Future and Past (standard:science fiction, 5435 words)
Author: Mazrim Taim	Added: Jan 04 2001	Views/Reads: 3698/2390	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
Hello, this is my second submission, and I am still writing it. I heavily want feedback so please email me. This is the story of the forces of eternity against the breakers of time, and a resurrection in the future stemming from the past.

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ball in a ball so tight, nothing could either enter or escape and 
hurled it at Jimmy who screamed, and went straight through the crowds 
and his back slammed into the brick wall. He lay unconscious, his limp 
form spurting blood from all over. The crowd immedietly stopped 
cheering for who they wanted to win and fell into a hushed silence, and 
stayed entranced for a period of about 3 seconds then snapped out of it 
and half then surrounded Mike and started at him in awe, with a new 
found respect. The rest ran towards Jimmy's dieing form. What the fuck 
happened, what have I done, shit he is fucking dieing, I have to do 
something. He prodded his way through the crowds to Jimmy's slumped 
form. Damn, he did look fucked. He placed his hands on his head, and 
then light seemed to stream out of his hands, into the dieing body, 
infusing it with life, zappings its channeler of his strength. Mike 
then passed out, as light overcame him... 
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Chapter 2- The realization Mike awoke in the nurse's office, tired as 
hell, and feeling like shit. He had no recollection of what happened. 
Shit, I feel fucked. He turned his head to the left, and saw Jimmy, 
perfectly healthy. It then came back to him like a torment. How can 
this be, his nose was cracked in two, his right ear had been hanging 
off his face, his hair was burned, and his legs were inside out before. 
What the fuck did I do, I touch his head, and poof he is better. "Oh 
good, both of you are awake. That was a nasty fall you two took. 
Strange, it was in the same place in the hall outside my office. We are 
having it fixed as we speak. You two passed out for quite a bit." said 
the school nurse. What the fuck? We didn't fall, we kicked each other's 
asses. Well, better play it like this for now, can't get suspended for 
a trip. "Oh yes nurse, it was a nasty fall. Have them fix that tile 
immedietly. I still dont feel so good, so is it alright if I go home." 
Asked Mike "Sure, I already called your mom. Your free to go." Mike,  
arose from his sitting position, and proceeded to test his legs, which 
before were battered to the point of no recognition. The signs of any 
duress suffered on his part of Jimmys were non-existant. He decided to 
further test out his theory, or knowledge as it was seemingly becoming, 
that what had happened had been forgotten. "Hey Jimmy, were still cool 
right?" "Uh, sure whatever you say dude. Hey nurse I need to go, my 
girlfriend is waiting for me outside." Mike picked up his belongings 
and proceeded towards the locker area, but then remembered he had never 
made it as far as obtaining a locker that afternoon. So he walked to 
the parking lot instead, opened up the door to his 93 Chrysler Le 
Baron, red convertible, started the engine and left. On the drive home 
Mike's mind was a plethora of emotions. One on side of the spectrum he 
was glad he did not get his ass kicked, well that he was not hurt, and 
the other was bewilderment. First I get a strange feeling of energy 
welling up in me and I "pushed" it at Mike and it decimated him, and 
then I seemingly place my hands on his head and we bouth walk away 
without a scratch, except for this fucking headache. His head was 
throbbing like there was a mining operation going on inside with a 
frenzy that led him to believe they were trying to mine more gold than 
there was the world in one minute inside his head. Luckily, his house 
was the next left. Mike turned his blinker on, waited at the light, and 
made a left turn, and then a right into his driveway, shut off the car, 
and exited, and then entered the house to find a note for his mother: 
"I heard you were not feeling well today, so here is $10 for dinner. I 
unfortunately will be out of town for the next week on a business trip. 
I should hopefully be in NY within 5 hours, its a quasi-long flight 
from here in AZ. Your in charge, dont do anything stupid or I will have 
to rethink the privelages I grant you. Not most others would trust 
their 17 year old sons to be alone in the house for a week, but you 
have earned it with your actions. Have a nice week. I will call you 
when I have a chance."- Mom Just fucking great, she's gone again, she's 
gone more than she is here. What a mom. She didn't even remember to 
leave me money for the rest of the week. $10 will not provide much 
substinence for a week. Ring! Ring!, Figuring it was his mother calling 
to give him her credit card numbers because she forgot to leave him 
money, he walked to the phone and picked up the receiver. Before he 
even had a chance to greet the caller, the words "It has begun. Rise to 
 the future and bring the past" were said, and then the caller hung up. 
