Chapter
28
Edited by Higashi
THE
FOUL TASTE OF BILE had been accompanying Julián the whole day. The
blizzard
that for the past hours had been relentlessly hitting
the car was too much for his nerves. He still couldn't understand how
Orion could drive under such conditions, or how he was able to see
through the dense snowfall. Despite the warmth inside the car, Julián
was terrified that her niece would be affected by the bitter
cold outside.
“We
are home,” Orion spoke for the first time in several hours as he
stopped the car in front of a mountain of snow.
Julián
looked at him incredulously. They were in the middle of nowhere!
Literally.
He
could only see a few trees bended under the weight of the snow and
piles upon piles of snow surrounding them.
“Do
you plan to live in an igloo?” he asked belligerently. His patience
was definitively at an end.
“Under
it, in fact” Orion answered nonchalantly, and Julian heard inside
his head the sound he had come to identify as Lýkos chuckles.
Right
in front of his eyes a snow pile began to crumble as something like a
gigantic garage door opened to reveal a
long line of lights buried in the stonewall
of what looked to be man-made tunnel.
The
car advanced through the dimly lit tunnel as it softly descended into
a much larger area
where many SUVs, heavy-duty vehicles and snowmobiles were orderly
parked in lines.
Julián
frowned.
There
were too many vehicles just for Orion to drive, even if he had
suddenly fallen head over heels with automobiles and decided that
driving was a good thing to do. Silently, he descended from the car
and picked Esperanza up
in his arms as Orion opened the door for Lýkos.
Julián
looked around and began to count the vehicles parked
there. He stopped after reaching thirty. Obviously, Orion wasn't
alone in that strange place.
“Back
so soon?” a well-known raspy voice asked, and Julián jumped
startled and turned
to see Sartanos standing next to them. Despite the chilling
temperature in the garage, he was only wearing a light sweater and
jeans, his black hair as
unkempt as usual.
“Are
you not freezing to death?” Julián couldn't help to ask.
“Freezing?
This
is just a bit of fresh air,” Sartanos chuckled. “But you're now
here to give us all the warmth we need.”
“Fuck
you!” Julián replied hotly, and Sartanos chortled, amused by the
boy's reaction.
“I
see that you brought something for the grill,” the man pointed at
the toddler fighting against her uncle to be set free on the floor.
“Keep
your hands away from her!” howled Julián.
“Next
time you feel the need of having a Guardian, please make sure that
he's from some royal line, won’t
you, Koiranos?” Sartanos complained, but Orion only shrugged,
unimpressed by the other man's taunts.
“We
will see in a few millennia.” Orion began to walk towards the large
door at the end of the garage, leaving everyone behind, only
accompanied by a happy to be at home Lýkos.
Julián
threw a murderous look at Sartanos, and it was the Warrior’s turn
to shrug like a twelve-year-old naughty boy.
“You
have no sense of humour. I was not going to grill your niece,” the
man said.
“With
all of you around,
one can’t be sure,” Julián mumbled as they stopped in front of a
heavy-duty, reinforced steel double door with only a very thick,
small glass panel in its centre.
Orion
placed his hand over a hand scanner at the right side of the door.
Shocked,
Julián saw the doors open to reveal a long white corridor, much
warmer than the garage. The double doors closed after them, and the
lights in the garage went dark.
Disoriented,
he followed Orion as he strolled through the corridor. As they
walked, he noticed that on the walls began to appear what he
recognised to be paintings from famous artists. The more doors they
crossed, the more paintings there seemed to be.
After
the fourth or fifth door, Julián lost all sense of direction, but he
felt happy that inside everything was so warm and well-lit.
At
one point, he stopped and gaped at a large painting from the
sixteenth century depicting several rubicund, blonde ladies scantly
clad, wearing pearls and strangely looking like the Muses.
“Nothing
like the ladies in Antwerp,” Sartanos said. “Pity there were not
many dark-skinned women at the time, but these were fine examples of
what a real woman should be like.”
“This
looks so much like The
Three Graces
I saw once
in
El Prado,” Julián said.
“Maybe
you're not a hopeless case, after all. Perhaps in a century or two,
it will
be interesting to talk to you,” Sartanos said ironically, and
Julián fulminated him with his eyes. “The
author that painted the one in El Prado also painted this one here.
