The Bibilonians

Meteor

300 years yore,

Scott explained to Hew the history of the Bibilonians. Inviting you back, follow his dialogue of leadership, and newfound prosperity around Bibilonia during uncertain and dreadful times.

The day was another wonderful summer day in the village. The Bibilonians were tending to the fields for the fall, getting everything ready for the winter months ahead just like clockwork, not knowing this winter would not fall in the normal season.

A plus-sized mountain began burning through the atmosphere.

A fire surrounded the stone as if it was the sun. The material was too dense to burn up in the atmosphere since it traveled through each layer like butter as if it was a missile on an aimless mission. It was midday and we were all just going about our lives until we smelt something off, so we looked around with no prevail.

The smell was followed by a sudden change in the sunny day, sparking them to look above.

The sky was orange-tinted and dim considering it was bright without any clouds beforehand, everyone looked up at the sky with paralyzing fear that pulsed through our elevated blood pressure. Only to find a giant burning ball flailing towards us as if the sun has breached the atmosphere.

Volt decided to evacuate everyone towards the underground catacombs, two miles from the village, leading everyone in a straight line behind him, pushing through the ash-filled piercing whipping wind that felt like we were on the salt flats all over again.

It was here the last species of humans resided in hiding, surviving on grown crops to survive and each other to stay sane.

Generations down the line after the mass extinction, the earth began to cool back to safe levels for life to try and flourish once again.

Bibilonians came alive from their catacombs of safety out to a harsh disaster zone of a planet they once could identify but no longer.

We made a pact that we would remain underground for another couple of years while we waited to make sure there was not anything to be worried about. However, when we arose from our hideout, we saw the vibrant blue sky for the first time. It was mesmerizing, the light was intensely bright. We strained to acclimate to the strange environment.

But the terra was still scarred with cooled magma.. it had dawned on them that the dinos in the stories are not here from the looks of it. Hew is new to this.

Thankfully, he can immensely grow up stronger without those wretched four-four-legged stompings all over it.

Scott smiled at Hew overlooking the sunrise again. Though the planet needs work to look like Bibilonia again, they were just happy to be alive considering. Though it appears the royal library has been completely obliterated, sending a momentary stir among the members of the meeting.

Another patriarch is needed direly as Z kept a top-down hierarchy, the only other royalty-inaugurated person is well by slim chances... I followed the same style as Z. I was beside him every day for 150 years, surprisingly, without going bonkers. I learned a lot about why Bibilonia is so great and why Bibilonians were so supportive of the hierarchy that was in place. It is effective, simple, and relatively stress-free for all parties.

We agreed on a pact between all Bibilonians to come together and rebuild Bibilonia into something greater, the first of a kind for humanity using the books we have gathered. An industrial environmental footprint-friendly above-ground city with waterways, bustling green cities, and big taverns. It took all the libraries to come together. In one hundred years, we have finally built some resemblance of our vision on a finite patch of soil.

This was, unfortunately, more strenuous since none accounted for the dense rock particles scattered that appear like lava rock but weigh more than lead by the ounce. The purpose is not known yet, other than our atmosphere must have extra cooked whatever it is.

The considerations only inspired us to move on.

Beginning with the concept drawing, we all worked together to decide where we wanted to be. The unanimous response to that was aligned with the setting and the rising of the sun.

Using a makeshift compass, we plotted where we would begin on the soil like a blueprint. Using our stick-drawn frame, we cleared the interior sections into two categories; one was just for junk whereas the other was suited solely for useful building materials.

The ground was heavy with debris from the c*****e that unfolded after the meteorite. We have all been told the story and seen paintings of it.

Attaching a stone-carved spade head onto the same drawing stick led to our first shovel idea. It took a few debates to decide where the waterways would run. But we made an agreement to have the waterways running through the middle, so we could have the middle most as a park.

Using the old style building style of mortared stone walls and our bungalow style thatch roofing to make some cozy single-story houses and retail shops throughout the Bibilonian city. While builders were at work engineering their roads and then structures using the stability the stone road gave the building plots.

Stonemasons finished the building foundations and thereafter began gathering stones to finish the cobbled walking paths between the city areas to help make sure nobody loses a boot or worse between the gaps the builders leave for irrigation then later backfill with gavel base.

Everyone required a break from the hustle of constructing Bibilonia,

Z led everyone to the shoreside hoping the water was friendly so he could treat everyone with a small intermission in the middle of the short work day. Everyone concurred this was the best option.

Tony bolted in front of everyone, his excitement coursing through his veins as he accelerated into the murky water with a splash,

It smelled a little murky but it should be fine, as Tony frolicked around the lake for a few minutes until he felt something ominous in the water. His enteric nervous system said to flee quickly.

Tony nearly drowned himself, swimming to shore flailing water frantically as if he was being chased by something. Everyone bailed the same, feeding off his fear which had Tony completely paralyzed. We have a problem. Z the Zealion empire has evolved to something unprecedented, grabbing Z’s collar and pulling him down closer to him. They look like the twisted version of mermaids chasing me with spears. How did they evolve?

Z excited the shore, hastily encouraging everyone to leave as well, just to make sure we are not dealing with something worse than just a water creature. Quite happy to start building again, the crew began on an assembly line; some were making thatch roofs to attach, stonemasons built foundation walls and pathways, while builders worked the timber frame to hold the roofing to the stone foundation below. They were also tasked with lamp posts dotted around to light the city.

Z focused on building a new forge to work on weapons, while Henry helped the matriarchs build the counters, shelves, and chairs for the tavern.

It was small but habitable for only 150 Bibilonians counting me and Hew. As we progress through the iron age in our new home, this will expand. We are sure of it.

Some generations down the line, we found a way to begin removing and reusing the volcanic rock for better pathways. We had some seeds we took from the library to build crops and food innovation so that we can grow crops without foreign materials messing with our crop health. Since the last attempted, crops did not survive.

I made my prominent tavern a reality after trial and error in the brewing process. Let's not talk about my cooking. That is a story for another long hot day with plenty of time to chat.

Well, I'd say more about my cooking skills but Grandma decided to pitch in to make the menu. Save all parties from unwanted embarrassing events.

Accessing the libraries of all the books of the great Bibilonians yore have written, sadly we did lose some but not all. We rebuilt the water system first so we could get fresh water to the village easily.

To survive the middle ages, so to speak, everything blew up industrially and economically. We are now holding the annual Bibilonia Gladiator Games to find worthy knights to keep the community at peace. Everything is panning out well.

A glorious outdoor cathedral was built for this magnificent weekly event that has improved the city's culture.

It was a blustery, chilly night amidst the rather rural mountainous region. Where there used to be a whole village that now lay mere foundations. Z stood in confusion as his whits came about, believing it to be futile to try to move during the night, resting underneath a weeping willow. The morning emerged quickly as he woke sore from the events of which he could not remember.

Stumbling away from the foothills of the mountains where many trees have left their brown leafy foliage.

Especially since Z had assembled a glorious comeback from the dead day, he trudged into town with his armor torn to pieces and burn scars canvassed his flesh.

Your king has returned. Who is in charge?' he questioned,

"It's alright, Scott your scribe. welcome home your majesty. l

Let's get you cleaned up, you seriously look like you were put through a wringer'. Scott turned to make their way into the bailey castle, checking back at the beat-up patriarch, pondering how he had emerged after so long. After all, he was fairly drained after the last game that sent him through a magic drought. Z appeared later fully restored, chilling in his jammies and robe drinking the finest Bibilonia Ail,