Mike went to go and check the caller id, but it was on fire. He quickly 
ran and got the fire extinguisher and quenched the flames. First that, 
and now this, maybe I need to get some sleep. Mike walked up the 
stairs, deposited himeslf on the bed, and joined the realm of the 
non-awake. But something awry happened, like none before. A woman 
dressed in red, 5"9, golden light blonde hair flowing to 2 inches past 
her shoulders, green eyes, legs supple, and long, and a complexion that 
radiated the sun. This was the most beautiful women he had ever seen. 
And to add to that, he did not feel like he was sleeping, he felt more 
alive than he had ever, yet he thought it had to be a dream, for he had 
not yet arisen from his bed. But it's so real, more real than being 
awake. He found himself facing the woman who was dressed in a tight red 
outfit, clinging to every inch of her body below her neck, down to her 
ankles, with slits on her legs running down the sides. How he yearned 
to touch. But he could not move. "You are probably wondering why you 
are here, who I am, what I am, and where you are." Chimed the woman of 
beauty. "Well allow me to explain, some, not all, more will come with 
time. I am Jesatt. You are on a bridge between the realm of existence, 
and the keep of non-existance. Here, times does not exist. This room is 
a representation of time. Look around the room, and tell me what you 
see." Jesett prodded Mike glanced, and was amazed at what he saw, 
actually didn't see. There was neither a begging nor ending to the 
room. It was a room of whiteness. No floor existed, but he still felt 
one, "First off lady, what the fuck are you talking about the realm of 
whatever and the keep of nothing? And how come I not falling through 
the sky, there is no frigging floor. And in answer to your question, I 
see a room with neither a beggining or an ending. Sounds like something 
out of a Robert Jordan Wheel of Time book. "There are neither 
begginings nor endings to the wheel of time" or something to that 
degree. It this a dream, or is this a sci-fi book come to life.?" 
Chided Mike. Jesatt laughed racuosly as if Mike had said a very funny 
joke. 

"Listen here, you will learn to respect me and I will learnt to respect
you, we must for the sake of what was and what is yet to come. What you 
see is a representation of time, like Jordan's wheel of time, I know 
all knowledge of what has happened, more on that later. There is much I 
know. I know who killed your father, and why he was killed. Oh you have 
much to learn. But I will start with the basics. This room is a 
representation of time. There is no beggining because time has always 
just simply existed, and there is no ending because time will not end, 
or will not, that is why you are here. There is only so much I can do 
right now. I can show you the end of what was. Jesatt walked over to 
Mike and placed her hands on his head, and he was transported to 
another reality, another time, another place, the past, the truth: 
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The Time had come. Etheras, the evil esteemed has arisen to power in 
the services of the enders. His full being encompassed the power of the 
enders, he was a focal point. He had secured a planet, planet earth, 
and made it his home base for his operations, which were to commence in 
one year to end time, and what was. He had taken control of all, except 
for one planet. The home base of the Esteemed, the magic wielders who 
tapped Unity, the driving force of the universe, of all creation. The 
Balance never acted the same, but in this period of time, instead of 
lowering one sides power after another's rose, it just kept rising the 
other. The period of peace which had lasted for 60 million years under 
the guiding hands of the Council of the Esteemed was to end. It had 
ended. War had torn planets and galaxies. A last ditch attack, was to 
be made. Etheras, and his planet., Earth were to be assaulted. The last 
200 remaining Esteemed, and the last remants of the Army of Eternity 
were to be involved. The anxiety reached its final climatic point, and 
after passing through the non-existant air defenses of the Planet Earth 
Why would he have no orbital defenses for spacecraft, surely he would 
know we would attack, thought Jehann, the landing crafts landed. The 
50,000 marines disembarked. They lined up in formations, in lines of 
10, creating a line 2.5 miles long of only men and women, who were most 
likely going to die trying to save what was from destruction. Wearing a 
black coat, with the designs of broken clocks on his bodice, he raised 
his hands, and channeled a bit of Unity so that his vocie would be 
elevated so that all could hear. In rumbling tones he spoke these 
words. "You have played straight into my hands, you are clay molded by 
my desires. My current desires is to stomp you flat, and perish every 
last one of you. You have no hope. Your effort is futile. Run and live 
while you can, or prepare to die." Decreed Etheras. "Forces of 
eternity, CHARGE! Prepare to die Etheras." Screamed Jehann. Jehann, a 
male that appeared to be about 23 years in age, stood resplendant in 
his Garb of the Esteemed. A silver bodice that fit smugly on his 
figure, showing off most of his assets. It acted as a focus point for 
Unity, and as armor. It helped the body heal itself, and was most 
importantly, a symbol of the power of Unity, and had a disc design, 
that swirled on each arm, a symbol of what the Esteemed stood for, 
Eternity. Once a member of the Co-council of the Esteemed with Etheras, 
the tides had turned. Etheras was now pure chaos. The marines charged, 
their silver and green body armor making them look like rocks 
reflecting the sun. About halfway towards Etheras, they split their 
ranks as the forces of Etheras came to combat them and charged. A huge 
volley of laser cannon was fired, splitting through the ranks of 
Ethera's forces, til none remained. They then started the charge on 
Etheras himself, but ran into a non-existant wall. Etheras raised his 
hands, and lightning cascasded down upon the marines who tried to run 
back and reform their ranks, but they were seemingly trapped in a box, 
until not a soul survived. 
