stories from kala - 1
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Stories fom Kala - 1The man entered the room, breaking a flow of conversation
that was starting to reach its peak. All eyes turned to the late
comer. Some angry, some jaded and some curious. He could
never simply enter a room. Wherever he went, it caused
some kind of a stir. From a young age, his peers had always
commented on it. His charisma, they had called it
dismissively. His grandmother had called it by more mystical
names. She would often bring him to the temples of the old
gods to have him cleansed by the Priests. She had wanted
him to become an Oracle, chosen by the gods to speak the
Holy Wisdom. His father, ever the pragmatic, chose to
guide his son towards a life of politics.
For years the grandmother and the father would discuss,
debate and disagree over the little boy’s fate. The mother
never spoke her piece, died in childbirth. It came to pass
that the grandmother went to join her daughter and so this
innocent boy of twelve was quickly sent to the scholars.
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These holy men of academia were charged with cleansing
the boy of religious aspirations. He was an eager student
quick to learn the manipulation of numbers, arts, science
and people. And so it was, this boy, now a man that no one
could overlook even if they tried, was part of the Council of
the City of Animus Mentis.
It was called The City Forgotten by the Gods. When the
last king dared to defend his title through temple
declarations of godhood, his retinue demanded physical
proof. This idea inspired them to send the king to his
beloved gods for tangible proof. Over five hundred years
have passed and the king has yet to come back with his
irrevocable Truth.
The scholars of Animus Mentis were quick to accept this as
a new Truth. That if there were such beings as gods, they
did not care for humans. It lead to the slow transition
towards the worship of the mind and all things logical. All
manners of god worship were expelled from the City. Every
temple and altar destroyed or replaced by libraries. The
priests, priestesses and their retinues of otherworldly
fanatics were given a choice, for all fair and logical men gave
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choices. They could leave and find their luck in other
whimsical cities or they could suffer becoming fuel for
future bonfires at the celebration of the eradication of
religion.
It proved to be a harsh period. History books in the
libraries of Animus Mentis called it “The Cleansing”. All
other libraries around the world mentions it as “the
butchering”. Yet these passages were so brief, no one dared
to question the humane logic behind such events.
And so it came that the men of the books gathered the
riches of the City and began a new rule where all matters are
to be discussed and passed by a Council for approval. To be
eligible for Council, a person had to fit a certain list of
criteria: gifted with a sharp mind, enough money to dispose
of any naysayers and be male .
Through his father’s connections, much conniving and
cajoling, he had risen to a high position on the Council.
This meant his presence was required at all meetings for any
case to be finalized. These meetings could be called at any
time, day or night. The men of the Council had an
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obligation to show up regardless if they were getting
married, suffering an illness or consuming their passions in
the bedchambers.
This is where our story starts, late at night, once upon a
time, not too long ago, in a land much like yours and mine.
“I apologize for the delay”. His voice rang clear in the hall.
He understood at a young age that to gain and keep his
peers’ respect, he must project confidence under all
circumstances. It was the kind of confidence that almost
had a touch of insolence. Too much of it could have the
opposite effect. He had learned the art of convincing other
people of his superiority.
He crossed the hall, slowly yet purposefully, choosing an
empty seat in the center of the semi-circle of council
members. He felt a cool satisfaction from the wait. He even
sensed some people’s impatience and enjoyed it. It was
always easier to manipulate them when their senses were
clouded with impatience.
“Right. To bring you up to date, Sir…Our soldiers have
recently overtaken a caravan. It contained many riches for
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our gracious coffers.” Started Cilgo. He was the eldest of
the Council members, the leader in all but title. Publicly
Animus Mentis did not believe in one leader. They were
firm believers in democracy and every man having a voice.
Behind closed doors, it was Cilgo who possessed more
money. Thus, he could buy the other members’ opinions to
fit his whims. Of course, this was never a topic brought to
Council meetings. Only the whispers of shadows that bore
witness. He had, in the past, received a few gifts from Cilgo
in exchange for smoothing out some disputes over taxes and
land ownership. Some things only made sense once you’d
become entangled in them.
