2 Kingdoms:
Anan’s Ascent
Harry H. Hawkins, III
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2 Kingdoms: Anan's Ascent. Copyright 2010 by Harry H. Hawkins, III
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Glossary (in order of appearance)
Ancient of Days-a great spiritual being that is responsible for the existence of the Anakim and Gammadim
Anakim- spirits that are loyal to the Ancient of Days often acting in a protective role for Gammadim
Gammadim- mankind, creatures of both flesh and spirit
Jalal- the leader of the Ranis military, the Rais. Confidant of Regent Alaric of Ranis
Vaden- a Fallen Anakim of the Lights Class, responsible for usurping power from Nadir and Braga’s right hand
Nadir- the former Prince of Munir. Belongs to the Principalities Class and is known for his ferocity in battle and his mastery of tactics in battle
Braga- the new unofficial Prince of Munir. A large Fallen Anakim of the Principalities Class who has found a secret way to increase his own power
Faizel- an Anakim of the Judges Class. Traverses the universe enforcing the laws and will of the Ancient
Alaric- Regent of Ranis, father of Callah. Uses his power with restraint hoping for peace
Anan- Seer of the Ancient of Days. Married to Callah and Commander on the Malak Basidion
Callah- Ambassador of Ranis, married to Anan and daughter of Alaric and Rana
Septar- a Fallen Anakim of Life Class, one of the original invasion force Vaden brought with him to take Munir from Nadir, responsible for the land of Ranis
Ceferino- a Fallen Anakim of the Forces Class, responsible for Zoar and Dismas
Zia- an Anakim of the Lights Class responsible for protecting Callah, one of Nadir’s captains
Savas- an Anakim of the Forces Class responsible for protecting Anan, one of Nadir’s captains
Benceros- friend of Anan, one of the Commanders on the Malak Basidion
Uri- friend and former roommate of Anan, Tech Commander on the Malak Basidion
Endosian- a Fallen Anakim of the Familiars Class, formerly assigned to the family of Anan
Dismas- Regent of Zoar, reluctant to introduce war to his people since they are still recovering from a vicious Civil war years earlier
Asha- a Fallen Anakim of the Life Class, responsible for the land of Dror
Faris- an Anakim of the Life Class, former protector of Anan, reduced to a spark at the start of the war, brought back to fight again
Rana- mother of Callah married to Alaric
Cassian- Regent of Indar, somewhat loyal to Gavannon
Gavannon- Regent of Nira, trying to win a war he started for conquest and control of Munir
Mattin- Regent of Ketza, loyal to Gavannon
Celes- adoptive mother of Anan and Lithus
Argos- adoptive father of Anan and Lithus
Lithus- brother of Anan by adoption
Rasul- prophet of the Ancient of Days, mentor of Anan
Belial- former Commander of the Siva Basidion, betrayed the Ranis Military and escaped to Nira
Gethin- Regent of Dror, long-time friend of Alaric
Jaya- Regent of Elan. Loyal to the cause of Alaric and Gethin
Dracus- oldest son of Gavannon, next in line for Regent of Nira
***Chapter 1***
The solution was ready; its faint red hue hinting at its deadly purpose poised above the prisoner. The liquid was affectionately called the Kiss of Death; for much like a good kiss, it was slow, deliberate, and its effect was felt long after the initial contact. Jalal looked at the solution hanging precariously above the Commander’s head. He wanted to avoid using capital punishment on a fellow warrior, but the Commander left him no choice. The punishment for his crimes was death in the most painful way possible; a slow burn that ate away at each and every fiber of a person’s body. It was the worst punishment that the people of Ranis could conjure; the Commander’s crimes were the worst they could imagine.
“If you make amends, the punishment will be reduced and your death will be quick and painless.” Jalal said addressing the former Commander.
The Commander glared at him with a blank expression refusing to speak.
“You have no remorse for your actions?”
No response.
For a long time Jalal stared at the Commander, wondering how someone who had been such a brave and accomplished warrior not to mention a trustworthy Commander could have strayed so far. The war with Nira was costing them more than soldiers and weapons; it was eating away at the very soul of the people.
“Rais Jalal?” the executioner spoke up rousing Jalal from his semi-trance like state.
“Proceed.” Jalal ordered.
Jalal turned and walked away heading back to the viewing area. He noticed some of the family members of the victims were present. Some were red-eyed and weary while others seemed to be lost in their own mourning. They looked through a small window that gave the audience an up close view of the horror that was about to take place. The room was sterile in design with white walls and light gray floors, accented with metal trim around the frames of the doors and windows. Jalal found a seat in the back and hoped that this was not going to be a regular occurrence. He had tried not to meet the eyes of the mourners that were gathered to witness what was supposed to be justice, but a few of the looks he caught tore through his defenses. He had grown accustomed to seeing the wounded and broken bodies of the soldiers that fought under him, but the sight of the broken and wounded lives of the relatives of the Commander’s victims was an unwelcomed truth.
Being the Rais of the Ranis Military, the highest rank one could ascend to, made Jalal feel responsible for the actions of those that served under him. He wanted to make the situation right, but he possessed no skill or art that could undo what had been done. He dropped his head into his hands as the liquid began to drip out of the container. He was not aware of two large creatures right behind him watching the execution.
“Did you see that Nadir? He wouldn’t even say he was sorry for what he had done. He refused to give anyone the satisfaction.” Vaden said eying the crowd that was watching.
The Commander started to scream as the liquid burned him to the bone at each spot the solution was dripped onto his body.
