The Cosmic Spark

By Leo Ndelle

“Are you ready?” he asked her.“Irrelevant!” she replied.
“The cosmic countdown is almost complete.
”A moment of silence went by.“Are you ready?” he asked again.
She heaved her shoulders and tore her gaze from the white oblivion she was focused on. She turned around, met his gaze and smiled weakly.
“Do you think this is all my fault?” she asked.
“I think that everything happens for a reason,” he stood up and walked towards her. “I believe there is a purpose to everything.”
“You sound like someone I know,” she chuckled. “To answer your question, I have been ready from the very beginning. You?”
“Every choice I’ve made has included sufficient room for error and mistakes,” he replied. “You never had such a luxury, unfortunately.”
“Be that as it may,” she shrugged her shoulders, “free will is something that eludes even me, sometimes.”
“But this is not about free will, is it?” he asked.
“No, Yeshua,” Akasha replied. “This is about the fate of Creation.”

Too late!
Creation came to standstill. The Scribe watched as the vibration of chaos morphed into an etheric black hole in the Core of Creation. This etheric black hole began pulling everything into its expanding event horizon and undoing Creation by tearing Creation apart ether by ether. The Scribe’s grin broadened as he watched the most beautiful simulation of the unfolding of his purpose, which was perfectly in sync with The Cosmic Spark.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leo Ndelle
• Release date: Dec 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463994856

Leo Ndelle

Hello everyone,I am a Cameroonian-American author of fiction novels. I currently reside in the State of Maryland and work as an auditor with the state.

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PART ONE

39,000 B.C.E.

IT WAS THE most prosperous region on the realm economically, scientifically and spiritually. Their technological and scientific advancements were rumored to dwarf those of their ancestors, who settled here when theirs was destroyed by a great deluge that purged Earth Realm scores of millennia ago. However, the giant scientific and economic strides ascribed to this region paled in comparison to the evolutionary status of the creatures residing therein. It was an evolutionary status which heralded the future of the next evolutionary leap of the less evolved species placed on the realm, humans; a leap that would take millennia to achieve at the current rate of the evolution of these humans. These creatures from realms far beyond the Dimension of Solaris would leave bread crumbs in the sands of Earth Realm’s history as beacons to humankind’s potential. History would later refer to these otherworldly, humanoid creatures as The Seven Architects.

The Giza Plateau was the best spot for what the Seven Architects had in mind for their latest project. Their choice of the Giza Plateau had nothing to do with the lush greenery of the land, the immense body of water to the north, or the nurturing Nile River to the east. It had everything to do with this region acting as a focal point for Earth Realm’s esoteric energy and power, as well as the immense, growing, dark energy buried here which would destroy Earth Realm if unchecked. Only creatures who had attained a certain level of evolution could perceive Earth Realm’s esoteric energy as well as the promise of perdition that was contained in this region. The project of the Seven Architects would reflect aesthetic perfection in architecture and serve as conduit for the buildup of dark energy within Earth Realm, as well as help to stabilize Earth Realm’s esoteric energy.

The timing could not be more perfect for the Seven Architects to do what they do best. Sirius and Solara are central realms to their respective dimensions, Siryus and Solaris. They are also binary realms to each other. As such, both realms have the same vibrational frequency and belong to the same cosmic cluster. Sirius and Solaris were closest to each other, a cosmic phenomenon that occurred once every 26,000 Earth Realm years. This was a golden era for both Sirius and Solaris and every realm governed by their esoteric energies, because the esoteric energies and vibrational frequencies of both realms were in sync and in resonance, which presented opportunities for harmony in every field of existence at the physical and etheric levels. Most of all, this resonance was the perfect opportunity for the next evolutionary leap of the species within that cosmic field of resonance.

