, who was taught to read and write in a sovereign manner. Some of the monks believed he deserved some SoverI training and thus provided him with lectures to the history of the earth and understanding of the flow of thought. In his coming of age Aden was given more responsible tasks, like renewing his family crest and addressing people’s concerns at the general weekly meetings.
The renewing of his father’s family crest design prompted him to ask questions about his mother, as he wanted to insert a permanent mark of her existence. It was clear that Aden even though having the attention of all those around him, longed his mothers love and affection. He longed to know how she smelled, what it would be like to talk to her, to see her smile and to touch her hand. His father was a hard man, because he felt that he needed to make Aden the strong leader he had to become. He pushed Aden to perform all rituals in the correct fashion and was really being particularly forceful about the crest.
The crest renewal was a ritual performed by all kings and is the first duty for the claiming of the throne. All tribesmen on the day of the appointment of the new king would hang up this new crest above their family emblem to represent their agreement and gratitude of his coming reign and was done also in respect to the stepping down of the old ruler who had fulfilled his obligations to his people.
Aden had sat one lazy afternoon creating the design; he never really enjoyed drawing and preferred the more boyish activities. He had left the bottom half of the sun symbol, of his father’s crest, and replaced the empty space with the addition of three standing pillars. Above the looming pillars, tip facing north, he drew a triangular pinnacle representing the wisdom of his house. Aden was a perfectionist and drew his emblem with confidence, never lifting the brush off of the paper to think about his next move. Aden proceeded to select a blue background instead of his father’s white one, he believed that light was naturally blue and that was why the heavens were blue on a good day. He believed that when the sky was white our thoughts were diluted and the true being of nature was camouflaged by danger, represented by the white cloaking clouds. This was a true depiction of Aden’s clear-sighted thinking and what truly made him gifted as any SoverI.
Aden was always curious about everything around him. He absorbed everything he was shown and learned quicker than any other boy on how to focus his thoughts. He regularly watched people in the market place and penetrated their minds, especially the ones he found to be most peculiar. The older he grew the more he fancied being inconspicuous and wearing regular Eiditic clothing, something his father protested to. Aris told Aden on several occasions that it was his duty to wear the bright red and orange robes of a prince; he needed to earn the Apiritian’s trust and respect. He needed to show the Apiritian people his authority and portray honour representing his family stature. Aden however organized with his serving’s boy Edan, who was as tall as him, a clothes exchange ritual. They would exchange clothes on the days Aden had no classes and was supposed to have been conversing with the town folk. Aden had to learn to use his telecommunication skills and learn to understand his people’s needs and to become an inspiring ruler. Aden merely wanted to forget his duties and escape his father’s protective gaze; he thought he had nevertheless performed his duties as he was listening to the people just not in the way that his father wanted him to. In fact Aden believed that you could hear the people better when they didn’t know he was around, catching those secretive thoughts they would otherwise hide.
On one such excursion to the town centre just below the eternal fire, Aden saw flashes or rather strong visions of a man wearing bright blue clothing and felt this longing to hear what this man had to say. He felt if he could at least see the story that the inquisitive folks people were seeing, then his soul would burn with ease. As he ran with uncontrollable and inexplicable rage through the crowd of people he could hear his heart pump blood into his ears and only faint words of the man’s vision would come before his eyes. Aden had finally reached the exact spot where he felt this man had sat, however he had arrived a moment too late and missed this peculiar storyteller. Deep inside Aden knew that he had to hear what this scrawny, tall, funny looking man had to say. Just before he could think about how he would find this man, he turned and saw his father’s big hazel blazing eyes staring down at him.
With a weak swallow and almost sounding like he was gulping for air Aden said, “Father, I …!” We need to mention that sovereigns were the only people allowed to speak in public places; all others could only speak within the confines of their homes, which they rarely did as they were all so interconnected and used to the old ways of telecommunication.
Aris was not at all impressed with his son’s behaviour and this led him to worry daily of his son’s future. Aris believed that Aden due to his privileged background had leniency towards him. All of Aden’s unethical acts could lead to a severe punishment from the monastery and even exclusion from not only his throne, but also from his tribe. Aris whispered in his son’s ear without losing his composure, “Aden my son, how many times do I have to remind you that wearing such clothing is unacceptable and it dishonours our family name? Do you truly believe that the people of Apirite do not recognize you? Do I have to remind you that your birthmother gave up her life bearing you into this world; do you want to dishonour her sacrifice? I know I can be a hard man, but I am just that for the good of our kingdom! We have a set purpose in our lives, a purpose we must not forget. Now go back to the castle and we will talk further of this matter after I am done here.”
Aden always found his father’s methods of influence unjust, his father would always remind him of his mother’s death and although Aden did not know how it felt to be tenderly cared for, he longed for his mother. He was a boy full of suppressed love and was envious of all the children that had what he lost unfairly. He scurried off to his room unnoticed; his swift leg movements were not even heard by the passers by. He could hide from the whole world, even with his bright glow, but never from his father. His father always sensed his presence and could feel Aden’s emotions; perhaps those were the very reasons why his father was not as harsh as he could have been towards him. Aden always used a damping cloak to cover his bright glowing collar, as if almost ashamed of it and his heritage, as if someone forced him to be something he was not.