“You know, I didn’t even have to coerce him to do it.” Vaden added, this time looking at Nadir.
Nadir turned his head to glare at Vaden. The white clothes that draped Vaden’s chosen form were layered adding to his bulk. Just a little shorter than Nadir, Vaden had always been a formidable enemy; although lacking the great strength of one such as Nadir in the Principalities Class, he more than made up for it with his cunning.
A few of the witnesses got up and walked away; having bargained for more than they could actually stomach. Some looked at the floor frozen in awe and disgust. Screams and writhing limbs flailing about in pain filled the small room with the sounds of death.
“This is the cost of your war Nadir. This is what you brought to this people.” Vaden said, half smiling behind the long black hair that came just below his shoulders.
“I am not one of the Gammadim that are so easily tricked by your foul words Fallen One!” Nadir responded. Vaden had struck a sore spot.
“They are all like that Nadir. They will do wrong and blame someone else, refuse to take responsibility for their own actions even when the consequences are staring them in the face. I have always wondered what it is that you see in these hybrids, these bastard combinations of flesh and spirit that you admire so much.” Vaden mused looking at Nadir.
Nadir’s jaw tightened as he had to resist forming his sword and attacking Vaden; he like the others of his kind were bound by Rules that governed their behavior and interaction with each other. To break them would be to invite the wrath of the Judges. His linen like shirt and matching pants hid a massive frame that was sandy in color topped with dark brown hair. His muscles tensed as if they were real flesh, wanting to help the Gammadim from the influence of the Fallen.
“If he knew the truth, he would beg for forgiveness.” Nadir responded.
“Oh really? Ever since I turned control of the planet over to Braga, I have had the opportunity to watch the ‘dims on this planet very closely. I turned my attention to this particular ‘dim because he was one of the most brilliant and respected Commanders in the Ranis Military. His crimes started in Nira during one of the missions. You should have seen him in action!” Vaden started.
The rest of the witnesses excused themselves leaving Jalal alone in the observation room. The screams had subsided since the throat of the prisoner was burned raw.
“Do you know what he did? Do you know what suffering he brought to others before he was caught?” Vaden asked.
Nadir turned his attention to Jalal, trying to ignore the prodding of Vaden.
“He tortured, raped, and mutilated dozens of people on Nira. He took his time too. He carried out his acts over many days, keeping his victims alive until he was finished toying with them. When his mission was over, he came back and started doing the same thing here to his own countrymen. What made it worse was the fact that he involved some of those under his command in his acts here on Ranis. His victims were not readily identifiable when they were done. Women, children, men; it made no difference to them in the end. They just devoured anyone that got in their way.” Vaden said unable to hide his pleasure in recounting the story.
“The one aspect that intrigues me about the Gammadim is their ability to be purified. If they choose, they can be cleansed of all of their negative and impure tendencies. That is something that you and I will never know. Once our essence is corrupted, there is no way for our kind to get rid of that taint or return to our original state. Isn’t that why you hate them so much? The one thing you desire most is what they take for granted.” Nadir said still looking at Jalal.
“I hate them because you and your master think that their kind can be sanctified. I have seen them try time and time again, on as many planets as you or I can count, and still this is what becomes of all of them if you give them enough time.” Vaden said gesturing towards the charred corpse.
Nadir ignored Vaden and instead focused on the ‘dim in front of him. Jalal had been the Rais for close to five years after his predecessor died of a heart attack. The weight of that loss combined with the stresses of waging a war that had dragged on for ten years was beginning to take its toll.
“You are not responsible for his actions.” Nadir whispered to Jalal.
The thought that Nadir whispered in his ear gave him some comfort even as he stood and tried to gather himself. He had to report to the Regent about the latest efforts in the war and a list of other duties that made his head throb to think about it. He walked over to the window and stared at the ruined body that lay twisted and burned before him. This was not the first time he had witnessed one of his soldiers succumb to the temptations and horrors of war. Unfortunately, he was sure that this would not be the last time either.
‘A horrible way to start the morning’ Jalal thought.
“Stay encouraged. It will get worse before it gets better.” Nadir said sensing the despair in his demeanor.
Jalal tried not to think about the time he had spent with the Commander during his training and subsequent rise through the ranks. He could not rid himself of the images that popped up in his mind, and the worse part about it was the lack of remorse that he displayed at the end. All he had to do was to acknowledge his wrongs and the punishment would have been more humane. He was too stubborn to even submit to the demands and save himself an excruciating death.
Ten years ago when the Nirans attacked, Jalal was just a Durai, one step lower than Rais. He had been so eager to strike out at the Nirans that he had not considered the long term effects that would plague him and his warriors. The Regent had known and tried everything in his power to stop the war from taking place even risking his own life in the effort. All of Jalal’s thoughts coalesced into one single focus; the war must end and it had to end soon. Jalal took one last look at his former friend and comrade and made his way outside so that he could find his escort and make his way to the Regent’s office. Alaric was not known for his patience as of late.
Nadir followed Jalal outside heading back to the side of his charge Regent Alaric of Ranis. Vaden was close behind, still taunting the larger Anakim.
“It is pointless Nadir. You lose here because you fight against the very nature of the ‘dims. We will continue to push them in the right direction until they prove it to you and all of your brethren.” Vaden said, keeping a safe distance away.
“If you truly believe that, then why do you fight so hard to keep the followers of the Ancient of Days from practicing the Way?” Nadir challenged.
Vaden said nothing in response.