Rubens,”
he carefully pronounced the artist's name as if Julián were a
toddler in the kindergarten. “These women represent the Arts.”
“I
had already guessed that,” Julián snapped.
“Really?
Can you name them?” Sartanos challenged him.
“I
would send you to hell, buy maybe I would have to suffer you there
too,” Julián said, and Sartanos laughed full heartedly.
Orion
and Lýkos watched them without much interest, perhaps glad that now
Sartanos would be busy making the Guardian's life hard and leave them
alone.
Just
a second before Julián said
something nasty to Sartanos, the door at the end of the corridor
opened.
“What
a beautiful baby!” a woman in her mid-twenties shouted in ecstasy,
and Julián turned around to see a tall blonde coming towards them as
she extended her arms to carry Esperanza.
Silently,
Julián put her niece down, and she walked insecurely towards the
lady.
“She's…”
Orion started to introduce the woman, but realised
he had forgotten her name.
“Ileana,
from Ukraine,” Sartanos supplied the name in no time and with no
hesitations. “Neurosurgeon. But I guess she knows something about
paediatrics too.”
“Of
course, I do,” she knelt down to be at the toddler’s level and
was happy when the child hugged her. “It's
an honour to meet you, Seer,” she addressed Orion with a respectful
voice, but he didn't bother to cast another look at her.
“Show
Julián around, Sartanos,”
Orion said nonchalantly and walked away, more interested in attending
pending issues than in staying to chat with the humans. Lýkos, of
course, went with him.
“Don't
let his manners upset you,” Sartanos shrugged. “He was cast out
of Gloriana's court just because of them.”
“Of
whom?”
“The
Not-So-Virgin Queen? Gloriana?”
“Elizabeth
Tudor,” Julián corrected him mildly.
“Her
court name was Gloriana, child. Regina Gloriana. Don't they teach you
anything these days?”
“Sartanos,
we
travelled from France almost nonstop, I wish to have no further
discussions with you on the sex of angels. For all I care, they can
be sexless.”
“Your
loss. My dialectical skills were greatly admired in the past,”
Sartanos shrugged and smiled at the woman quietly playing with
Esperanza. “My dear, could
you give him the short tour? Do not be too concerned about his
boorish manners. He does his best to learn.”
“Certainly,
sir” she replied and rose to her feet, holding Esperanza by the
hand.
“I'll
see you at dinner, then,” Julián said with false sweetness as he
thought how nice it would be to see Sartanos falling on his face.
Julián
had not yet
gathered Esperanza into his arms when he heard the noise of someone
hitting the floor hard. Biting his lip, he turned around and watched
in false
concern how Sartanos rose from the floor, brushing his right knee.
“Are
you hurt?”
“Witch,”
growled Sartanos and walked away with what
little dignity he had left.
The
woman watched the silent exchange between the immortals but
couldn't understand a thing. The youth was one of them, no
doubt about that. It could be seen in the way he treated and was
treated by the Seer and one of the Warriors. All she had received
from the other men was haughtiness and barely concealed contempt.
“My
name is Julián, and she is my niece, Esperanza,” the boy said, and
she gaped. Did the immortal had a real blood family, or was it only a
way to look human?
“I’m
Ileana.”
“Are
you a real doctor?”
“One
of the many here,” she answered nervously.
“Many?”
“We
need many for the three hundred persons living here. I'm a
neurosurgeon,
Khatchik is our
paediatrician. He's very good with children.”
“Are
there any children around here?” As far as Julián knew, children
were not included in Orion's list of things worth living with.
“Around
fourteen, aged
zero to three. They were all born here, after people moved in and
couples started to form. Esperanza will have some playmates.”
“Couples?”
“For
the future. We came here single, and maybe we’ll find our mate
here. The Lords never say much. They only give us a few guidelines
and oversee our work. They created this place and brought us here.”
“Do
you know what is going on? Outside, I mean.”
“The
plague. Yes, I do. I was one of the first people to describe the
prion
that causes it. Lord Agapetos contacted me because of that, and later
on he invited me here. It was a long journey up here.”
“If
you are a scientist, then you know that
there
is no salvation for you,” Julián said calmly.