It was with the blessing of this cosmic resonance that the Seven Architects went about with their project. They decided to construct four pyramids instead of three, because Earth Realm’s consciousness had just synced with the number four. It took them three days to conceive the design for each pyramid, three days to construct each pyramid and three days to establish esoteric resonance with the esoteric energy from Earth Realm’s core, as well as discharge the dark energy buildup within the realm. At the completion of this project, the humans of Earth Realm marveled at the glory of the pyramids while the Seven Architects and their counterparts from realms beyond Earth were satisfied at the notion that Earth Realm’s esoteric core was no longer unstable.

The Seven Architects then proceeded with the final phase of their project. They constructed another structure to serve as a cosmic and esoteric marker, for they that would be wise enough to perceive it as such. It would indicate the astrological position of the Dimension of Solaris in its twenty-six millennia cycle, called the Zodiac, at the time of the construction of the esoteric marker. The marker would symbolize the current level of spiritual awareness of Earth Realm’s greatest pride; humans. It would also symbolize the true potential of every human in every facet of existence: from the physical, psychological and ethereal. Finally, the structure would mark the spot in which the greatest threat to the realm, and beyond, lay contained; The Darkness!

And so it came to pass that in three days, the Seven Architects built another impressive structure. To construct the pyramids, the Seven Architects used sonic vibrations, brainwave resonance and telekinesis to alter the atomic structures of the immense stones they carved out to perfection. They transported these multi-ton stones using teleportation from various quarries, some of which were located several kilometers away. They then covered the newly-constructed pyramids with pure, white marble sparked from the ethers. However, they used a single piece of stone for the final part of their project; the marker.

The marker had the shoulders of a bull, the body of a lion resting on its paws, the wings of an eagle resting across its torso and the face of a human. When it was complete, The Sphinx of Giza symbolized it was built during the Age of Leo. It also symbolized that Man is royalty, hence, the body of a lion; that Man was strong enough to uplift himself beyond all obstacles, hence the shoulders of a bull; and that Man could soar in every facet of existence and evolve beyond base, earthy, physical forms. Hence, the wings of an eagle. Most of all, the Sphinx of Giza was a reminder that Man must never forget Man’s true nature. Even when dark times arise, which they will, let Man be reminded of his true nature. As the Sphinx watches the sunrise every morning in the horizon, so too Man must watch and look towards the next golden age and never forget what lies beneath the lion’s paw of the Sphinx. Beneath the lion’s paw of the Sphinx lies Emok, The Darkness, who The Scribe planned to set free at the start of the next golden age, a golden age which coincides perfectly with his birthday, the Cosmic Spark!

CHAPTER ONE

FIRST ATTEMPT

HOW DO YOU free a prisoner? Is that supposed to be a trick question? A rhetoric one? I mean everything has a purpose. But what, pray tell, is the purpose of your foolish and pointless question? Even I cannot fathom any purpose for this misplaced set of words strung together into such a stupid sentence. How do you free a prisoner? Really? Forget it! I will not even indulge this nonsense. But not so fast, my dear friend; not so fast! You will indulge me and you will indulge me NOW! Do you want to pretend you do not know why; just like you are trying to pretend you are not as excited as I am about this perfect opportunity laid before us? Are you trying to pretend that you do not see how everything is coming together perfectly? Tell me you disagree and I will certainly excuse myself from this venture of yours!

But The Scribe knew the purpose of the question he asked himself. This was just another schizophrenic episode of his. Damn the Cosmic Spark! As excited as he was for his upcoming first birthday, The Scribe hated the way Creation was messing with him. He cursed again as he watched Lunok, the fallen Shemsu in the Necheru body of Deni, snore quietly in his sleep. In Tanki’s body, The Scribe had become Deni’s best friend, teammate and brother since childhood. Tonight, as was the case with many other nights since Deni’s childhood, The Scribe was going to attempt to tap into Lunok’s subconscious through the arduous, primitive and stifling limitations of the Necheru vibrational frequency.