“It’s time for you to take your leave now Vaden. Your charge is no longer in your grasp.” Nadir said as he flew off to accompany Jalal who had entered the transport that was assigned to him.
Vaden flew off feeling especially victorious after the day’s festivities. He always enjoyed his job, especially when he got to see the fruits of his labor after years of hard work. He remembered the long arduous process of usurping power from Nadir and the many times he wondered if he would be able to accomplish his task. Four decades ago Nadir was the Prince of Munir, ruling the entire planet with his subordinates helping to keep Vaden and the other Fallen Anakim from taking any real power. Vaden was chosen to invade and destroy Nadir’s stronghold on the planet; it had taken close to thirty years for him to complete his task. For the past decade or so Vaden had been free to pursue whatever form of pleasure that suited him while he awaited his next mission. Braga was a benevolent master to those who served him and required very little of Vaden after he turned the planet over to him ten years ago.
As Vaden rose above the Malak Basidion he surveyed the last vestige of Nadir’s power. The Basidion was divided into two parts; the first was reminiscent of a small city in its design and scope more than a military installation. There were small shops and large buildings that housed every sort of store that one could think of. The buildings were mostly white brick no more than two stories tall, in order to avoid impeding the view from the second part of the Basidion. The second half of the Basidion was less frivolous in design, more angular with slightly taller buildings that lead up to the Regent’s offices. Behind that was the collection of Hangars that housed Malak’s massive fleet of war craft. Vaden picked up speed as he gained altitude and Malak disappeared in the distance. He headed south crossing the Dystan Mountains and soon passed over the Siva Basidion where he had maintained his own seat of power for years. The Basidion looked worse for wear after years of being the southernmost front guarding from Niran attacks. Within moments Vaden was crossing the ocean headed for the capital of Nira where he would find Braga.
The continent of Nira looked like a vast forest. Much of the land was indeed covered with trees; the Nirans prided themselves on their ability to live in harmony with their surroundings. Every building was developed with the landscape instead of changing the land to suit the building. Many buildings incorporated trees into their very structure while vines were molded into the very walls of others. Vaden shot through the perpetual forest and landed on the roof of the Fortress that housed the Niran Regent Gavannon. He slid through the ceiling as if it were made of air and came to rest in Gavannon’s chamber.
“What news do you bring from your travels?” Braga asked, hunched in the corner.
Braga was a large Anakim that had rough leather like skin that appeared pale gray like it had been drained of its natural color. He was taller than the room where he resided at the moment and as such was forced to sit or squat in order to fit. Although Vaden was around seven feet tall, he was dwarfed by the large Prince.
“Nadir is constantly losing ground; he has his troops spread thin across the planet trying to nullify the progress we have made over the last forty years. Even some of his most promising ‘dims have fallen. I witnessed the execution of one such individual earlier this morning.” Vaden replied.
“Let us continue this conversation outside where I can stretch my legs. I feel cramped in here in my chosen form.” Braga said.
“As you wish.” Vaden replied as they began to fly upwards and onto the roof.
“I have always wondered why you and some of the others used such large forms to represent yourselves.” Vaden questioned as they landed.
“I thought that would be obvious by now. This is the smallest frame that I can squeeze my essence into; if I were to try anything smaller, I would have to give up a portion of my being, and thus my power.”
“Ah, I see.” Vaden tried not to think about what that would mean if he ever had to fight an Anakim that rivaled Braga.
He remembered fighting with Nadir, who was only slightly larger than him, and it had taken almost a Munir month to recover; even in the atmosphere that was normally conducive to such healing. He could only imagine what that would mean if Braga was forced into combat.
“What of the enemy’s soldiers? Do they stand a chance of mounting a viable defense against our advances?” Braga asked.
“There are so few that they are barely worth the trouble.”
“Never underestimate the power of a follower of the Ancient. They are a resilient bunch and like most Gammadim, they are fickle. Usually that works in our favor, but it can be used against us. Who are the main problems right now?”
“Rasul of course is always a nuisance.”
“Of course, but we can hardly get rid of the Ancient’s embrocated ‘dim.”
“Unfortunately. There is also a ‘dim known as Anan that along with Rasul awakened a few others in Ranis.”
“Anan….Anan…why does that name sound familiar?” Braga asked sarcastically.
“He is a Seer.”
“Yes that’s right. He is the one you presumed to be dead, but wasn’t.”
“In my defense, I did see his aircraft shot down during the Battle of Siva.”
“Let that be a lesson to you Vaden. Never presume anything without first confirming the truth; we may have missed a golden opportunity to rid ourselves of that bothersome Gammadim and his ability years ago. Hopefully he will give us a second chance to correct our past mistakes."
Braga paused to let the correction sink in, and then continued speaking.
“So what are the others doing to bring down this Seer?”
“We are using the information that we gathered from our ‘Test’ to weaken his defenses. With the war he has not had much time to concentrate on much else.”
“As far as we know.”
“Yes, as far as we know.”
“Find a Familiar of that clan and use the information they have and combine it with what you have already gleaned and find a way to kill or neutralize that threat.”
“What about Rasul?”
“If possible throw him under a rock, or down a hole. Just remove him from the equation. He is far more trouble than he is worth.”
“I will make sure the proper Anakim are notified.”
“Good, see to it that…”
“Vaden, Vaden!” a messenger came bursting onto the roof clearly too much in a rush to follow protocol.
“What is it messenger?” Braga asked angered that he had been interrupted.
“Prince, there is a Judge here looking for Vaden.”