“I'm
clean from it. I did all what the Lords told me to do.” The woman
was very sure of her words. “I'm not sick, if that is what worries
you.”
“Are
there any other lords around?”
“Lord
Kallikrates and Lord Nikostratos, but Lord Sartanos and Lord Agapetos
are the ones who spend more time with us.”
“I
see.” Julián head spun around. There
were four other Warriors around? Life would get interesting if they
started
to mark the trees—literally-speaking
in at least one case.
“I'll
show you around, but if you want, we can first
go to the nursery so the child can be fed and play before her
bedtime.”
“That
would be wonderful,” replied Julián, still wondering
how on earth Orion had accepted to have a nursery under his own roof,
or well, under his own new cave.
The
corridors were well illuminated; the soft,
warm lights caused no pain to his sensitive eyes. For a second,
Julián had the impression that they were descending further down
into
the ground, but he said nothing. A few people passed by them and
greeted the woman warmly as she returned their
greeting with equal affection.
Everywhere
he looked, he saw mankind’s artworks, many of them old and
priceless, just like the gigantic Rubens he had seen a while before.
“We
are a bit crammed at the moment,” Ileana said with a smile when
Julián stopped in front of a large, black stone statue that looked
very similar to those Assyrian lions he had once
seen
in a book.
“We
hope to build more rooms in the future, but as this is a
well-controlled atmosphere, the pieces can remain here.”
“How
big is this place?”
“The
complex? About three or
four
square kilometres in total, so far.”
“That
big?”
“It's
enough for us, and you should take into account that in a few years
there will be more of us; if we are lucky, that is.”
“When
was all this built?”
“The
first tunnels, in the early eighties, I think. Lord
Sartanos and Lord Agapetos know better. They designed almost
everything. You should ask them.”
She
turned to the left in one of the corridors and decidedly pushed the
button of a
non-descriptive metal door. It opened to reveal a large playground
with six toddlers playing with some wooden toys on a colourful carpet
while two women watched over them.
Esperanza
giggled when she saw the other babies and walked towards them,
forgetting about her uncle.
“She'll
be fine and be taken to bed later. Don't worry,” a tall, young,
brunette girl said.
“I
guess so,” replied Julián, secretly glad to be ridden of the
responsibility of looking after Esperanza, if only for a little
while. It was in that moment that
he realised how utterly tired he was. He only wanted to rest and
continue to mend his relationship with Orion.
Esperanza
had let herself fall
onto her nappies and didn't seem to mind that Julián wasn’t with
her, so interested she was examining a ragged doll.
“I'll
show you the park now,” Ileana interrupted his musings. “The baby
will be fine here.”
Julián
followed her silently, passing another set of hallways and taking
many more turns until they arrived to a large set of glass doors that
automatically opened for them.
Julián
was astounded by the large trees growing inside a
huge arboretum. As he crossed the entrance, his skin felt the warm,
wet breeze so typical of greenhouses.
He
walked along a path made of small pebbles towards the nearest giant
tree. It was covered in moss and proudly showed some orchids daringly
hanging from its branches. Thinking that it had to be a plastic
recreation, Julián touched the tree’s bark. It felt real.
The
smell of wet vegetation invaded his nostrils and tickled
his brain. The grass under his shoes felt real and smelled as
if it had been recently cut.
Julián
held his breath and looked upwards at the perhaps-twenty-metres-high
ceiling.
There
was no crystal, only a series of silver, metallic half-domes that
reflected the plants below in a distorted way. They alternated
with huge
lamps that cast a delicate light over the plants.
“How
can you keep them alive?” Julián asked in awe.
“There
is a remote skylight for that. The Sky Collector. It is a series of
solar panels that filter the sunlight through an optic fibre cable
that
distributes it all over the underground,” Ileana explained him
gently.
“Those
mirror-like umbrellas you see are the distributors; they reflect the
non-harmful rays that carry the wavelengths necessary to support
photosynthesis, enabling the plants to grow indoors in a rich
hydroponics solution. Only here, in the park, we have real earth for
the trees, the rest relays on hydroponics.”
“Is
there enough to feed the people here?”