“My good men, why is it the Council even bothers
convening before sun rise? This is a small matter to
celebrate over our next meal. Not an urgent case to wake us
from our slumbers.” He responded, nonchalantly leaning
back in his chair. A rush of murmurs crossed the room.
The energy of it was enough to dissipate the lingering
sleepiness that remained clouding his mind. As he gained
lucidity, he felt the excitement in the air. There was a
tingling on the right side of his head. He knew it was no
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ordinary caravan they had intercepted. The tingling became
a whisper and his heart started racing ever so slightly faster.
He tried to keep calm and logically assess the situation. But
the whisper at the back of his mind persisted. No, it can’t
be, he thought.
“My good Sir, it is indeed quite troublesome for all of us to
gather at such a strange hour. I’m certain you have, by now,
deduced that it’s no ordinary caravan that we’ve
apprehended.” Exclaimed Nelo, a lesser Council member.
The sarcasm of his tone was unmistakable. He carried some
bitter feelings regarding his lack of power over his peers.
Too many mistakes were made in the past for them to
respect him. Among them, his choice to marry out of love
was quite enough to let the others know that Nelo was a
man easily swayed by his heart.
“Thank you Nelo. I’m quite confident my fellow Council
members will grow weary of this little game and reveal this
extraordinary event soon enough so we can all sleep
peacefully.” He replied, leaning lightly forward on his chair.
There was an exchange of glares. His grey eyes bore into
Nelo’s cool brown eyes. The tension was brief, almost
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missed by the other members. Nelo was too passive to
make anything of this brief challenge. He shrugged his
shoulders and looked away.
“This caravan caught our guards' attention with the number
of horses that surrounded them. These were no ordinary
riders.” Cilgo started. As he spoke, a guard came in with a
young man in chains, one of the riders from the caravan.
He wore a dirty tunic, his chest bare. His skin was a dark
shade of brown, his muscles strong and taut. He was
obviously a wanderer, living on his horse, traveling from city
to city. Though he was well adjusted to a hard life of
uncertainty as a wanderer, he was obviously not accustomed
to beatings, such as he received from the guards. His right
eye was swollen shut, dried blood covered his left temple.
His right shoulder was dislocated and hung loosely at his
side.
Watching the youth crawl off the ground, he felt a fleeting
moment of pity. This youth probably barely enjoyed the
mysteries of life and now he was going to die.
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“You are charged with trespassing, stranger. What do you
have to say for yourself ?”Bellowed Cilgo, as he raised
himself from his chair. His voice echoed a mock formality,
dripping with sarcasm.
The young guard reeled a bit, trying to focus. He spat blood
and seemed hypnotized by the sight of it on the ground.
“We were merely crossing the lands to the next city my
lords. We were not intending to step by your gracious City
of Animus Mentis. We would never dream of imposing on
your famous hospitality.” His voice was weak from the
beating and lack of water or any sustenance. Yet one could
hear the strength of his spirit. This was a youth who
believed in something greater than himself. He had a goal
beyond his basic survival.
“You are a man of faith.” The man claimed. He knew their
kind from his own upbringing when his grandmother was
still alive.
The rider spat once more and gave a rough nod.
“This boy seems to be unable to withstand the taste of his
own blood. Maybe we should help him put an end to his
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discomfort.”Exclaimed another Council member with a
sleepy voice. Clearly they were all bored of this spectacle.
All except Cilgo. He approached the wounded rider and
whipped the blood from his mouth, using his bare hand. In
a soft voice he asked “What was it that you and your filthy
godlovers were trying so hard to protect?”
The prisoner refused to talk. He stubbornly stared at the
blood stain on the ground.
“What is your name, boy?” Cilgo asked, trying another route
to get what he wanted.“Serenos” Finally he looked up with
the fire of defiance in his eyes slowly dying out.
