Lemuria The Dead of prince

By José Enrique Salcedo and Nicolás García Anaros

Hacia el principio de los tiempos, se desatará la primera batalla entre humanos, una antigua y espiritual raza humana llamada Lemures, y los ángeles de arriba, que no solo decidirán el destino de la tierra, sino también el de los cielos. 

En la antigua y mítica tierra de Lemuria, el sanguinario rey Elock ha conquistado todas las tierras de los hombres y ahora amenaza con capturar la Isla Sagrada. En el cielo, un ángel recién nacido, Theratiel, se rebela contra la política de no intervención de los seres angélicos en los asuntos de la Tierra, y trata de convencerlos de que intercedan. Su rechazo provoca una brecha celestial. Parece que Theratiel es la última esperanza para la gente Lemur, siempre y cuando esté dispuesto a desobedecer a su Dios, e incluso ver cómo arden los cielos.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicolás García Anaros
• Release date: Nov 15, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386879190

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Chapter 1. THE LEMURS

Our patriarch Nemed was absorbed in thought. He hadn’t eaten in several days and drank only broth to maintain a thin thread of strength. Formerly, our patriarch rivaled even the gods; he had spoken with them, lived among them. He watched from his chair as a bird flew in through the circular window that illuminated the dome. The other brothers argued ceaselessly, albeit calmly, about how to proceed. The bird flew away as if by instinct. The door, about ten meters tall, opened with a creak.

It was brother Jared, who brought news of the humans.

They’re here. Tomorrow at dawn, they will be ready to fight, he said breathlessly.

The clamor of alarm quickly filled the room. Nemed didn’t say a word. He seemed to be in a different world from his other Lemur brothers.

Father, didn’t you hear what he just said? insisted Jared as he raised his first to his heart.

Our patriarch responded with a nod, but his gaze was still absent.

Father, can’t you hear me? They’re here.

Nemed cast Jared a listless, almost defeated gaze.

I heard you, my son, he responded.

And what will you do? We must do something. We must go to war.

The din of the room took on a hysterical tone at the word ‘war’. The argument became heated between those who accused the Lemur people of not having participated in the confrontation, of not having fought, and those who reasoned that war had brought us to the brink of extinction. They had already seen it in the Sages of Nan Madol and in Irad.

Are there many of them? Nemed asked.

I’ve never seen such a large army. Nine regiments, maybe ten.

Nemed thought that there were too many to defeat. Upon striking the ground twice with his staff, the brothers were silent and looked toward him. A sudden peace flooded the room, as if the Lemur brothers were children, waiting for some parental explanation.

The patriarch’s voice began to sound loud and clear throughout the room. His gaze was now serene.

I have witnessed the creation of the light and the heavens. At the gods’ orders I aided in the creation of this universe. The god Tum with breath of fire brought life to the waters drawn from the abysmal well by the goddess Neit. From this came the stars, the planets, and every living thing. It was then that the god Eschmun gave cosmic intelligence to the starry sphere. The first men, sons of the Sun’s intelligence, shone in the heavens and on earth, communicated with the gods in the sacred language, and those same gods instructed them by singing hymns. There was a time in which the body of the Lemur was a resonating chamber for the melody of the universe. Its tongue expressed every facet of thought, of the emotions and perceptions with a five hundred letter alphabet. As their virtue was intact, they were able to capture the harmony of creation in their ears; thousands of shades of color with their eyes, the people of other planets and the spirits of the earth. They lived in a true paradise without war or possessions, and everything was peace, everything was abundance. They procreated under the guidance of wise Kumarats in accordance with the natural cycles. Life was renewing itself at every moment; it was a sacred and celebrated manifestation in which the course of the stars was represented, stars that guided us, stars that fed us with their light.

He stood in silence for a few seconds before beginning again.

"But, brothers, I tell you truthfully that the darkness of the specters entered into the hearts of the Lemurs. Magma ran over the fertile earth and the tree of life-giving fruit was scorched. We sought collectively to end our own lives. It was Durga, the destroyer, who inhabited our conscience. But the gods visited the earth and asked Durga to rest, and that they be given just one night’s time. She granted their petition, which to her seemed insignificant. It was then that the celestial beings tracked her and condemned her to the underworld. And they breathed into the Lemurs the free will that would force them to choose between negligence and virtue, peace and war, so that they might abandon their suicidal tendencies. The Lemurs chose to continue living, some through the seductive power of desire, others with the strength of armaments, some through the expansion of their wealth and property, still others through the greatness of knowledge and eloquence. They all sought to be admired or feared. Though satisfied with themselves, they no longer understood the message of the stars, and heard only themselves. I am here to tell you that with this freedom of choice, I believe we have lost the light of the cosmos. I am here to tell you that the time of war has come, a sad day for the Lemur. I understand that every cycle must end, but my soul aches to think that my days must end just as battle looms.

Nemed got up from his chair and said, We shall go to war, and we shall beseech the light beings to aid us in battle.

A deafening cry filled the room. Then, brother Jared called out, casting his voice above the uproar:

Father, no one desires war more than I, but we must not invoke the light beings. Your reverence hasn’t enough strength to call upon them, and you will surely die.

I am prepared to die if it means that the Lemur may live. I will invoke them. Prepare the sanctuary.

Father...

Jared, it is my will.

Jared saw the unflinching rule of law in the patriarch’s eyes. He quickly made a gesture of reverence in observation of the decision. The Lemur brothers began to file out of the great room. In that instant, Nemed asked brother Jared to stay. When everyone had left, the patriarch said to Jared:

Tomorrow I will be gone. My body will return to the cosmos.