With a wave of a formed hand Braga dismissed Vaden who wasted no time dashing off to try and find a safe place to hide. An Anakim of the Judges Class was not a welcomed visitor in any Principality, least of all in Nira. In a flash Vaden shot off; not even the tiniest speck of light could be seen of Vaden as Braga watched him leave. They had no intention of playing by the Rules now, especially since they were so far into their plan. Judgment would have to wait.
Braga broke his gaze on the area that Vaden had been standing in and turned to the messenger to dismiss him as well. Standing in his place was a large Anakim holding an impressive War Hammer that was covered in detailed etchings and engravings all along the handle that came up to the head. The Hammer was golden in hue more than in color and it was glowing with fresh energy as if the Anakim had just recently produced it. All around the Anakim was the remains of the essence of the messenger that had just finished warning Braga of his presence wafting about like a cloud.
“Where is Vaden, Braga?” the Judge asked dryly.
He wore a hooded cloak that masked most of his features, but the piercing eyes glowed fiercely with a power that was not used to being tested.
“He has taken his leave.”
“If I find out that you have helped him to escape or even worse failed to deliver him as is our custom, you will share his fate.”
“Bold words, but unnecessary. “
The Judge turned and tested the air sensing the presence of Vaden and flew off in the direction Vaden’s retreat. He absorbed his hammer back into his body, making it a part of his own energy once again.
“All of that over a ‘dim! Never fails to amaze me.” Braga said as he slipped back into the Fortress.
***Chapter 2***
On the Malak Basidion Nadir was listening to Jalal debrief Alaric, Regent of Ranis.
“We cannot continue down this road Jalal! This war is eating away at the very soul of the people.” Alaric said.
The pair sat in silence for just a moment, neither of them saying anything; both agreed that they should end the war but exactly how they were going to accomplish that was an enigma. Jalal looked at Alaric somewhat slouched in his chair and wondered how much more his body would be able to handle.
“Where are we on locating the Niran factories and weapons depots?” Alaric asked.
“We have sent multiple units into that forest and none have returned. I am not sure that they are even alive. No ransom request or demands have been made in exchange for their lives….” Jalal trailed off.
“How are we going to end this?” Alaric asked.
He was sitting straight up now, gathering all of the fortitude that he could muster as if presence alone could answer the question that had plagued them for years now.
“Our campaign to clear the southern shore of the Niran force has worked beautifully so far. We must capitalize on our momentum and push into Nira itself. The biggest problem is the terrain. The trees provide so much cover our reconnaissance efforts are hampered from the air and when we send a ground unit in we have little success there as well.”
“If only we could get rid of that forest.”
“We would almost have to destroy the entire land to do that.”
“Maybe a forest fire will break out and do the job for us….”
Even as the words left his mouth Alaric and Jalal knew the horrible truth about what their position meant. Burning the forest of Nira was probably the only option left to them now that they were close to losing the war.
“We would have to use special incendiaries to make sure the fire stayed lit long enough to do its job.” Alaric added.
“That’s not the problem. We have cartridges from our last offensive that we used to start a small fire to provide a smoke screen for the majority of our troops to get into position. It wouldn’t take much for the Techs to rig up larger amounts of the same. My concern is in the delivery. How are we going to get in deep enough and cover the amount of land that we need in order for the attack to be effective?”
“I think Regent Gethin may have a way for us to do just that. His people have been working on some very ingenious ideas on how to infiltrate enemy space.”
“Speaking of Gethin, will he be able to lend us any troops? We will no doubt need them after we can see where we need to strike.”
“Unfortunately he will not be able to help; he has his hands full with Mattin of Ketza. We need to enlist the help of Zoar to push this war to a close. With their expertise in fighting and specialized troops we could end this conflict!”
Another period of silence. Both men had come to the same conclusion time and time again; Alaric had tried so many times now that he had lost count of the attempts he made to convince his neighbors to the North to join the war. They were known for their fierce fighting skill and their stubbornness as a people. It was the latter that needed to be overcome right now.
“Without aid, one battle could decide the outcome of this war.” Jalal said softly,
“What is the status of Alpha flight? Is it operational yet?” Alaric questioned hoping to find a suitable alternative to the much needed assistance.
“It is functional, ready for testing”
“I sense some hesitation…”
“Everything except the engines and weapons have been tested and are ready for first flight. Once we test the engines and especially the weapons, we will no longer be able to keep the project a secret. The energy output will be able to be picked up almost anywhere on the planet. If Alpha Flight fails its initial test, we will be vulnerable to attack. Gavannon and his allies will be forced to attack us in full force. In our current condition we will not be able to repel that level of attack.” Jalal said.
Alaric stood up and walked over to the window overlooking the gardens of his residence. Jalal kept his seat acknowledging Alaric’s need for a moment to think. The two of them had worked together so long that many things went unsaid but were understood by both. Jalal knew that Alaric wanted to discuss the execution and approach the subject of the nature of the crimes committed, but had not been ready when Jalal came in. Although the debriefing was important, it was really just a way for Alaric to gather his thoughts and brace himself for news that he may not want to hear.
“Did he apologize and take the lesser sentence?” Alaric asked still looking out of the window.
“No. He refused to and suffered for it.”
“How did the witnesses fare?”
“Most of them left once the screaming started. By the end I was the only one left.”
“I see.”
“What’s bothering you Alaric?” Jalal questioned.
“Sometimes I wonder if we waited too late to attack Nira. Right now losing this battle is a very real possibility, isn’t it?”
There was no need for Jalal to answer; they both knew the despondency of the situation.