“Serenos, you have very little options here. Every living
creature from your party has been killed. Tell us what we
want and we may let you live to tell others about it.” Nelo
revealed. He was half dozing in his chair, trying hard to
have a nonchalant superior look. However, it came off as
exceedingly comical for the man.
The man who arrived late let out a loud sigh. He wished for
the exhibition to end sooner rather than later.
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“That is a lie and the poor kid knows it!” He yelled, then
turning to the bloody rider, he continued:
“You are going to die regardless. It's in your benefit to tell
us the truth though. Because the difference lies with what
we'll do to your body. If you keep your tongue, we will kill
you painfully then throw your body to the carrions.” He
took a moment to let the reality of it sink. Serenos
swallowed hard and a stronger fear started to emanate from
him. He looked at the man, sitting cooly and vibrating
confidence.
“If you do choose to share with us, I will personally make it
that your body is delivered to the priests of your gods, thus
ensuring your eternity in peace, as your religion dictates.”He
concluded. Serenos played both scenarios in his mind. The
man knew his choice before anything was settled. He smiled
triumphantly, gazing over at Nelo.
“We were....charged by the high priests of our holy land.”
Serenos started. Cilgo took a step back, listening attentively,
glad to be getting what he desired. It wasn't the story itself,
for he already knew the secret behind the midnight traveling
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caravan. What Cilgo enjoyed was breaking the spirits of
these men of faith. Serenos was the fifth one he inflicted
this torture on, demanding secrets that would change
nothing of the poor man's fate. The look of crumbling
despair as they easily and honestly revealed what no outsider
is permitted to know was pure enjoyment for Cilgo. To see
a man break such strong vows was a reminder of why he
chose the road of academia. Knowledge gave power and
faith gave weakness.
“We were sworn to protect our charge til the final
destination. We gave our lives for the mission.” Serenos
explained, as he tried to keep his composure. The thought
of having betrayed his mission and religion started to weigh
on him. The man scrutinized as he sensed the change in the
air around Serenos. All the while, Cilgo relished every word.
He crossed his arms over his chest, licking his lips and
carelessly said:
“You mission has failed, so why are you still alive?”
“Coward” whispered someone in the background. Serenos'
eyes grew wide. He was speechless at such a small word. A
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small word that carried so much pressure for the receiver's
ego.
“Where were you instructed to accompany your charge?”
The man asked, eager to find out for himself what this
nocturnal trial was all about.
“The Holy Land of Bodhisattva. We were urged to reach
the land before the next full moon.” Serenos croaked.
“Ask him about his charge! You'll enjoy that one!”
Exclaimed the Council member to his left. The man started
to have trouble following his cohesive thoughts. The
whisper in his mind became a strong sand storm entering
every crevice of his mind. It was a struggle not to succumb
to it. Run away! It whispered. We want no part of this!
The man rubbed his temples and forced himself to follow
the linear questioning that he started. He must follow
through with what he started. There was no option to turn
back or change his mind for he had no logical reason. The
Council would quickly lose respect for him if he answered
“I didn't feel like it.” or “I just changed my mind.”
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“What was it you were so eager to bring back to your holy
lands?” He finally asked.
“That's not the right question.” Cilgo whispered. His bright
blue eyes were on fire with a mania. Soon would come the
greatest surprise. A shiver of anticipation crossed over his
spine.
“Very well, maybe you can help me question the prisoner. I
don't perform very well when I'm sleep deprived.” The man
intoned. Nelo chocked momentarily on the words as Cilgo
wrapped a fat arm around Serenos' frail shoulders and
approached the boy closer to the Council. He bent down to
his good ear and whispered:
“Tell them.”
“We...we were...escorting...the Oracle. She is with child and
it is the desire of all parties that the child be born in the
Holy Land.” Serenos let the words escape in a staccato
manner which can only be brought about by fear.