It was merely known but not explicitly stated that the mothers of these blessed children died while giving birth, another reason why these kids had to be given up to the monks. Aden was probably suffering from guilt, which he could not control without the aid of the monks. These children required to be taught the reasons for their existence, something that Aden had to learn on his very own. Aden was however glad that his father did not send him off to Entiresia, because he would have felt the confinement unbearable.
Aden sometimes dreamed of his mother, she would guide him through places in his dreams. No matter what he did he would not be able to remember his dreams in the morning. As he got older his dreams became more realistic and even at times repetitive. He felt as if he was living a second life and awoke feeling tired, grumpy and unwilling to face the challenges of the day. He liked to get lost in this imaginary world; he preferred it to his honourable life as a prince. Naturally, he never shared these thoughts with anyone and avoided thinking about them in the presence of people, in order to ensure his secrecy. He feared being locked away in the pit like many of the people his father sent there. There were now more people being sent there than ever before and as everything their names were recorded in history and their families forever dishonoured.
A scribe would visit the city castle from time to time bringing news of the recordings that had been made for the kingdom. The scribe Antonious was an older man around 200 suncycles old, his eyes were glazed white from all the things he witnessed. The veins on Antonious marble grey-white face, formed patterns that reflected the scribe’s old age. Scribes were not allowed to have opinions about the past, they were only permitted to speak out the visions they witnesses. The scribe’s eyes were always watching and thus communicated like speakers, without every processing the information and always leaving there minds unaltered. Aden thought that Antonious was just gramophone, a mere empty box and therefore found him quite dull, he believed that half the things he communicated was absolute rubbish that was used to scare his father. Antonious reported to Aris weekly of the prominent changes that had taken place in the different tribes. Antonious never spoke about anything but the past, he didn’t know the future and never thought about the present, if the event had never occurred he would not understand or want to think about it. In fact it’s easy to say he never thought and worst of all was that there were others like him in every tribe.
Aden found the scribes irritating, he didn’t understand their role in life, was there no better way to convey the news? Were people like this born to waste away for the benefit of the people? Aden always looked forward to the future and what he would get up to the next day, he thought Eidetic’s without goals were just people without futures. Sometimes Aden would see Antonious whispering in his father’s ear and when he would approach the pair, the scribe would leave. There were lots of things Aden still had to learn, but he wasn’t about to waste his thoughts on the rat looking scribes or their mission.
That evening Aden had to observe the stars and his teachers instructed him to record why the stars had been shared by all the tribes and how they influenced the events of a new day. Aden found this task extremely tedious, he would have much preferred to talk about the fire within the stars and how they were thrown out of the sky. These exciting fantasies would definitely get him into more trouble, seeing as a falling star was and is believed to be a bad omen. His tribe believed the falling of a star was related to the anger of the sun and they would have to perform many sacrificial rituals to ask for forgiveness for not preserving their element well enough.
Seeing as Aden was scolded on numerous occasions for free thinking, he therefore did not believe in punishment. Every mighty ruler had to make some tough decisions during the passing of the moons. Punishment meant order and if Aden could not bequeath it, then he would not be fit to be king.
Aden finished his assignment briskly, not paying full attention to the mistakes he had made; however, he believed it would suffice its purpose. He called in his servant boy Edan and asked him if he would kindly prepare him for bed. As Edan lifted his lowered head, Aden noticed a slashed scar on his pale cheek. Edan was a weaker looking boy, unlike Aden who was well built by nature and exalted power. Aden had a hard jaw line and had his father’s blazing eyes, while Edan had a rounded jaw and oval face. Edan never walked upright, although he was tall, and never realized his potential because of his weak character. Aden grew up having Edan around and they played together as kids. The prince had developed protective feelings over the boy and always looked out for him; it made him angry to see the scar on the boy’s cheek. With alarm and unable to contain his rage he looked at Edan and spoke in an authoritarian voice, “Edan, who dared harm you? Do they not know that violence is punishable by all our laws? Tell me now who it is so I may deal with them and get justice! Did you fight back, getting at him; did you at least win the fight? Did you start it? Tell me now! Tell me who did this to you! Was it Euphicles, that kid that is always pushing you around? He thinks his father is a Duke and that gives him the right to beat others so that he can feel good about himself. So just because someone has royal privileges we don’t have to punish them? Do they think I will stand by this without saying a word? Do they take me to be so stupid?”
Aden sat down on the bed frustrated to have gotten nowhere with Edan, he was going to go and confront that boy in the morning none the less. He had made up his mind about what had happened, again letting his imagination take hold of the better of him.
He wasn’t scared of being punished for what he thought was right, he wouldn’t be another sheep, only that till tomorrow there were 8 long moonicles to go and maybe time would change his course. One way or another truth would have to come out.
Unpublished work © 2009 Lilia Christofi