“I see the people changing right before my eyes; good people are buckling under the stress of the conflict. Letting it tear down their inhibitions and sanity. I tried to avoid this war for as long as possible because I wanted to protect the people from the dangers that open conflict brings with it. I had no idea that the greatest danger in the war would come from my own people destroying themselves and each other.” Alaric continued.
“I know how to fight a military foe, but I am no use to you in matters of the heart.” Jalal responded.
“I know you wish that were true but I see your pain as well my friend. I know that the Commander’s crimes and subsequent death weigh heavily on your mind as much as it does mine. It was not just for my benefit that I changed the subject when you first came in. We both needed a moment to gather ourselves before we tackled the issue.”
“It is partially my fault.” Jalal said.
“Why do you say that?”
“I sent him on the missions, knew he was showing signs of battle trauma and placed him in command anyway. He was good at what he did, and always kept his priorities straight.”
“Even so, we are all responsible for our own actions. His crimes were committed after he had completed his mission.”
“That doesn’t make it hurt any less; to see what he did under my authority.”
“I know….I feel the same way.” Alaric said as he turned to face Jalal.
“So how are we going to end this so the people will have a future that’s worth living for?” Jalal said changing the subject to a more comfortable topic.
“Assign a Commander to the task of striking the Niran forest clearing a path for our offensive. I will send Ambassador Callah to Zoar to see if she can persuade the Regent to join our cause.”
The two talked a little more planning and plotting unaware that the large Anakim known as Nadir was there listening and watching the two of them.
Nadir had been waiting for the order to come from Alaric that would allow him and those that he commanded the freedom to act on their behalf. Now he was going to marshal his forces and prepare for an attack of their own.
“Entreat the Ancient for protection and success.” Nadir whispered to Alaric.
Although the message was received, Alaric and most other Gammadim could not ‘hear’ Anakim. Alaric would most likely claim the idea as his own. Alaric uttered a few words under his breath and continued his talks with Jalal. Nadir satisfied shot up through the ceiling and came to rest on top of the residence of the Regents. He was joined by two Anakim that had been close by awaiting his return. One was an older looking man with sun reddened cream skin, a thick waist, and leather like hands. Savas had chosen a form that resembled an older ‘dim to portray his years of experience and wisdom. The look always amused Nadir since Savas appeared older than Nadir, but was much younger by any standard they could come up with. Savas hid much of his swollen frame beneath loose pants and linen like shirt. His outfit was simple and effective, much like Savas himself. The second was smaller in form than Nadir or Savas. She had bronze skin with an ethereal glow to it in the early morning. She was known as Zia, and was a recent addition to Nadir’s force on Munir. Nearly a decade had passed since she came to Munir to assist the Anakim fighting against the Fallen Ones. She was now one of his most trusted captains, overseeing the war effort from the Siva Basidion. Savas had fought along Nadir’s side for countless ages and the two considered themselves kin of sorts.
“Are we ready?” Zia asked, always the eager one.
“We are indeed.” Nadir responded.
“We will send Anan to Nira to start the attack, and Callah is to travel to Zoar to enlist the help of Dismas. “He continued.
“What are you not saying Nadir?” Savas spoke up.
“We may have let the war go on for too long. I am no longer positive that there is a sure path to victory for us. Regardless of the outcome of the war as far as the ‘dims are concerned, the damage to the name and idea of the Ancient has been tarnished. It will take more than military might and cunning plans to reverse the damage that Braga and Vaden have done.”
“If it drags on any longer the damage will be that much worse!” Zia said.
“That is certain.” Savas added.
“The idea was to force the Gammadim to face their own mortality; war has a way of doing that for them. The only problem is that now the Fallen Anakim have made the war a way for the darker parts of the ‘dims personalities to shine; something that is hard to contain or reverse once unleashed.”
“It is not like you to despair about anything…” Zia trailed off.
“I know that in the end we will be victorious regardless of the circumstances. I just wonder how many ‘dims will perish before that victory comes. For some it will be too late.” Nadir responded.
“They all have a choice Nadir, as the Ancient wants. Our job is to make it easier for them to choose him, that’s all.” Savas said.
“As always you are a good friend and wise council.”
Nadir paused as he contemplated.
“Zia you escort Callah to talk with the Regent of Zoar and Savas you must ensure that Anan completes his mission.
Zia and Savas flew off to complete their task as Nadir ordered. Nadir watched as the pair went off headed in the direction of the young couple that held so many of his plans in their hands.
***Chapter 3***
Anan lay in the bed awake but feigned sleep so he could avoid the awkward silence that had plagued his relationship with Callah. For a little more than seven years he had been married to the women of his dreams, but that memory of them was quickly fading. Now he was trying to ignore the ever growing wedge that had sprung up between them. The communicator buzzed earlier and woke the two of them up. Callah answered the device and he could hear her next orders coming through from the other end; she was headed off again. He knew that he would have an assignment waiting for him in the Command Center once he reported in. His leave that he earned from successfully completing his last mission was just about up, and a part of him was relieved to have to go back to work; he was embarrassed that he felt that way.
Callah finished receiving the information about her next assignment and shut off the communicator. She got up and made her way to the bathroom casting a quick glance at Anan as she walked past the bed. His brown hair was mussed and his pale skin showed signs of burn where it wasn't protected by his helmet. She wondered what had happened to them over the years. She was scared to think about what would happen to them in the future, especially once she told Anan what she had been hiding from him. She knew that it was one of the things that was forcing them apart, but she couldn’t identify the rest of the problem. What she did know was that she had to do her part to end the war before her life mate was killed during one of his missions. She made her way to the bathroom and began to prepare for the day.