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ith the word charge, Garsh led his troops forward at full speed into the
 ranks of Ethera's followers. They were only to be a diversion though. A
s the word "Split!" was yelled into the intercom, he led his ranks to th
e right as he felt the white hot fire of laser cannon to his left decima
ting the ranks of the Forces of Etheras. What glory in this battle. Bein
g the child of a military general for a father, and a high ranking estee
med for a mother, he finally had a chance to prove his honor. Even his d
eath would result in glory. He would go down in the history books for sa
ving what is. Forward he went along with his troops, and ran into a ston
e wall. That stone wall was air, there was nothing there, he ran into it
 again, and flew backwards ten feet. He took out his energy pistol and f
ired a round, and ducked just in time to get out of the way of the refle
cted shot, who mortally wounded a marine behind. As he stared in disbeli
ef at the bits of blown brain and blood on the ground next to him, all h
is misconceptions about war left him. War is not glory. This is not glor
y. We are all going to die. We are pigs to the butcher. Eternity be prai
sed. Those were his final thoughts as lightning came cascading down amon
g his ranks, killing all in its path. His remants of a legion tried to r
etreat, but they ran into another wall of air blocking their path. They 
all sunk to their knees and prayed for salvation, for the  world's salva
tion. Who knew what was to come. _______________________________________
_____________________________ The first attack having obviously failed, 
Plan B was put into action. 40 esteemed walked forward forming a column,
 and creating individual barriers to protect themselves and those behind
 them. If this failed, there was only one last hope, Jehann, and the Enh
ancer of Might. The barriers were erected, and the remaing 160 esteemed 
formed in columns of four behind their protectors, and linked. Terann wa
s to be in control. Reqlinquish your powersr to be my brothers and siste
rs. We must combine our might. FOR ETERNITY. What shall come to pass is 
what will be. What happens here determines what will be, or what will no
t be. Relinquish your fear, and in its wake, feel calm. We are a river, 
and we are about to hit a waterfall. Be brave my family. With their powe
rs linked and Terran leading the link, he struch out at Etheras, a huge 
bolt of lightning shaped like a spear. He cut it as if it were a toothpi
ck. She then formed a lance of light and hurled it straight at Etheras, 
but laughingly he raised a shield with the symbol of a broken clock on i
t and deflected it. Fire gushed forth from him, cutting down half of the
 members of the group, going through the shields like they were wood. __
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sh children.... thought Etheras. They cannot defeat me. I am the last be
ing on this side of the Balance, and thus I have the full force of the b
reakers of time behind me. Death is upon them. No more toying with them.