“I'm
not into that, but most of the greens that we, or the animals, eat
come from the outside. We are working on this system as a backup for
when the whole economic system collapses and we become unable to
import anything more. The sunlight is not very reliable at this
latitude. Either there is a lot of it, or there is none—unlike the
moon which is always there. There are special sets of batteries in
the lowest levels that store energy, but I don't know much about
them. Lord Sartanos designed them using graphene, and they last
indefinitely.”
Julián
stared at her and took a deep breath in, digesting the information.
Everything looked so peaceful and organized that it scared him. The
park reminded him of the forest in Portugal or the woods around the
house in Les Eyzies, but there was something missing from it.
The
garden was too perfect. Calculated to the millimetre. As if someone
had used a ruler and a compass to decide where to place the orchids.
There
was nothing here of the chaos he had associated with life.
The
woman standing in front of him also looked perfect. Flawless.
Orion's
Brave New World is just… that. Perfection as beauty. Nothing else.
There's no place for mistakes or ugliness.
But
instead of feeling depressed at the idea of living in such a
controlled world, Julián felt exhilarated. He had seen (and
suffered) his share of ugliness, and this was a place to start
everything anew, to get rid of the mistakes of the past.
“Have
you seen the flocks of reindeer?” Ileana asked a little worried
when the Guardian remained silent.
“Are
they tasty?” Julián gulped as he recovered himself from his
trance. The idea of that kind of meat in the menu was unappetizing
for him. Maybe reindeers were good for the
Eskimos, but he was made to eat chicken, fish, cows and pigs.
“It
depends on how good the cook is,” she answered playfully, and
Julián smiled back at her nervously. “No, it's actually good,”
she told him, convinced of her words.
“Glad
to hear that. Is the ‘no corn, no wheat’ rule also enforced
here?”
“Yes,
it is, but there are many samples of the original, unmodified plants
stored in the vault. Maybe my great grandchildren will find some use
for them. The gardens here are more for leisure than a real need.”
“Who
designed all this?”
“Lord
Sartanos and Lord Agapetos. They are light-years ahead of us in their
way of thinking. Once they learn something from our fields, the
extent to which they can further develop it is amazing. There are
other scientists and engineers working with them, but they do most of
the creative work.”
The
youth could only nod and followed her meekly as she prattled about
the species planted in the garden.
Ileana
was more than happy to explain him the different jobs at the “City”
and how the work was split among everybody. She was in charge of the
infirmary, along with seven other doctors who had left everything
behind just to follow their dream of refunding mankind.
For
Julián, it was strange to see that the humans living here were not
afraid of the “immortals” and instead showed them a respect that
bordered on servitude.
He
continued to follow Ileana, barely paying attention to her words,
along the other corridors and halls. He was taken to the deepest
underground levels were the large array of solar batteries were
stored, to the different workshops where some people fixed equipment
while others sewed clothes, to the kitchens where all food was
prepared, to the labs and a small hospital with the latest medical
equipment, and
to the meeting halls.
All
the humans he met during
their walk were aged between their twenties and (in a few cases)
early forties. They were all single and hadn’t known each other
before taking residence in the underground compound.
“From
where does the money come to pay for all this?” he asked when they
entered the gigantic library that was two levels underground. His
sight could not stop wandering across the endless
lines of closed bookshelves containing priceless volumes.
Julián
gasped when he saw a room inside the library full with humming
servers and racks
overloaded with small boxes he identified as some kind of data
storage disks.
“If
you were to live several thousand years, don't you think that would
give you enough time to store some riches?” she answered sweetly.
“The Lords paid
for everything, and I believe they traded their skills to obtain
security and protection for this place.”
“Not
that they need much protection, anyway,” mumbled Julián as his
fingers reverently touched the shiny methacrylate surface of the
boxes. “I wouldn't like to start an open war with someone who can
summon hurricanes and
turn your army into mindless zombies, or with a nasty guy who
believes in the beauty of ultrasonic weapons.”
Ileana
looked at him shocked. “Are
the Lords able to…?”
“Do
that?” Julián completed the sentence and shrugged. “Let's don't
find out, shall
we?” Julián chortled. “Being several thousand years old is bad
enough. That gives you enough creative bile to obliterate the human
race.”