Anan stared at the wall unwilling to admit that sleep had escaped him and with it any semblance of peace. Even the calm of rest was robbed of him some nights when the nightmares and Fallen Anakim plagued his mind. Luckily last night had not been one of those occasions. He finally had to admit to himself that he could not escape the day just though sheer force of will, so he sat up in the bed and coaxed himself awake. Some of his limbs ached from being in a cockpit of a Universal Battlefield Vehicle for long periods of time. Two days leave was not sufficient to unknot war weary muscles. At thirty one years of age he was starting to feel the difference of age coming in to play. Ten years ago when he first became a pilot, he could fly for hours on end with no ill effects. Although he wasn’t old by any standard, he noticed the change that was starting to take place.
Anan got on the floor and began his regiment of stretches and exercises that he did religiously every morning. Callah came out of the bathroom dressed and ready in the middle of his routine.
“I have to go to Zoar to speak with Regent Dismas. “ Callah said matter of factly.
“Who’s going to escort you?” Anan asked.
“What difference does it make?” Callah answered.
As soon as the words left her mouth she regretted saying them. Lately Callah found herself having a difficult time expressing her true feelings when she was talking to Anan. She saw him tense as her words hit.
“What I mean is that I will be as safe with whomever they assign to me as I would be with you. Don’t worry.” Callah tried to correct herself and ease the tension.
“Let me know if you need me to be the one to escort you.” Anan replied.
He wanted to express so much more with those words but he guessed that the emotion running through him went unnoticed. Callah walked away without another word. He missed being able to press close to her cinnamon skin and slim frame; he couldn't tell what ached more, his body or his heart.
“She is hiding something, can’t you see it?” Septar said.
Septar, Vaden’s second in command was a large Fallen Anakim that had been put in charge of drawing Anan away from Callah and the Ancient of Days ten years ago at the start of the war. Braga was upset when they discovered that Anan had survived the initial battle; they had been hoping to rid themselves of his interference, and so made Septar responsible for Anan’s destruction.
Anan tried to dismiss the thought about Callah and resumed his morning routine, not really focused on the exercise anymore.
Septar was having a hard time influencing Anan recently as he was accustomed to being able to apply greater force when he coerced the thought of Gammadim. Anan was rare; he could See Anakim and sense their movements and purposes. Ten years ago when they war was started, his ‘sight’ was just beginning to bud, and was not yet developed. That ability forced Septar and his fallen brethren to tread carefully when dealing with Anan. Many times during the course of the war, Anan exposed their plots and plans, altering a sure course of victory. Braga was fed up with Anan’s intrusion and decided to use his relationship with Callah and its weaknesses to break him. Septar was the Anakim assigned to carry out the plans and either find a way for Anan to further their cause or have him killed. Septar preferred the latter.
Callah had almost made it to the Main Hangar on the Malak Basidion before the feeling overtook her. She was surprised at the sudden urge, but was unable to resist. She cupped her hand over her mouth and was able to make it around a corner out of sight and vomited all of her stomach contents in the grass. She wasn’t sure why the familiar smells of the Hangar would force her to react in such a way, but she already knew the reason. She made her way to the Hangar and desperately tried to avoid smelling the fumes and exhaust of the UBV’s and other aircraft taking off or taxiing across the runways; throwing up in front of the flight crew would surely lead to questions that she was not ready to answer and would make it back to Anan eventually. She was upset that familiar surroundings which she had worked and excelled in for many years were now off limits to her. That was just one of the many issues flowing through her mind as she boarded the transport that awaited her arrival.
“Water please.” Callah motioned for one of the attendants that were at her disposal afforded to her because of her station. The attendant hurried away to follow the order that was given. Callah took the water and washed away the taste from her mouth and found a comfortable seat towards the rear of the transport.
“Are you up for the challenge?” a voice said from the doorway of the transport.
It was Alaric seemingly trying to catch his breath before he entered.
“I am as ready as I will ever be.” She replied, looking down.
“I am proud of you. You know that right?” Alaric said taking a seat opposite Callah.
“I know.”
His tone changed from Regent to father as he looked at his daughter, still wanting to protect her from all of the evils of the world. He tried to see her as a woman, but he could still see those dark eyes looking up at him now just like the first time he held her when she was a baby.
“Do what you can to persuade Dismas; he can be a bitterly stubborn old man, as you well know.”
“I will do my best. I know that this is pretty much it for us, for Ranis. If Dismas does not join the war, there is little hope of achieving victory. I must make him see that, everything hinges on it.”
“There is always hope. All I have to do when I am running out of hope is to look at you and your brother.”
Callah felt emotion bubble inside her. The mention of children forced her to contemplate her position and exactly how much was truly riding on this mission.
“Are you all right?” Alaric asked noticing the change in mood.
“I don’t feel well today, that’s all.”
“Do we need to postpone the meeting?”
“I could use the time, but the war will not wait for me. “
“I know but perhaps…”
“I will be fine, don’t worry.”
Her tone hinted at the anger she was feeling all of a sudden. Alaric’s words reminded her of Anan’s concerns about her escort. She was tired of being treated like she was fragile, and for some reason that angered her more than it should have.
“I’ll stop worrying tomorrow.” Alaric said as he stood up.
He could tell that his daughter was under a great deal of stress and was eager to let her go and complete her mission so that perhaps all of them could someday get back to a normal life.