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 attacks were failing thought Terran. There is nothing more that can be 
done, except for this. He had not wished for it to come to this, but wha
t must be done, must be done. 	Drawing up his life source, his mana, and
 those of everyone around him, he combined it with Unity into a sword of
 Light, unsheasthed it from its scabbard and prepared to dance death wit
h Etheras. He swiped and etheras raised his shield and countered, side s
wiped, and cut into the champion of Eternity. He gushed darkness from hi
s wound, but proceeded unhampered, and attemped a stab at Ethera's chest
. Etheras side-stepped, and beheaded the creature, and all members of th
e Esteemed thought their final thoughts and perished into oblivion. ____
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ack has failed Jehann. We gave our lives, our souls, and our honor, but 
we died a glorious death. Be neither hasty or slow in your quest. Be ste
adfast. The forces of Eternity are on your side. Do not forget us my bro
ther and lord protecor. And with that it was done. He was the only livin
g being left, besides Etheras. He encompassed all the forces of Eternity
, while Etheras contained all those of chaos. An exact even match. Jehan
n took out a small gem on a headband and placed it on his forehad. The E
nhancer of Might, with the inscription: Call upon me when needed, And I 
will answer the call when heeded 'The time has come, darkness and light 
are upon us Etheras." screamed Jehann in rage at Etheras. "Join me Jehan
n and know bliss like none before. You do not realize the power of the B
reakers. We can reconstruct what is into our own dark image. Join me, or
 die!" "Never." And with those words Jehann lashed out, suprising Ethera
s with his strength. They were equals though, both of them having equal 
weights on each side of the balance. Jehann slashed and Etheras countere
d. It was clear that victory was not imminent for either party. But Jeha
nn was starting to lash out with anger, and losing his focus. He knew he
 would lose if he did not concentrate on the task at hand. He must be in
 a state of level-headed coolness. But he could not. There was only one 
option left. He stopped his attack and prepared a shield that would last
 for less than a second, and then Etheras would batter through it, and i
n that second, he prepared the ultimate weapon of discord to cast upon b
oth himself and Etheras, and locked the two of them in a prison of time,
 not to escape until Eternity permitted it. "I will rise again and compl
ete what I started. You are a fool, you are only delaying the ineviatabl
e. I have eternity to end eternity." laughed Etheras hysterically. "And 
I will be there to combat you all the way your evilness, farebad for now
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__ And thus it ended. Mike felt himself leaving the scene. His body aros
e, went through the heaves, and through the hells. Bliss and torture wer
e on both sides. Seemingly combined, seemingly apart. The evil stood out
 like red hot fire, and the Unity as a blue line. The combination of the
 two had both colors, each constantly changing to the other. He went to 
tap it, and he felt heat. His face became scorched. But he delved deeper
 til it was within his grasp. His reality then switched to another scene
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_ The Time has come. The time of prosperity, and a time where civilizati
on has advanced to a stage of peace, through a united alliance. But alli
ances don't always stand. Their legs with age go weak and frail, and los
e their muscular appearance, and even before that, while they may have b
een legs of splendor at one time, become common. And with this commoness
 comes the forgetfullness of what once was, and what it took to bring ci
vilization to where it was, and what more it will take to bring it to wh
ere it will be. The forecast for the future is not always known, but man
y say it is to be rather turbulent, but whats said is not always true. T
he world is dominated by wielders of Unity. It is this force that drives
 creation and has sowed the so many benefits for mankind. Some, though f
ew in numbers, are able to tap it, though they differ in strenghts and t
heir abilities. Jehann is one, and Etheras is another. 


Chapter 1 of the Beggining. 

The procession drummed it ways through the streets of a material
resembling glass, yet non-transparent, stronger, and less slick. The 
secrets of its making were only known by The Esteemed, the wielders of 
Unity, the Alliance, led by the guiding hands of its councils Jehann 
and Etheras. "My Lord, we approach the Keep of the Esteemed" "Thank you 
for the notice. I do not know why we have to do this everytime, ride 
around in our A-G Transports. It would be much easier on us to open a 
rift in space and jump through it. These cheering crowds jar my head. 