The man ceased to breathe. This Oracle was the most
worshiped figure in the religion of the gods. She was the
one human born with the gift to heal and communicate with
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the gods. Her name alone brought worshippers to their
knees, as Serenos was quick to do. Some of the guards that
used to follow the religion of the old gods were tempted to
do as much. The knowledge of the punishment they would
receive kept them on their feet.
To have the Oracle as their prisoner was indeed the greatest
of accomplishments for a city that abhors religion and
wishes to eradicate it, for the good of humanity. Everyone
in the room understood this. There was such a mixture of
feelings in the air, the man's head reeled at the force of it.
Yet it was Cilgo's sense of triumph that vibrated clearly for
all to feel.
“Yes, that is correct. A very pregnant Oracle is residing
within the palace of Animus Mentis. I am ever
so...honored.” Cilgo savored the words as he would a lush
dinner, lingering on 'honored' as he would a fine wine.
The intensity of the revelation stunned everyone. No one
noticed Cilgo taking a dagger from the folds of his cloak
and stabbing poor Serenos in the throat. The boy lingered
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on the ground, suffering as the gift of the gods escaped his
open wound.
“So much for the laws of peace within Council meetings”
Sighed Nelo, ever the passive aggressive. Cilgo chose to
ignore the comment as he would a fly in the summer heat.
“And there you have it, my fellow scholars.” Standing over
the body, Cilgo spread out his arms, a manic smile upon his
swollen lips.
“The war is over and the ways of the mind has been won.”
“Would you really have us butcher a pregnant woman?”
Nelo intoned, weakly trying to be the savior of the innocent.
No other Council member spoke up to help him. They
averted their gaze. Cilgo drew confidence from the silence
that lingered. He stepped over Serenos, who was still
twitching in agony, and sat back in his chair.
The man saw Cilgo was bubbling with anticipation to
pronounce the death sentence. The vibrations were
distracting and the storm in his mind was raging. All he
wanted was time to regain control over himself and the
situation.
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“I want to verify the authenticity of the claim.” He blurted.
Everyone looked at him in disbelief. They wanted the
matter closed and forgotten yet here he was, prolonging it.
“For crying out loud! Cilgo questioned over a dozen of the
survivors. They all had the same story. And we have the
woman!” Exclaimed a tall skinny Council member.
“I want to question her.” The man declared in a flat tone.
Cilgo stared at him, slightly disappointed, slightly curious
and very much amused.
“Alright. You can have your own pleasure from our victory.
You're only prolonging the inevitable.”
The man nodded to a guard who quickly shuffled out of the
room to get the Oracle.
In a short moment, the atmosphere of the room changed.
The wild whispers in his mind went mute. The summer
humidity ceased to suffocate the men. A cool breeze wafted
through. Each individual embraced it by sitting up in their
chairs or adjusting their weight as they stood more erect.
The tension also seemed to have faded with the humidity.
Suddenly, a quenching rain started, and she was now in the
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room, flanked by two guards who wore a curious expression.
Where they usually projected intimidation, there was a sense
of peace. She stood tall and erect, her dark gray eyes gazing
off into another reality, with a smile dancing upon her lips.
Her long auburn hair was tied in a braid down her back,
woven with silks. She wore a light green dress that hugged
her swollen belly. She carried the new life within her with
grace. Her beauty shone through, even in the dire
circumstances she was in.
The man kept his face impassive. She walked up to the
gathered men and inclined her head. He could see the sweat
on her brow and smell the incense that clung to her. She
still looked very human to him.
“Please, most gracious lady, tell us who you are.” He asked,
clearing his throat and trying hard to keep his voice steady.
It was a futile question. He knew all too well who she was,
more so than any one else in the room. He had last seen her
carried away by the priests over fifteen years ago when she
was sold to a temple in the holy land to become a sacred
dancer to the gods. She was a shy wisp of a girl back then.
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Now she stood before him, a strong woman and wearing the
holiest of titles, Oracle.
“You know who I am.” She replied. There was no contempt
in her voice. It was very serene, as if she were talking to a
room of little boys as opposed to a Council of grown men
who thought her foolish for her beliefs and ready to take her
life for it.