The
woman looked at him transfixed, slowly breathing in and out. “I'll
introduce you to Lord Agapetos. He must be in his office now,” she
said nervously.
“We
have all the time in the world to meet each other. Could you
better tell me where are Ori—I mean, Lord
Koiranos rooms?”
“I
can't go as far as there, but I can show you where they are located.”
Being
handed over from
person to person was something Julián hated with a passion. It made
him feel like the beggar at the employment office waiting for an
officer to stamp his papers and then being told to go to another desk
to check his “career advancing opportunities”, like, for example,
getting another six-months benefits package.
But
this occurrence had been repeating quite frequently since Ileana had
deposited him in “the capable hands of Terence”.
Terence,
the engineer, was in his late thirties and had given Julián ‘the
grand tour’ through the hydroponic orchard, the central command
room and the storage rooms.
Julián
had never been as happy as when
the man's enthusiastic explanation about gigantic solar batteries was
interrupted by a young girl who came
to fetch them for dinner.
At
dinner, he had had almost no chance to speak with Orion, who had been
busy talking with his “brothers”. Afterwards, Julián had been
handed over—again—now to a young, blond man around his age, to be
escorted to Orion's rooms.
Julián
had to chew his lower lip to keep his jealousy at bay. The doll
standing in front of him obviously wasn't a geneticist, although he
prattled and prattled about the basis of their new political system
and about how excited he was to learn that Julián was a historian,
“We now have someone who can keep record of all what we do here.”
However,
all Julián could think about was: If
you were in charge of Orion's rooms, then you were doing something
more than just tiding up.
Julián
barked a good-bye to the boy the minute he entered the large bedroom
decorated with many of the things that used to be at Orion's bedroom
in Portugal. He slammed the door in the other boy's face.
Seething,
Julián removed his clothes and rummaged through the wardrobe looking
for something to wear to bed. Finally, he found his own set of
pyjamas and marched towards the shower.
There
were so many things going through his head. The compound was huge and
obviously designed to hold a large group of humans and
keep them healthy and happy, as if they were educated cattle.
As
far as he knew, Orion did not care for—hated, despised—humans and
their society: He ‘read’ about them but kept an aseptic distance
from them.
And
yet, here he was, supporting and keeping a large number of humans if
he were to judge by the many he had seen at dinnertime in the large
dinning hall where all the people met every night.
There,
Julián
had been introduced to four or five more persons, all of them highly
educated and polite to him. These men and women were the “council”,
which
made all the decisions about the ruling of the community. They were
“elected” based on their skills and performance by a computer
program that randomly changed them from time to time.
“If
I were to make the decision, this would only sparkle hatred and fuel
internal divisions,” had said Orion nonchalantly when asked why a
machine made a decision that should be his to make. “An algorithm
can be modified to favour some people over others, but most
humans
believe a computer to be a fair judge.”
During
dinner, for the first time in his life, Julián had hated with a
passion being the centre of attention.
People
addressed him as “Guardian” or “Lord Guardian” and didn't
feel compelled to use his name. It appeared that the humans were
quite taken by his status and ‘skills’, as the all mighty Lord
Agapetos had whispered to him during the dessert, made only of fresh
fruits.
Contrary
to Lýkos or Sartanos, Agapetos was a quiet, drawn man. From what
Julián had heard, it seemed that Agapetos was considered to be some
kind of technological genius, and he had designed most of the
compound’s “habitat” by himself. He was as tall as Orion and
had the same reddish-brown hair and grey eyes.
Agapetos
didn't like to be spoken to or to be formally addressed. That would
make him blush in front of his interlocutor and reply in a very
confused manner or simply ignore the question, which gave him an aura
of mystery.
At
least he behaves like an ordinary man, Julián
had thought.
In
truth, he didn't know what to make out of the shy giant. He suspected
that perhaps Orion and Agapetos were blood-related. He wouldn’t go
as far as to say they were brothers. But cousins, maybe? Orion had
treated him differently, without the haughty tones or the hostile
contempt he showed Sartanos. Even Lýkos had rubbed himself against
Agapetos like a puppy.
Lýkos
had also
sat at the table with the other Warriors and human councillors. He
had looked regal as he sat on a high chair and looked down at the
humans. Julián had noticed that the people who served Lýkos did
their best to avoid any kind of physical contact with the wolf.
