ENTELECHY – 1 – Matutinal Dialogues (Outline)

Topher Moore went through his life believe he was only typical.  Then taking an internship on an inter-discipline expedition to the Megalith at Ulurru Rock.  There his presence sends the Megalith into radioactive spasms, which send Topher and the rest of the interns to the distant Aeolya Belt.

At the Aeolya Belt Topher learns he is the embodiment of the populace’s primary religious deity.  Topher discovers that the other interns were Aeolya and had been sent to retrieve him.  Upon discovering a political conspiracy by the P’iytha Citadel to consolidate power during next leadership vote in The Senate of Citadels, by setting off a false terrorist attack. Topher is murdered and left for dead in Plᴂtuo.  He is found by the young political disrupter Nico, who nurses him back to health.  She teaches him Aeolya language, history, and culture.  Under her guidance Topher awakens his innate ability, and regains his memories.  Topher takes Nico to all the other interns only to discover they’ve been seduced by Aeolya decadence.  Their last check-in is with intern Wyte, who at the same time has just left the revelation of the underside of Aeolya society.

Breaking into the Senate vote, they battle waves of Atchium and other Aeolya.  When they arrive, the vote is already underway.  Topher gives his life to stop the bombing, and he survives the explosion unscathed.  P’ithya tries to turn the situation to her advantage but is stopped by Topher who denounces her actions and beliefs.  Topher then denounces Aeolya Belt, announcing his intent to leave for Earth.  The remaining interns go as well, disillusioned by the compromises needed in governing.

Nico Finds a Body

As the first sun rose to mid-morning it winked over the skyline, Nico, with hands in her pockets, kicked a rock as she walked the shadowed streets of Plᴂtuo.  She passed a particularly dirty alley when a long deep barely audible moan came from a pile of trash.  Nico walked into the alley to investigate the origin of the unique noise.  In the silence she lost the path, but then from under the farthest heap came a burst of yellow and blue light.  Nico quickened her pace, knowing her destination, and then dropped to her knees next to the pile of trash.  She pushed the trash aside when there was another moan.  A man’s body become revealed under Nico’s efforts, and she began moving the trash quicker.  Had it been later in the day, surely, the sound would’ve been inaudible, she thought.  When the man’s body was completely freed from the trash Nico cradled him in her arms; he looked very familiar to her eyes.  Quickly, she looked around the debris for materials to create a makeshift cot.  There weren’t pieces large enough make a study vessel, so placing the body down Nico rummaged through her bag.  She pulled out three candles, placed them in a tight pyramid, and used a thumb flick to light them.  Nico said a quick prayer calling the refuse to gather under the man, lift him, and followed her back home.

Topher Moore’s Death

Topher Moore squatted and peered through the translucent domed roof.  Inside was a large circular bathe that was filled by a stream from the wall.   There was a lone bather in the bath, which was flanked by six guardsmen, dressed in scaly armor.  The room was lit by floating orbs that lined the room.  The bather swam from the center and walked out of the bath.  His skin was mercury and decorated with swimming black rune-tattoos.  Two of the present six guards wrapped the man in a long cloth, and then a belt, which wrapped itself around the bather’s chest, and then down his right arm.  The bather motioned for two more of the guards to follow as they walked out of the room.

The remaining guardsmen dimmed the orbs as they made their way around the perimeter of the room.  Topher could see their lips moving, so closed his eyes and focused on silencing the ambient noise from the streets.  There was sudden hot pain in Topher’s left shoulder, quickly followed by two more sharp pains in his kidneys.  Looking down at the source of the pain Topher saw sharp blades protruding from his body.  Slowly he turned his head around to see that the blades weren’t from swords but purple cloth ribbons, which were extended from the three guardsmen that had escorted the bather out.

Entelechy Prophect Dream

Nico slowly walked barefoot through a reflective cave, where different living images of herself stared back at herself.  As she moved through the labyrinthine cavern a pinpoint of light appeared, and acted as guide, growing the closer she came to her exit.  As the light overcame her, Nico stepped out onto the balcony of a morpheous-house, constantly remolding itself like a sandcastle, looking out across panoramic views of a deep-sea valley of green and red mercury.  Nico made her way to the ocean’s large beach, which she found covered in a chilly fog.  An unfamiliar young man stood before her; his hair was messy, with alien brown eyes, but was dressed in Sect garb.  The young man was gored.  The ocean’s waves behind him gave off gentle silver illuminating shadows.  The moon’s sky journey sped, searching for its apex before driving into the fathoms, repeatedly, unlit it became a comet.  He let go of Nico, looking over his shoulder he evaporated in a gray mist.