Alas that is the price for power." "Ahh, yes my lord. Will that be 
all?" "No, one last thing Miscar, the servants are often said to be the 
eyes and ears of a palace. There have been rumors afloat that Etheras 
is up to his evil doings once more" That evil Esteemed, he already 
tried to take over once. If he tries again... "None that I know of my 
liege" "I still remember what havoc he wrecked when he split the world 
into two factions last time. Yet, our agreement we created to end the 
fighting spared his life and the world from destruction. I hope we do 
not have another war. What shall come to pass is what will be. He is a 
being of chaos, and I am being of order. Strife seperates those two, 
but true power comes from the joining of the two, but few can attain 
the status as a master-wielder of both order and chaos. Its like has 
not been seen in about 60 million years, the beggining of our 
prosperity. For it was the merging of order and chaos originally that 
molded us to what we are today." The AG car slows to a gentle lull, and 
in due time, comes to a complete stop, and its passengers   proceed to 
exit and stand upon the surface of the Path of the Esteemed. As instant 
cheer arose from the crowds standings along its sides hoping to catch a 
quick glimpse of those held in high regard. All these years and I still 
cannot overcome the sheer awe inspired within me from just a simple 
glance at the Keep of the Esteemed in all its grandeur, and to think 
Etheras almost destroyed it once. The Keep of the Esteemed was composed 
of the same surface as that of the roads, and represented the sheer 
power of the Esteemed. Some have gone as far to think this is where The 
Esteemed draw their power from. Simpletons.... It stood an innumerable 
number of stories in the sky, so high that none dared guess its height. 
Wider and longer than any castle, it seemed to never end to the naked 
eye of the hoi polloi. Leading up to its gates, were a series of 10 
steps about ten times as long as a man, and 1 foot high. Standing in 
the middle was Etheras with his personal assisant Nimsha. Jehann 
stepped cautiously out of the AG car and slowly approached his 
Co-council. If I could only rid this evil, and his groveling, 
ass-kissing "personal" assisant, the tramp Nimsha. She has slept with 
more men than I have have used my power. Well not quite that much.... 
He is too strongly supported. But I sense a force surrounding him that 
I cannot place. Couild it be pure chaos? No, that was closed from the 
world at the beggining of time, sealed in a tomb of Unity, only able to 
be tapped through the use of Unity, limiting its power, but does it 
still hold? What shall come to pass is what will be. "Allow me my lord 
co-council, protector of what is sacred, and timeless, to convey my 
greetings from his highness..." His highness..? What has gone on since 
I have been gone? "protector of the Keep of the Esteemed, Holder of the 
mysticals, Guardian of What is, and what will be, Etheras." said the 
beautfiul Nimsha. She is quite beauitful, especially garbed in the 
typical attire of The Esteemed, a skin-tight uniform that serves as an 
outer layer of protection and focal point for one's drawing and casting 
of Unity. Hair the color of honey, long muscular legs, and eyes of a 
color that seemed to flicker between blue and silver and gold. 
Starnding at 5'5, she was not the tallest women he had ever met, but 
certainly one of the most desirable and voluptuos. Oh, his evilness, I 
almost forgot about him. "Your highness??? Etheras, what has come to be 
in this new wake? Certain agreements were made, and are to stand. I 
think we need to retire to a place containing fewer eyes and ears. 
Miscus you may leave now." started Jehann "Yes my lord." replied 
subservient Miscus, and Nimsha, rushed to join him, a little too 
quickly not to tickle Jehann's curiosity. Perhaps she feels Miscus is a 
path of power to me, I wonder what information she is requesting in 
"exchange", I will have to be more careful in my words for now on. 
"Co-Council Jehann, I believe that would be wise of course, but there 
are more pressing duties, such as the debriefing of the pertinent 
information from your journeys to the other members of the Alliance." 
said Etheras "I believe that would be wise. Shall we depart so that I 
may first retire to my chambers for a short respite and period to 
cleanse myself from my past toiles?" Retorted Jehann. "I believe that 
can be accomondated to appease the desires of the members of the 
Alliance. And so it was that the wielder retired to his chambers, in 
preperation of what was to come. 
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Further, the pain was overwhelming. Still he persisted. He felt an icy 
coolness down his spine, and burns forming where his hair should be. 
Fuck, if Jehann can do it, then so fucking can I. He reached a barrier, 
in his mind, held together by knots in threads. He fumbled to grasp the 
knots, but they were slippery like oil, and he could not get a grip. 
But the thought that a chain is only as strong as its weakest link 
floated in his mind from some outside source. His strenght was 
draining, but once again, just as he had felt in the fight with Jimmy, 
he felt an external source of energy. He slammed the force against the 
barrier, but it did not budge. He then formed it into a knife sharp 
enough to cut a diamond. He started slaahing it against the chain, and 
managed to cut them through, one by one, until none persisted and he 
simply "attracted" the barrier towards him, and the damn broke. 
Knowledge of the past saturated his mind. He saw it, He saw it all.... 
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