Cleon, The Stories of Cradle Earth, Prologue - Margot Nusselder
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Prologue
Our time was limited.
We were not supposed to be here. Between our fourth and fifth birthday, when the animal spirits awoke, when we evolved into us, that became a certainty.
We had a mission to fulfill and then balance could return. However, for that to happen, we needed to leave.
Every night during our dreams we were discussing with the Marrow of the Macrocosm. Designing an intricate, elaborate plan to maintain the equilibrium of this Cradle. The underdeveloped Ethos of Humans must live every life to become a God, an ascended Ethos in its own area of expertise. The expertise of being a divine pansophical.
Our specific existence was only the beginning. The Marrow had plans for our Ethos. However, first Humankind must grow, and the war was preventing many lives being lived as they were supposed to.
“You have an arduous task ahead of you,” the Marrow, a shimmering mass in front of us said.
“We know. However, we have to wait until this body is developed enough. Training will be of the essence,” our three voices said simultaneously. Imagine the voices of every human life in one being, a powerful essence. Ours was infinitesimal in comparison.
“Eight years to go before your first shift. Perhaps the Ethos of Nature can facilitate in this matter.”
“Sixteen will be better,” we agreed. “The Empire is gaining ground. Cassius turned into an astute leader, one to be reckoned with. With his father, Efraïm, at his right hand, we must fight at least two fronts, if not more...”
The Marrow projected the images of Cassius and Efraïm in our mind.
“You cannot be at multiple places at once. That can become a problem.”
Even with Nimravidae and Amphicyon, the most powerful animal spirits in this Cradle, and Cleon, the most progressed human soul, we still had our limits. Being ten years old was another example of our current boundaries.
“This Cradle is at the beginning of a period of a profound monumental change in the Scale. The deaths caused by the Empire are too great to be ignored. If this continues the retardation of ascension of the Ethos of Humans will triple.”
“We will do everything in our power to prevent the Scale from tipping over. We have to go to the Valley of Queens and Kings and restore the equilibrium.”
With a blink of an eye, the grey area shifted to a lighter shade. We were about to wake up. Our conscious moved to a superficial sleep, making the connection with the Marrow impossible.
Most of the times this happened. Our conversations abruptly cut off, postponed until the following night, and the next dream.
Our three unisons were standing in a light grey area with Northern lights above our heads. Each aurora indicated a bond we have. Each bond we had to break once our task was done. Cyon and Nimra were extinct, and only due to the grave imbalance, they were able to return to this Cradle.
In this mental space, all three of us were present.
Cleon, the ten-year boy with long brown hair spread around his shoulders like manes.
Nimravidae being the cat spirit; a magnificent saber-toothed cat with pearly white shining sharp teeth. His female and wolf counterpart was Amphicyon.
The first wolf ever existed on Earth; a combination of a bear and a wolf. With her resplendent fur coat of deep brown, she was a breathtaking sight to behold.
Within ourselves, we were three beings, evolved to one whole.
Towards the outside world, we were speaking with one voice.
We were one.
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