Julián
had been so tired that he had had trouble following the conversation
taking place around him or the explanations being given. He had only
showed a brief interest in how the day was organized for the
children, but not much besides that.
In
the sanctuary of Orion’s bedroom, the weariness of the trip began
to settle in his bones. Julián yawned, thinking that a hot shower
would feel incredible. His neck cracked when he moved it, and he
headed for the bathroom.
He
felt slightly disappointed when he turned the water on and realised
that the shower was one of those energy-saving devices with more hot
air than water in it. Still, the scalding temperature felt blissful
to his sore neck, which kept making strange cracking noises
when Julián twisted his head from side to side.
The
water went cold and Julián turned the tap off. He dried himself
with a large towel and dressed in his pyjamas.
The
huge bed was the same one from Portugal. Julián sighed happily at
its sight and moved away the fur covers Orion loved so much. He slid
under the covers and struggled to find a comfortable position. His
bones ached, stiff from so many hours in a car. He was tired beyond
his dreams but happy to be there.
In
a strange way, everything fitted to what he had always desired
society to be. Things here were
clean,
orderly, accepting, non problematic.
“Why
were
you so upset with Paul? Has he done something to you?” Orion asked
frowning deeply when he entered the room and saw Julián buried under
the covers.
“You
tell me,” the youth snapped. He had already forgotten about the
‘doll’, but apparently Orion somehow cared about him.
“How
would I know? I didn't unpack your things or your niece's. If
something is missing, ask him to replace it.”
Orion
sat on the bed and began to untie his boots. He still wore the same
crumpled two-days-old clothes from the trip, as if he hadn’t had
time to change, busy with the “councillors” and inspecting the
place.
“Why?”
growled Julián as his blood began to boil the same way
it did every time Orion evaded the question or deliberately
misunderstood him.
“Because
you become absolutely impossible when it comes to your things.”
“No.
Why are you doing this?
You’ve always said that you don’t care much about people and
that, in fact, you were happy that the humans had managed to
extinguish themselves. You're an antisocial person.”
“Yes,
I am.”
“But
here I've seen libraries, art collections, computers, all kinds of
technological gizmos—which you hate with your soul, I might
add—that are being used to protect the environment. And surprise!
People are happy to see you. Why?”
“We
decided to give mankind another chance,” Orion answered
laconically.
“And
you rescued as many pieces of our society as you could and have given
your protection to these people without asking for anything in
return. What I don't understand is why
you did it all by yourselves and in secrecy. Why didn't you join
efforts with all the politicians or the rich guys that came to you?
With your information and ideas, they could
have built something a thousand times bigger than this place and
given everybody another chance.”
Orion's
hand began to draw imaginary lines on the fur cover, his eyes lost in
the ripples of fox hair.
“It
was a fortunate coincidence you wanted to study history,” Orion
said softly, and Julián looked at him bemused by the apparent non
sequitur. “You are still interested in people, and you
can understand their hopes and fears. I cannot.”
Julián
opened his mouth, but a single glance from Orion made him keep quiet.
“You
are not only the Guardian between our worlds, but the guardian of
their lore. You will record
all what they say or do, and maybe, this time we will remember them,
since it will be one of us who prevents the sands of time from
burying them.
“These
humans will not be forgotten, Julián. Their new society will not be
forgotten. They will cease to be the forgotten ones.
“It
is not a men's society what we are creating here. It's our
society, built under the Moon God’s guidance. The Warriors and I
have agreed to teach men what we know. To show them how to live as we
used to do before the War. Men must follow our rules, not theirs.
“When
you came to us, you were shocked that I treated Lýkos as my equal.
You thought I was crazy according to
what you were taught to think by your society.
“Wolves
were the lords in my land. They
could destroy everything in the blink of an eye. To become friends
with them was something sacred; an honour. The moon-warriors taught
us how to get
closer to the wolves. This was the way before. Men were no different
from animals.
“The
Sun taught their children to feel themselves superior to
beasts. Agriculture made men less dependant on nature. They could
control crops better than beasts. Humans became arrogant, selfish and
envious of the moon-warriors, who where our guides and protectors.
Men built cities and armies, and marched against us.”