“Good bye and may the Spirit of the Ancient protect you.” Alaric said as he bent down and kissed Callah on the head.
“Bye.” Callah whispered.
The transport waited for the Regent and his Ferozoa guards to clear the aircraft then took off heading for the Northern continent of Zoar.
“You should probably just abort the baby. They treat you like you are helpless now; what will they do when they find out?” Ceferino said.
Ceferino was a Fallen Anakim that belonged to the Forces class of the Powers Division. He was known for his mastery of the wind and creating fear in Gammadim.
Callah trembled with rage and despair.
“What type of life will you be able to provide for a child if this war will never end? Dismas is slow to act, stubborn beyond all reason. He will react, but it will be too late. Is that what you want for a child of yours?” Ceferino asked.
He could see the effects of his words working their way into Callah’s mind, taking root in her subconscious eating away at her hope for the future.
“That is quite enough from you Fallen One!” Zia said.
“Nice of you to join us Zia! However your presence is not required at the moment.”
“Remove yourself from this Gammadim’s presence or I will be forced to escort you away myself!” Zia said producing her two swords by mixing her own energy with the energy around her.
“Are you challenging my right to be here Light bringer?”
“I am!”
“This ‘dim is heading to speak with my charge Dismas. Because of that I have a vested interest in seeing that she acts in accordance with my will while she is his presence.”
“Your will?!”
“Does that offend you? It doesn’t matter anymore; she is already letting me in as we speak.”
“But she hasn’t let you in yet!” Zia said as she lunged to attack Ceferino.
Ceferino jumped back to avoid the strike from Zia. He spun around as he brandished his own weapon and parried the second blow coming from Zia’s right hand. Lights flashed as Zia attacked again and again. The pair danced around the cabin of the transport; each trying to catch the other off guard and land a death like blow or at least one critical enough to determine a winner in this particular duel.
“Be encouraged! Dismas would not have agreed to another meeting if he was not open to discussion about getting involved.” Zia said to Callah, now standing between Ceferino and her charge.
The fight between the two Anakim gave Callah a much needed respite from Ceferino’s attacks and a chance to clear her head.
‘Regent Dismas wouldn’t agree to talks if he had no intention of entering the war.’ Callah thought, repeating the thought that was communicated to her by Zia.
Ceferino took the chance that was afforded by Zia’s momentary distraction and lunged at her, slicing her left arm as she attempted to back away from the blow. Zia responded by reabsorbing the sword in her left hand and focusing the unused energy into her remaining weapon. Her sword began to glow with a supernatural light that hurt Ceferino’s eyes to look at. She made the hilt a little longer so she could grasp the sword with two hands and began to advance towards Ceferino. The light from the sword began to sear Ceferino’s skin. The sand like complexion darkened as natural skin would if it were too close to a fire. His clothes which resembled close fitting dark leather coverings, began to smoke hinting at their discomfort being so close to the power of Zia’ sword.
Ceferino assessed the situation and decided it was best not to push his luck while he was so far away from his power base and so retreated from the conflict. He walked over to the nearest wall and slipped though as if it were not there, taking flight as he did so.
“See you soon!” Zia heard him say as he flew off in the direction of Zoar and Regent Dismas.
“Entreat the Ancient Callah. We are going to need his help.” Zia said as she tended to her wounded arm.
Zia hoped it would begin to heal before they reached their destination. There was no telling what would be waiting for them when they arrived.
Savas raced towards the Main Hangar of Malak hoping that Anan was not in serious trouble. He and Zia were forced to leave their charges in the care of weaker Anakim so they could meet with Nadir. On occasion when the situation called for it Anakim would temporarily leave their charge to report to a superior or see to some other equally important task that required them to leave the presence of their charge. Any time Savas was forced to do so he was always eager to get back. It was not that he didn't trust other Anakim to fill his role; it was just that he felt more comfortable when he was able to see a task through on his own.
On his return he was met by the Anakim he left with Anan.
"Where is Anan?! Is he in danger?" Savas asked the temporary guardian.
"I am not sure. Septar came in and forced me away from the Gammadim and is alone with him now."
The guardian replied.
"What happened?" Savas asked as he motioned for the guardian to lead the way showing Anan's location.
"Apparently Septar wanted to finish trying to influence Anan since his earlier attempts were not very successful. The Familiar was with him but disappeared quickly when I brandished my weapon."
"I see. I will be more than happy to relinquish Septar of his burden of duty. Where did you last see Anan?" Savas asked.
"Last I saw he was in the Main Hangar."
"Good work." Savas said as he raced off to rescue Anan.
Shortly after receiving the news, Savas was attacked by a group of Fallen Anakim.
"I really don't have time to play right now fellas!" Savas said as he formed his spirit weapon of choice; a large double edged axe.
The Fallen Anakim closest to Savas did not move fast enough and was almost cut in two by a quick slash from the enraged Anakim. The other two desperately traded blows with Savas trying to keep their essence intact and avoid any serious injury. Savas noticed that they seemed too weak to pose any serious threat to him.
"How long are you supposed to delay me?" Savas asked.
The two remaining Fallen Anakim exchanged glances seemingly surprised that Savas was able to figure out their plan so easily. The brief glance was all that Savas needed. He lunged at the pair cutting both in one sweep of his axe forcing them to part leaving enough room for him to pass between them.