As a multidimensional being, The Scribe could simply use his conscious potential to obtain what he wanted from Lunok’s subconscious. But there were certain rules of Creation that could not be circumvented. One of such rules warranted he function as a Necheru while in Necheru Realm. As such, The Scribe had to submit to the Necheru vibrational frequency. He also had to ensure that this delicate procedure did not cause Lunok to awaken to his Shemsu identity because, as an awakened Shemsu, The Scribe could not pry what he wanted out of Lunok’s essence without giving up his location in Creation to Akasha.

Lunok’s subconscious was proving to be a lot more difficult to access than The Scribe had anticipated. Necheru centuries and countless attempts later, The Scribe was still unsuccessful. Lunok, too, was also showing signs of awakening. Time was not on The Scribe’s side.

Time… The Scribe thought. What an illusion! The Scribe leaned forward in his seat and stared blankly and mindlessly at the peaceful, snoring form of Lunok. How do I get to you, Shemsu? The Scribe asked himself. How?! Feelings of frustration began to mount within him but he shoved the feelings away. He had to focus. Let us give this another try! The Scribe encouraged himself. The Scribe then leaned back in his seat, closed his eyes and went to work.

The Scribe perceived Lunok’s etheric body. He cloaked himself in Necheru vibrational frequency and projected it over Lunok’s etheric body like an etheric hologram. He held this etheric hologram in that position for a few minutes until he achieved etheric resonance, which is the syncing of vibrational frequencies of two entities of different vibrational frequencies at the etheric level. Usually, it is easier for the entity with a higher vibrational frequency to drop theirs to sync with that of the entity with a lower vibrational frequency. Still, the procedure is very delicate and difficult to achieve, without initiating esoteric changes within one or both parties involved in the process.

Yes! Etheric resonance! The Scribe let out a cry of success. For the briefest of moments, The Scribe and the Shemsu, Lunok, were one entity. Everything that Lunok knew, The Scribe now had access to. If Lunok was conscious, he could have had unlimited access to all The Scribe’s knowledge as well. For a procedure as delicate as this was, The Scribe had to act fast. As such, he searched through Lunok’s subconscious until he found what he was looking for. He could now end the etheric resonance and make his exit; but first, there was something he had to do while he had access to Lunok’s subconscious. He made a temporary copy of what he came for because retrieving it would have sounded the alarm in Lunok’s essence, meaning Lunok could have awakened immediately to his Shemsu essence, if The Scribe had attempted to retrieve what he was looking for. And The Scribe did not want that; not yet, at least.

The Scribe made a clean exit from the state of etheric resonance as Lunok stirred in his sleep. The mission was a success. The Scribe stood up and headed for the nearest wall to Deni’s bedroom. He could easily teleport back to his house, but he chose to walk instead as he fused what he had copied to from Lunok’s subconscious to his essence.

What next? If I proceed now, I risk sounding an alarm and that make cause Akasha to locate me. If I wait too long, I may lose the potency of this copy. Regardless, I must wait until Deni awakens as Lunok. Only then will my copy be activated and ready for use.

The Scribe then floated to the ground and morphed into Tanki. It was a short walk to his house, which he did not mind taking. That night, Tanki went to sleep with a smile on his face.

***

Two Necheru years later, Deni became awakened as Lunok and The Scribe could now proceed to the next phase. He teleported to the realm of interest he had seen in Lunok’s subconscious. He located the esoteric signature of his search and teleported to the location. The Scribe stood above the epicenter of the energy source. So beautiful! He relished. He began his descent into the earth, feeling the pull of the dark energy within the earth growing stronger the closer he got to the source of the dark energy. The feeling was like an esoteric high. When he got to a certain level of depth, the thing he had copied from Lunok’s subconscious began to glow and burn deeper into his essence. It was an imprint of a seven-faceted crystal, Lunok’s part of the key to Emok’s prison. This is so exciting! He mused, innately knowing he had arrived. But there was nothing around him. The esoteric signature was there, but there was no form to accompany the signature. Then, he remembered he was still oscillating at this realm’s frequency and the object of his search was cloaked in Shemsu frequency. The Scribe shook his head and switched to Shemsu frequency.