Julián
was rendered speechless by Orion's speech. He could feel something
shifting inside of him.
Once
more, he faced the abyss of destruction. This time, however, he
wasn't afraid of the fall.
He
took a deep breath and erased his last concerns over mankind from his
mind. Perhaps he would forget the people he had known in his previous
life, perhaps not.
It
was immaterial.
All
that mattered to him was here, in the Habitat.
“I
would have never obeyed nor allied with men, Julián. They are not
our friends or allies. This has been the way for centuries. I only
used them,” Orion finally stated what Julián already knew.
“So
from the beginning you planned to let them die? To save only a few of
them? What about the rest?” Julián's mind was focused on the
chronicle he would write. The beginnings of their society, built upon
the ashes of previous civilizations.
Like
it has always been.
The
realization gave Julián comfort. He only wanted to know what each
Warrior had
contributed to the Habitat. What each person had done for the
Community.
What
they would all do and create together. The rest were ashes swept away
by time.
“We
don't need more people,” Orion explained him gently. He too had
felt the change in Julián. “Humans didn't leave many of us alive
when they fell upon us. They hunted us down.
And they would have kept doing it if they hadn’t needed us for
their petty wars.
“The
Moon God dictated who and how many we would be allowed to keep for
his service and glory.”
“Are
you telling me that a god made a list of the people he wanted to
save?” Julián frowned displeased. That was not the idea he had had
in mind for the beginning of his history book. It was a myth. But
perhaps he would have to change his ideas, too.
“I
saw most of the people who are here today in my meditations, and my
brothers identified them.”
“Did
you ever see me before we met?”
“No,
never. I was quite shocked with your coming.”
Julián
went silent. He breathed slowly,
doing his best to calm down his nerves and organize his thoughts. The
Habitat was the perfect place to start rebuilding it all. Maybe he
wouldn't be writing a history book in the strict sense of the word,
but
something more along the lines of a religious book.
It
would be worth it.
He
would need Lýkos' help, of course,
to put everything in perspective. Orion's
thinking was biased by his beliefs. The wolf had more common sense
and was more down to earth than
all the Warriors together.
“What
is going to happen now?” Julián whispered, still overwhelmed but
exhilarated at the titanic task unfolding in front of his eyes.
“What
should be. What will be. It's a new world that unfolds in front of
us.”
Finis
November
19th,
2014
Thank you so much!
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ReplyDeleteAaand... It's a wrap! Congratulations! \(^o^)/
ReplyDeleteJulián's journey has come to an end. Well. Sort of.
It never fails to give me goosebumps me reading Juliáns final step into becoming the Guardian, how at long last he closes the door on the last shred of his mortal humanity. He has finally achieved emotional and intelectual detachment from the tragedy that is about to fall upon the world, efectively drawing the line between him and mankind.
When he close the book, we leave Julián looking into the future with the same quasi-divine aloofness that lies in Orion's eyes. It's disturbing. The *very* good kind of disturbing.
Great job! ^_^
Can't believe it has come to an end! What a strange but incredible voyage you took us on with those two. Thank you again for such a wonderful story!!!
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Thanks so much Tionne, it has been a wonderful journey like always. Love your writing.
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I loved this book. Reading about Julian's evolution was challenging and fascinating. We witnessed how he gradually lost his humanity and everything that bound him to this world and yet gained reliable partners and got to know himself better. As I reached the end, I had a feeling of satisfaction but I still wanted to know more, about the continuation of Julian's journey and about the secondary characters that were introduced in the last book. In my opinion, it is the perfect way to end a book. Congrats!
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Dear Tionne
ReplyDeleteToday I just bought the paperback copy from Lulu. So I can read it again =)
Thank you so much for all of your stories!!