Having succeeded in their mission, the Fallen Anakim flew away and let Savas pass. He was expecting to see Anan in the middle of a fight, but when he reached the Hangar he was surprised to see Anan in good spirits without any sign of attacks from Fallen Anakim. He rejoined his charge’s side and scanned the immediate area for any signs of Septar or one of his underlings. For a long moment Savas kept his guard up, expecting an attack to come at any moment from any place. When nothing happened he let his guard down and positioned himself behind Anan as he sat in the planning room of the Hangar. Savas wished that there was a more visible and immediate threat to Anan; that way at least he would know what he was dealing with. As it was, no action usually meant that the Fallen Anakim were planning something that was going to test both he and his charge. For now at least all was well.
“Where are we off to today Anan?” Benceros asked.
“We’ll find out together.” Anan replied.
Anan was relieved to be in familiar surroundings; it gave him sense of control or at least the illusion of it. He was so unsure what to do with Callah and their relationship that the prospect of another potentially deadly assignment was a relief to him. At least he knew what was expected of him and he knew how to excel at what he did. The enemy would be identified and he would eliminate his targets. Clean, simple, a poor escape he knew.
“Are they finished with the platforms yet?” Benceros asked.
“Possibly. I see Uri up front. He was in charge of that aspect of the mission, so maybe they are.”
Benceros and Anan had been friends since they were kids. Both had grown up in the harsh cold of the Dystan Mountains and shared many common interests. The two of them had lost contact when they joined the Siva military, but had been reunited by the war and their common post. Benceros was a Commander as was Anan and were joined by other high ranking officials and leaders that were either going to be a part of their next task or knew enough about it to be of some assistance.
“Whatever it is it must be serious; Uri looks worried.” Anan said noticing the deep lines of concentration etched into the forehead of the Commander of the Techs’ at Malak.
“You two were roommates right?” Benceros asked.
“Yeah before the war, when I was stationed at Siva.”
“Is he normally pretty laid back?”
“Is he? For years I didn’t think he took anything seriously.”
“It must be bad then, because he looks like he swallowed a UBV right now”
Anan laughed and was preparing to say something else when Rais Jalal walked in. Everyone stood to their feet as a sign of respect which he quickly waved off.
“You all know me by now. I don’t mince words. It is time to end this war.” Jalal started.
Anan was glad to see his former mentor again; it had been a long time since he studied under Jalal while they were at the Siva Basidion. When the war started Jalal started grooming Anan to take his place whenever the opportunity arose. When Jalal became the Rais he left Siva; he brought Anan with him to Malak a few years ago because of his skills and character.
“We are poised to strike at the heart of the problem; Nira itself. Our biggest problem is that the terrain is completely covered with trees and brush, making it all but impossible to see the enemy encampments, troops, supply lines, factories, or even their base of operations. Our plan is twofold; first we have to clear the landscape so that we can launch effective strikes at the proper targets, and second we must kill Gavannon. Once we lob the head off of the beast we can more easily handle the body.” Jalal said.
“How are we going to do that?” one of the Commanders asked.
“First things first Commander. Let’s deal with the first part of the mission. Commander Uri.”
“I am pleased to announce that we have finished integrating the Universal Battlefield Vehicles with the technology from Dror so the platforms are ready for deployment. There are going to be two squads that will launch from the platforms and use special incendiaries to burn Nira clear. The platforms will be lifted to their proper altitude just off of the Basidion and the UBV’s will land and attach themselves to it once it is airborne. The platforms have been designed specifically for this task and should be virtually undetectable to the Niran’s known detection methods.” Uri said.
“How are we going to avoid detection on these platforms?” Benceros asked.
“The platform will produce a pseudo cloud around itself and move at a similar pace and altitude as a normal cloud. The Niran craft are made of organic based composites so they are instructed to avoid excess moisture when at all possible. So the Nirans will most likely avoid flying through your cloud or any other for that matter. The platforms will escort you to your strike zone, and then you will deploy at the given coordinates at the proper time.” Uri answered.
“The platforms may be designed for stealth, but the UBV’s weren’t. No matter how thick the cloud cover, the Nirans will be able to pick up our multidirectional engines before we cross their border.” Another Commander shouted.
“You will have to power down after attaching to the platforms.” Uri commented.
“Power down until we are well over Nira and unable to detect their own aircraft!?” one in the crowd asked.
“You will have to use more rudimentary tools in order to know when to power up again and deploy.”
“Who’s going to lead this raid?” Anan asked.
Jalal walked back up to the front of the room and took the cue.
“Everyone here will have a part to play. Anan and Benceros, you two will lead the attack and Uri will give you the needed info and specs. The rest of you check your assignment logs for the task that you will be responsible for. Any questions?” Jalal asked.
The room was silent signaling everyone present was in agreement and understood the intricacies of their assignments. With Jalal's approval the debriefing session ended as many of those present gathered in small groups to discuss smaller matters pertinent to their own task while others began to exit the room.
“Anan, Benceros, stay after for just a moment.” Jalal hollered above the numerous conversations and chatter that was all around as the room cleared.
Savas watched as the Commanders and Jalal talked and went over the details of the mission. It was dubbed ‘Freedom Burn’ and was well under way. They talked about safety measures and countermeasures, but Savas knew that the equipment that they were using had not been battle tested and there were bound to be problems with anything that complex. Savas only hoped that he would be able to muster enough support to ensure that the mission was a success. He dispatched a messenger to gather some of the needed Anakim so that they could build a plan of protection around the plan of attack that the ‘dims had come up with. The rest of the morning Anan and Benceros went over strategies and routes, while Savas played out different scenarios with his chosen guard.