Pleased to meet your acquaintance, said The Scribe telepathically.

Two pairs of red orbs glowed in a dark, viscous energy form.

Who are you, creature? demanded The Darkness.

A friend, The Scribe replied.

The dark, viscous energy froze and its glowing, red orbs dimmed.

How did you locate me? asked The Darkness.

Through a mutual friend, The Scribe replied. I made a copy of his part of the key to your prison while he was asleep.

The Darkness remained still and radiated an aura of caution and curiosity.

What do you want, creature? The Darkness asked.

I have a proposition for you, The Scribe said.

And what could you possibly have that I need? The Darkness scoffed.

A way to set you free, The Scribe replied.

It was more about the power The Darkness felt pulsating from The Scribe than the tone of The Scribe’s telepathic voice that convinced The Darkness that The Scribe was not joking. This creature was a being from a dimension much higher than Asah, and if this being could even make a copy of Lunok’s key, then this being must be telling the truth.

I assume you know what I am? The Darkness asked.

Indeed, replied The Scribe.

And you are not afraid? it asked, though it already knew the answer.

The Scribe stared The Darkness down with dispassionate condescension and The Darkness cowered under the sheer power The Scribe was radiating.

Why? asked The Darkness

Why what? The Scribe asked in return.

Why do you want to free me?

Because you are the key to it all, The Scribe replied. I created you and you are my biggest catalyst for the vibration of chaos in this part of Creation.

***

A few centuries went by before The Scribe returned to Earth Realm with the copy of Lunok’s key to the prison of The Darkness. Surprisingly, the copy of Lunok’s key still maintained its potency. The Scribe realized he could not release The Darkness just yet for various reasons. Firstly, the moment had to be perfect and the only perfect moment was at the Cosmic Spark. The Cosmic Spark was very nigh, but not there yet. Secondly, releasing Emok before the Cosmic Spark would create an interference in Creation so huge that it would warrant his immediate destruction by Akasha and The Logos. Despite his near-omnipotence, The Scribe still thrived on survival.

But he was here for a reason! It was impossible for him to subject all five Shemsus, who carried a part of Emok’s key, to his will. As such, he needed a new plan of action. The Scribe summoned his copy the key on his right hand as he appeared near Emok’s prison.

You have come again, Emok said flatly via telepathy.

But not to free you, The Scribe replied audibly.

A pair of red orbs flared in anger as the dark, viscous energy that was Emok writhed in its prison.

Patience, Emok, The Scribe said calmly. I will free you at the perfect time.

Then why come here? Emok seethed. To taunt me?

The Scribe said nothing. He knew Emok’s power had grown immensely since their last encounter, which was most welcome. He opened his palm with the copy of the key and glided towards Emok’s prison. Emok went into a wild frenzy and smashed his form repeatedly against the confines of his prison.

Be ready, The Scribe placed the copy of the key against the prison.

Five Shemsus, including Lunok, immediately appeared around Emok’s prison. Four Shemsus went for The Scribe while Lunok tried to use telekinesis to contain Emok. Lunok realized Emok had become almost too powerful for him to handle alone, but he had to continue holding down Emok while his comrades tried to secure The Scribe. The Scribe let the four Shemsus put their hands on him and as soon as they did, he grinned.

Emok froze and so did Lunok. The four Shemsus gaped in shock when they realized what had just happened. Slowly, they watched as the Shemsu energy barrier around Emok’s prison begin to fissure in many locations. Emok saw his opportunity and for a blink in time, he was too slow to react. However, when the reality hit him finally, Emok released every iota of energy and power he could summon against his prison. Such power was too much for even a Shemsu as powerful as Lunok to handle by himself.

Help! Lunok screamed via telepathy.