“Regardless. Look around you. You are our prisoner, at our
mercy.”Cilgo chimed in. The Oracle was unfazed by the
threat. Once again, she inclined her head.
“I am the Holy Oracle Of Bodhisattva.” Her voice was soft
and measured. It was not lofty or overly confident. She was
simply stating a fact.
“What is your function as the Oracle?” The man asked. A
sweet smiled appeared on her lips.
“The most important for any living being. I give hope.” The
men of the Council exchanged looks. The guards looking
on shuffled their feet. The way she spoke made them all feel
uncomfortable.
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“Hope? Does hope feed the hungry? Does hope heal the
sick? What good is hope when an army is killing and
rapping your people? Women...they're such weak, senseless
creatures.” Cilgo's voice boomed for all to hear. His rage at
her comment flared quickly. He leaned forward on his chair,
ready to pounce.
She remained impassive, standing serenely and letting the
rage pass her.
“Hope gives strength to find a way out of the darkness and
into the light.”
The man watched her, yet saw the scared girl he had last
seen. He knew he must regain control of the conversation.
Cilgo was likely to let his disgust of the gods get our of
control.
“You are right. We are all fully aware of the role you play
within the world of your faith. I know that you are said to
converse with your gods. Did they warn you that your life
would soon come to an end?”He asked. Rage started to rise
within him. He was uncertain if it was his own or Cilgo's
rage pouring into him. He simply could not believe she
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would risk her life and the life of her unborn baby by
traveling so close to Animus Mentis. People of the faith
knew that the city and its people were openly hostile to their
kind. He wondered about the wisdom of her actions.
“I do have the privilege to hold council with the forces
above and beyond.” Was all she replied. She kept her serene
composure yet something rippled briefly over her. His
anger did not go unnoticed.
“It is whispered in the shadows that the gods are the father
of your child.” Nelo commented, a mocking smile plain to
interpret that he did not believe it for a moment.
“Intueri, you will show us your gods. If they prove too shy
for our company, you will be sentenced to die. If, by some
miraculous fancy, they do show themselves, we will let you
go to your holy city and have your holy baby.” He
pronounced the sentence before properly thinking it
through. He surprised himself even more by using her
name. It went unnoticed by the other Council members.
Thoughts ran through her mind as she stood before these
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men, powerless. She thought only of the child growing
inside her. Instinctively she covered her abdomen.
“If that is what the Council wishes.” She whispered, holding
strong to the feeling of calm within her heart. Now would
not be the appropriate time to let fear take over. It would
create a greater distance between herself and the gods.
“It is our strong wish to be witnesses to such an event.”
Cilgo had released his rage and replaced it with excitement.
He knew that as a none believer, witnessing such a holy
ritual would add insult to injury to all that followed the old
gods.
“I will require a day to prepare myself. Such an event does
not simply happen like a chance meeting in the market.” She
kept her gaze leveled and her breathing even and slow.
“Very well child. Make a list of all that you require. We will
provide you with the best our resources have to offer.
Tomorrow we will have a feast. You, Oracle, will be the
guest of honor.”Cilgo declared, dismissing her with a lazy
wave of the hand. A guard quickly took her away to her cell.
As she left the room, the rain ceased. The whisper of dawn
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crept on the horizon. Every member of the council looked
five years older, feeling heavy with fatigue and the thoughts
of the impending execution. Though their contempt for the
religion of the old gods was strong, none of them wanted
the blood of a woman with child on their hands.
Slowly, each member slipped out of the room to go rest
their weary minds.
The man sat in a daze. He would finally win this war with
the faith. Yet there was not an ounce of joy in the
knowledge of his impeding victory. It was bittersweet and
at such a high cost.
Cilgo gave him a pat on the shoulder. He fully supported
what the man had started. No words were needed. Cilgo
walked out, head held high as any man would when they
believed a victory to be their own.
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