Don’t say that, father.

Don’t worry, my child. You know nature’s secrets and that we’re all part of the cosmos, that we’re only the pollen of the stars and to them we shall return. May I serve as a guide to you when your moment arrives. The road is endless once my body perishes. The cycle always begins anew.

Father.

Quiet, Jared!—Ordered the patriarch, frightening the Lemur, who had never seen him in this state—And promise me that when your brothers find themselves in battle, that you will stay in the fortress and protect Shivad. She is our hope, and what she carries inside could change the three worlds forever. The next era could be one of light, or one of death.

Father, but I want to fight...

You will obey. I ask you as a brother.

But I...

Quiet!

His voice was so loud that Jared stepped back.

I order you as a father, and you will heed my word.

Jared seemed to be in doubt. For a moment, Nemed thought that Jared wouldn’t yield.

I will obey, Father,—he said with a trembling voice.

I know you will, and that you will give your life, if need be, to fulfill my wishes. Now, go with your brothers to the sanctuary. I will take my leave, but first leave me alone. I wish to meditate.

Nemed was alone in the room. He sat down in the chair, and allowed himself to overtaken by his life’s memories. There was an age in which the Lemurs inhabited every continent on Earth, but they had been confined to this island due to human expansion. These humans could still be called Lemurs, but in truth they were not. They had lost the power to align themselves with the divine, and they organized themselves into different kingships that, peacefully or otherwise depending on the king’s wishes, reined dominion over great territories. However, Nemed held that these were not true kings, because they did not have mastery over the three realms, but rather were dominated by animal impulses. Perhaps the sovereign Zage had been the one exception.

Twelve sages, standing in a circle and draped in white tunics invoked the gods in angelic chorus, and bolstered their urgent pleas with ancient mantras in the sacred language, which they still knew, for we the Lemurs guard and conserve it like a treasure. The flames of the crackling torches danced, excited by the fire spirits. The twelve sages were concentrated on directing their entreaty toward the other realm; as their pleas were their only road to survival.

Nemed entered the sanctuary and paused in the center of the circle which represented the all the constellations of the cosmos. He removed his tunic, leaving his body exposed. He was perfectly muscular, and had no hair, nor a single scar or mark. Two Lemurs approached, spreading the smoke of incense which had been mixed in cauldrons of aromatic woods. The moment he began to speak the language of the old gods, space and time halted for an instant and opened up. His spirit unfolded from his body, and he felt the force of the other realm bend it toward the heavens, which soon surrounded him. He knew he only had a few seconds to make his plea.

I am Nemed, son of Jehovah. I have come to ask the light beings to protect my people.

A thousand voices spoke to Nemed, nearly rupturing his ears.

NEMED, SON OF JEHOVA, WHAT RIGHT HAVE YE TO INVOKE THE LIGHT BEINGS?

I am Nemed, son of Jehovah, and He will recognize the lamb.

AND ARE YOU, NEMED, SON OF JEHOVA, THE LAMB?

The lamb is my people, a people who happen to have been brothers of the light beings.

YOU, NEMED, DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU WERE GIVEN FREE WILL?

I Nemed, son of the god Jehovah, implore that my entreaty reach the Word of Light, and that He should decide.

A powerful electric roar caused Nemed to convulse and to dissolve in a whirlwind of atoms.

Nemed’s marble-like body lay soulless and without pulse. Before our brothers laid the body on a platform to be taken to the patriarch’s tomb, they purified it according to the Lemur rite so that his spirit’s expansion throughout the cosmos should be as complete and as close to its original state as possible. I heard funeral hymns all night coming from the lemur stronghold.

At the first light of day, Jared came to my chambers. It was an austere dwelling, with a straw bed in which I rested. Jared drew near to me and touched my forehead. My temperature was high, which worried him.

I’m fine, I said, opening my eyes.

Father has expanded. His spiritual elevation will permit him to be close to the light beings of the stars.

I know. How do you feel?

Devastated. Our home is at the brink of extinction and I feel as if our brothers are only concerned with praying. We should have finished with the humans when we were powerful, when we had the gods on our side.

The humans are also children of God. If their people do away with us, it is the will of the gods that gave us life, and we should commend ourselves to them.

The time of the Lemur and of the gods is over. Don’t you see?

They will be back. We are their children.

The gods can’t hear us anymore; they abandoned us long ago. Today we fight for our survival, and if we win it, it will be thanks to our own strength.

They will listen, and they will come to rescue their children, I said, trying to bring myself around, but I groaned in pain.

You must rest.

Don’t go, stay by my side.

Jared nodded his head, and took my hand in his. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep:

I was in a garden that I had never seen before. The trees were abundant with fruit. The streams and waterfalls were crystal clear; fish of many colors swam in them from side to side in harmony. The birds flew in circles in a sky of the clearest blue. I felt a celestial peacefulness within. I looked down at my stomach and cracked a smile; I felt my child couldn’t be born into a more perfect world. But something happened that caught my attention. A gust of air disturbed me. It was cold, yet almost imperceptible. I felt an imbalance in that world of harmony, and I was alarmed. Suddenly I noticed a small red spot on my stomach. The stain grew larger until it became a stream that was bleeding me dry. I fell upwards towards the sky. The sky which before was so blue, was now full of thunderclouds. The fish were bloated and floating in the river. The birds became crows that cawed from the trees. The sun went dark.

Wake up! Jared said, shaking me by the shoulder.