His comrades immediately left The Scribe and rushed to Lunok’s aid as the full blast The Darkness’ energy shattered its prison. All life on Earth Realm was wiped out and the entire realm was cast into an eerie darkness, as if Solara never existed. The sheer power from the dark energy blast threatened to rip both Earth Realm and Lunok apart as Earth Realm quaked violently and Lunok struggled helplessly to contain The Darkness. Fortunately, his comrades reacted promptly and summoned a Shemsu energy bubble around The Darkness. However, even their combined strength could barely contain The Darkness.

We must act fast! one of them screamed. He is too powerful for us!

Hold on a little longer! Lunok screamed in return.

Lunok thrust his right fist towards the sky and a bolt of Shemsu energy struck the bubble his comrades had created. It had no effect on Emok.

I need your keys! Lunok demanded.

Too risky! one of them screamed as they continued to struggle against The raging Darkness.

It is the only way! Lunok screamed back. NOW!

The Scribe observed Lunok and his comrades struggling to contain Emok. He did admire Lunok’s strength and leadership. Lunok would have been the perfect Shemsu for his grand plan, but Emok would do just fine. It was a pity that such an asset like Lunok was going to be erased along with the rest of Creation. And then, he heard Lunok demand the others give him their keys. This would be the perfect opportunity to make his copy of the entire key! The Scribe grinned in excitement as Lunok’s comrades gave Lunok their parts of the key. Perfect! He thought. He was about to make his move when things changed.

The Scribe observed Lunok collect his comrades’ parts of the key in his right hand. The key glowed as he balled his right fight and crashed it into the open palm of his left hand. There was a wrinkle in the Dimensions of Space, Time, Energy and Ether and everything became still; everything except The Scribe. No! No! No! NO! cried The Scribe as slowly, Emok’s prison was rebuilt and Emok was once again cast into it. This is IMPOSSIBLE! The Scribe yelled as the wrinkle in the Dimensions of Space, Time, Energy and Ether became sealed and everything returned to normal.

Lunok released an equal amount of counteracting energy into Earth Realm, thereby stabilizing the realm. Earth Realm was saved from obliteration but it was still steeped in total darkness. Lunok’s eyes flared in a bright, violet hue as he turned around to face The Scribe. He was furious beyond comprehension.

You have interfered for the last time, creature! Lunok fumed as he flared violent flames from his mouth and eyes.

This cannot be! The Scribe spoke to himself, as if Lunok and his comrades were not even there. Only Akasha and I can do that and this was not her doing!

Lunok raged towards The Scribe but The Scribe vanished from sight.

You’ve become insignificant, Shemsu, The Scribe said superciliously via telepathy. There’s a much bigger threat out there.

Lunok was furious, though he knew there was nothing more he could do. The Scribe was gone. He felt a hand on a shoulder and turned around to attack.

Calm down, brother, said a comrade of his. We do not know what just happened or how you did it. But we are glad you did.

Lunok calmed himself down and extinguished the flames from his eyes and mouth. He was the first Shemsu to flare up as such. He turned around and glared at Emok writhing in his newer, much stronger containment chamber. Then, he met the gazes of each of his fellow comrades.

Thank you all, he spoke softly. We did well.

No, brother, one of them said. YOU did it!

Lunok nodded. There was no need to drag on the conversation. He opened his right palm and stared at the key. What really just happened? He wondered. For a split moment, he was a conduit of something he neither understood nor could explain. Yet, it felt so… familiar? The key… Maybe it was safer with him. He should keep it for himself. His comrades were not strong enough for what Emok had evolved into. He had so many questions and he knew he must find the answers to these questions. To find answers to these questions, he would have to fall yet again.

Brother, a Shemsu interrupted his thoughts. Our keys?

Of course! Lunok replied, returning to reality.

He redistributed the key to each of his comrades. He considered sparing a word or two in Emok’s direction but decided it was pointless.

Let us return home! Lunok said.