Helene
Dear Tionne,
ReplyDeleteI am a writer as well. I do not think I am as good as you but enjoy my own little triumphs. I enjoy editing a lot as well. I am so excited you have begun work on The Substitute III! I began doing a little editing on it and was not sure how to contact you so that I could show you and you can view it. I would be glad to provide my help for free because I am such a big fan and enjoy the books so much. i read and reread your books many times. I own one copy of the Substitute and two of The Substitute II. I loved it so much I wore out my soft cover version and had to buy a hard cover. I started editing the first chapter of III and was curious if you would like to review what I have done further in case you would like to take me up on my offer. I can upload to a cloud so you can look at it or email it directly to you. I have the document color coded and have just started on about the first page thus far. I am a native English speaker and am a college grad so no worries there. Please let me know if you are interested. I have included my email. fmacuna@asu.edu Thanks, Fawn
Happy New Year Tionne!! Hope you are doing well and the boys (Klaus, Karl, and Kurt) are behaving and not getting into too much mischief. :)
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L.S.
Read this and made me think of Konrad's Italian family. I could see him forbidding the children from playing football in the halls. :)
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Miss you Tionne! Hope you are doing well!
Cheers,
L.S.
Anyone knows what's with Tionne? It has been forever since she has updated this blog. Hope she's doing fine.
ReplyDeleteNo clue! She may just be busy with work/family stuff, but I do hope she's well. :(
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Hi L.S.
DeleteI check this blog several times a week. Hopefully she is ok.
Hi cathy, I also check this blog every few weeks. I hope she's fine.
DeleteHi Cathy, i'm also has been checking her blog from september last year. I hope u r fine tionne, My pray for you :)
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Just thinking of you dear Tionne. Hope all is well for you and that we'll hear from you soon.
ReplyDeleteBest,
L.S.
Hi there,
ReplyDeleteI looked for a private e-mail address to send this message, but could not find one, so I'm posting on your latest blog entry. Just wanted to express my gratitude for what I've so far read of your work. I really enjoyed "The Substitute"! Funnily enough I discovered a Russian translation of it ( https://ficbook.net/readfic/2555625 ) even though I am American and live in New York, but I speak Russian because I am an immigrant from Ukraine. I am thrilled to find your blog and read excerpts of other works, and would love to purchase the epub versions of them all. I do hope you are well and I am very excited to be able to publicly join your fanclub :)
Dear author!You can not imagine,how many people from Russia loves "The Substitute" novel very much!We all hope you are well and will write a lot of books in future!
ReplyDeleteHi everyone! Good to know that I am not the only one who checks this blog from time to time. Hopefully Tionne is fine and will update this blog soon.
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HI Guys....so i asked Higashi last time, and this is the reply :
ReplyDeleteHigashi19 de septiembre de 2016, 18:05
Hi, back!
No worries at all. =)
Happy to report that Tionne has just been busy finishing writing and editing the third book in The Substitute saga.
Sadly, some health issues haven't allowed her to return to her blog. It's possible that she'll make a comeback to announce the publication of TS3, though.
Let's fan-squee together when that happens! ^_~
Cheers!
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DeleteThanks a lot for the update.
ReplyDeleteThat's wonderful news! I had a feeling her absence was due to her health, but I'm so happy to hear she is okay. :) Hope we hear from her soon. I miss hearing about what the 'boys' are up to.
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>hooplahoop3491
ReplyDeleteThank you for sharing the news.
It really made my day :).
I'm happy to hear she is doing well and writing.
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>Eonen
The Substitute has a translation in Russian!
Wow.
Once I also considered translating it into Japanese for a fleeting moment.
Her story is really thrilling, having depth and addictive ;).
I can't stop reading her books since two years ago, but few people know her over here.
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Occasionally I wonder how the story that Guntram is speaking and thinking in Spanish would look.
Thanks to her writing in English, I could read quickly and enjoy them more. But I would like to read them in Spanish version too.
(Not good enough though, Spanish is my third language (?) anyway :) ).
I'm sure her works are definitely worthy to be published by certain publisher, if she write them in her native language.
Merry Christmas, Tionne! Hope you and your family are well. Hope the "boys" are behaving, and not being terribly difficult. :)
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L.S.
Hope you are doing well, Tionne! I've been rereading Into the Lion's Den, and was thinking of what sort of mischief the children are getting up to these days.
ReplyDeleteAll the best,
L.S.
Hey L.S.
DeleteLike you, I check this blog several times per month. Just hope that Tionne is doing fine. It worry me that she didn't post anything since such a long time
How have you been, Tionne? I check back often in hopes that you have an update. Where ever you are, whatever you are doing, hope that you are well.Come back soon, maybe an update on your recent status?
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