The ocean’s waves gave off gentle silver illuminating shadows.  The moon’s sky journey sped, searching for its apex before driving into the fathoms, repeatedly, unlit it became a comet.  He let go of Nico, looking over his shoulder he evaporated in a gray mist.  As he disappeared from view, his disturbing far away green-glass eyes that did not belong in his face were the last to leave her.  Nico bit her lower lip, unable to describe life only as apathy.  As the calm polluted the area, a slowing tik-tok filled the air until it stopped.  Her hair fell around her face as she covered it with her trembling hands.  She hasn’t once had a night since then without him appearing in her dreams, either as the primary topic or as a haunting peripheral.  She cried, running from the ocean into an orchard that lined a grass path, and when she came to the river she pulled her night gown to her knees and crossed.  The trees on the other side were wet the past rains, and matted Nico’s hair as well as soaking her skin; the wet hid the tears that now streamed down her face.  Nico ran to the far side of a disintegrating Aeoli, continuing up a hill to the crumbling Temple with crooked stairs, supervised by the Seer Who Never Speaks.

Behind the Temple was a cemetery of disintegrating tombstones engraved with forgotten names.  Nico turned left through sculpted gates into a formally landscaped terrace surrounded by foreign weeping trees, that increased the sense of distance between her and Aeoli. To the south was a parterre garden of pink, white, and blue flowers, encased a wrought fence, enhancing the feeling of complete seclusion.  There a waterfall which filled a pond near the largest apple tree.  This time rather than flowing into a pond, it emptied into a great and silent mercury ocean.  A great and gorgeous woman rose from the mercury sea a distance from shore.  The woman was covered in exquisite jewels, but otherwise was completely nude.

“I am the daughter of Fortitude,” said the woman approaching, “ravished continuously since youth.  I am the sister of Understanding and Science; and the Single Light Star oppress me.  They cover and desire me the infinite appetite; for none that are earthly have embraced me, for I exist robed in the mist of the Circle of the Stars.  My actions come like a zephyr, and are sweeter than lamprocanos dew.  My garments are from the beginning, and my dwelling is in myself.  The Fifth House know not where I walk, neither does the Ninth Fields understand me.  I am deflowered, yet a virgin; I am sanctity and am not sanctified.  Fortunate is embraced by me: for in silhouettes I am thorny sweetness, and in the day full of gratification.  My company is a symphony of many symbols and my lips sweeter than health itself.  I am a harlot for such as ravish me, and a virgin with such as know me not.  For lo, I am a loved of many, and am lover to many; and as many as come unto me as they should do, have entertainment.

“Purge your paths, Soot of the Light, and wash your feet clean; bathe in the holy, and garb in righteousness.”  The nude woman’s voice echoed, “Cast out your withered flower seeds, and burn their chaff; abstain from company of the besmirched, and then will I dwell amongst you; I will bring forth generations, and they shall be of comfort.  I will open my legs, and stand enflamed before you, that your love is towards me.”  The closer the woman became the clearer the words she chanted became: “Oh my darling, my darling…”

When the purple woman’s feet touched the sand beneath the water, the binary suns sped up their axial spinning, and the Aeolya Belt vacillated in its rotations.  Uncontrollably Nico embraced the strange woman as mother, and the sun came closer, so that Nico could see its orange halo and destructive flares.  The clouds blew across the sky as if blewn by a hundred kilometer per hour winds.  Behind Nico she could hear buzzing like a mosquito.  The sun continued to rise searing the sky, stretching shadows until they turned grey.  When the suns reached their apex, the moon rose followed by blue noiselessness.  Mother’s hands pushed Nico from the noise, transforming into white silence, which in turn encapsulated invading sounds of Aeoli.

From behind Nico thunder clouds formed and advanced.  The clouds swirled and formed horrid images, absorbing the stars in its path.  When the clouds covered Nico they opened up releasing rain that dissolved the home around her, leaving only great ocean.  Nico held her breath as she collapsed to the ground.  She cursed tasting fear.  Then the ground opened and took Nico in.  The tree leaves encased her body, sealed in place by marching ants.  As the ant bejeweled cocoon fell over Nico’s face she saw the sky go black, and she was then blind.  Mercury leached from the walls filling the cavernous ground.  Nico smelled burning flesh, bones, and abstraction.

Nico woke late that morning, a pillow cradled between her arms, and sweat coated her warm body.