The five Shemsus teleported home, leaving Emok, The Darkness, alone in an eerie, lifeless Earth Realm steeped in an even more eerie darkness.

In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. Now the earth was formless and empty, and the darkness was over the surface of the deep… Genesis 1:1-2.

CHAPTER TWO

FAZIM

THE REALM OF Zodica is home to the paradins and central realm to the Dimension of Mueba. Zodica was also of a much higher vibrational frequency that Earth and Celestia were. Fazim was a seraph and her governing partner was Keerim. Keerim was spawned many Zodica cycles before Fazim. Fazim was a celebrity in Zodica because, during her spawning, there was a glitch that caused the Zarark to stop working for a moment before it resumed full function. This was unheard of in Zodica and no one could explain why. As such, Fazim was also described as ‘The Seraph who Zapped the Zarark’. After three other cherubim, Keerim was the only paradin who resonated with her and that was how the two became governing partners. Over many Zodica cycles of working together, the relationship between Fazim and Keerim morphed to a deep love for each other.

On one occasion, while Fazim and Keerim were busy governing their cosmic cluster, a strange creature covered in pristine white fur and walking on four legs had slowly appeared in front of Fazim. It held Fazim’s gaze and Fazim stared at this non-threatening creature with innocent curiosity. She turned around to see if Keerim could also see what she was seeing; but his body language indicated that only her could see this creature.

Hello Fazim, the creature greeted her telepathically. My name is Ashram.

Hello Ashram, Fazim returned Ashram’s greeting in like manner.

She spared a glance in Keerim’s direction once more and, again, Keerim was oblivious of Ashram’s presence.

Do not worry, Fazim, Ashram said. Your partner is unaware of my presence. Only you can perceive me.

Fazim nodded, not knowing what else to say.

May I please come closer? Ashram asked.

Fazim glanced again in Keerim’s direction before meeting Ashram’s gaze. She managed a slight nod and Ashram slowly walked towards her. He perched on his hind legs next to her and just observed her while she worked, which was a little harder for her now that Ashram was sitting next to her.

I apologize, I did not mean to distract you from your work, Ashram said. But please, pretend I am not here.

That will be quite hard to do, Ashram, Fazim confessed.

Fazim could feel the power and energy emanating from Ashram’s body and it caused her own energy levels to spike significantly. She hoped Keerim did not detect her energy spikes.

Is everything alright with you, Faz? Keerim asked.

Fazim whipped her head towards him and she noticed his eyes widen a little in surprise.

Oh no! He knows! Fazim exclaimed telepathically. What should I do?

I understand this may be a little hard for you to understand and accept. But, when I say he cannot see me, trust me, he cannot see me, Ashram reassured her. Just be yourself.

Everything is alright, Keerim, Fazim forced a polite smile. You just startled me, that’s all.

Alright, Keerim replied. Just checking. Oh, there is a new cluster forming over here! Keerim added with some excitement. Do you want to see?

No, thank you, Fazim declined politely. I also have a new cluster forming over here. I must monitor.

Of course, Keerim replied.

Fazim was not lying. She monitored the cluster as it formed out of what the paradins called pre-matter. She injected mild doses of consciousness and watched how its colors brightened but stayed the same. She was distracted by Ashram’s presence, despite her trying to focus on her task at hand.

You must have some questions for me, Ashram said matter-of-factly.

Where are you from and what do you want with me?

Fazim sounded ruder than nervous.

I have a home, but I am hardly there. My kind and I are in search of special individuals, Ashram replied. I believe this moment marks the start of a very long and fruitful friendship for you and I, Fazim.

Fazim smiled. That was easy, he thought.

Ashram stayed a little longer with Fazim and the two had many words to share. Fazim’s curiosity was insatiable, as was expected. Ashram furnished Fazim with as much information as she could handle. He even shared the story of his most unfortunate demise, and that of his friends, with her. She sympathized with him. Ashram left eventually, but not before promising to visit Fazim frequently.

And so it came to pass that another extremely rare occurrence took place in the Realm of Zodica. Mother decided the moment had come for a new guardian to be chosen. The current guardian was summoned by Mother and that was the last the paradins ever heard or saw of him. No one knew the reason behind Mother’s decision to choose a new guardian. Thus, Zodica would remain without a guardian until Mother deemed otherwise.

A few Zodica cycles later, Keerim had the pleasure of meeting an unexpected acquaintance while performing his tasks. It was an interesting coincidence that this ominous visitor showed up around the same period he, Keerim, was coveting the status of guardian. Keerim would later learn that when it came to this ominous visitor, who introduced himself as The Scribe and described himself as a purveyor of purpose, there was no such thing as coincidence. And The Scribe made him an offer he could not refuse.

The Scribe had been a dream crusher though. It was an honest disclaimer, but a dream crusher, nonetheless.

Becoming a guardian has nothing to do with personal desire, The Scribe said. It is not an achievement. You cannot claim it. Only Mother chooses one.

Keerim’s disappointment was palpable across many cosmic clusters. Still, his desire to become a guardian overshadowed the words of The Scribe.

However, The Scribe continued. There is a first time for everything.

Indeed! Keerim concurred. There is a first time for everything.

I shall let you ponder on this until our next meeting, The Scribe added and disappeared.

Gradually, Keerim became resentful and angry at everything and everyone. Without even realizing it, he had become polarized, which was also a notion that was alien to the Paradins. His polarization increased with the passage of moments. He needed The Scribe, but The Scribe was nowhere to be found. This made Keerim even more resentful and angrier. However, Keerim eventually realized that no one was responsible for his polarization but himself. With this realization, Keerim let go of the mélange of emotions that raved within him. Unfortunately, despite this sudden revelation, Keerim’s polarization was irreversible.

It would not take long before Keerim started slipping during his tasks. Luckily, his slips did not result in any damages within the cosmic clusters he oversaw and neither Fazim nor the elders seemed to notice. Still, Keerim was aware that it was only a matter of moments before he made a major mistake and possibly cause a cataclysm of unimaginable proportions within the cosmic clusters he oversaw.

It appears you might be in need of some assistance? The Scribe asked in sub-Paradin frequency.

Why am I not surprised to see you after all this while? Keerim scoffed. You only show up when I am in need, and not in a good way.

Most creatures would value someone who always shows up when they are in need, The Scribe replied with sarcasm.

Most creatures have not met you yet, Keerim rebutted.

My offer still stands, The Scribe said with a sudden change of tone.

The Scribe was there for more important business than to pander to this paradin’s petty propensity of polarization.

To use a Zarark to maintain my sanity? Keerim asked rhetorically. How do you plan on obtaining our Zarark?

Who said the Zarark was going to be from your realm? The Scribe asked.

Keerim was surprised at the question.

But… he stammered. Doesn’t the Zarark have to come from our realm for it to stabilize my psyche?

The Zarark is the same everywhere, regardless of the realm or dimension, The Scribe replied. Just like Mother is.

Keerim was speechless for the first time since he met The Scribe. The entity he was staring at had just insinuated so many things that Keerim had considered impossible. Yet, even as Keerim sorely wanted to not believe The Scribe, there was something about this entity that warranted the contrary.

All is not lost, cherub, The Scribe prompted.

The Scribe was starting to lose his patience with Keerim, though he preferred not to show it. Best to let this stupid creature seal its own fate. He, The Scribe, was but a facilitator.

Imagine being a guardian and in constant contact with your realm’s Zarark, The Scribe added. Would that not be wonderful? No need to contain another realm’s Zarark within your form.

He does have some valid points, Keerim thought.

When Keerim was still silent, The Scribe went if for the kill.

How badly do you want it, Keerim, The Scribe asked and forced Keerim to meet his gaze.

Keerim did and was instantly seduced by the ferocity, determination and focus in The Scribe’s eyes. He could not