Planet Paradoxum. System Acedia.
Year 127.
As the Professor looks at the picture, he recalls the start of a great event. The Stagna, the Paradoxiians called it. To him...it was much more.
Professor took the picture in his age wrinkled hands and sat down in his elegant mahogany rocking chair. His silver hair shone with a reddish brilliance under the light of the evening sun. As he rocked, the Professor closed his eyes and remembered his old friend, Kua'kha. Out of nowhere, a younger Professor shows up beside the older Professor.
Year 127.
As the Professor looks at the picture, he recalls the start of a great event. The Stagna, the Paradoxiians called it. To him...it was much more.
Professor took the picture in his age wrinkled hands and sat down in his elegant mahogany rocking chair. His silver hair shone with a reddish brilliance under the light of the evening sun. As he rocked, the Professor closed his eyes and remembered his old friend, Kua'kha. Out of nowhere, a younger Professor shows up beside the older Professor.
"Ahh.Good 'ole Kua'kha...I don't think I'll ever forget him."
"You can clearly see that with you eyes, youngling."
"Ahh yes, of course I can. Sometimes this is all too...confusing, don't you think?"
"Nothing is too confusing for us. We have all of time in our hands...rather, in our minds, youngling."
"I'll take your word on that. Funny how I'm believing what I'm saying over what I think right now. Ahh and also, Professor, expect a younger me today. I suspect he's from the lost arc. Don't be too stern, Professor."
With that, young Professor chuckles and winks out of sight.
"Ohh Khua'kha, I'm growing tired of-"
CRASH.
Professor gets up and sighs. He slowly walks back to the living room where he witnesses a young man lying unconscious on the floor. His clothes are badly burnt yet his skin hasn't a single blemish but a scar the shape of a red rune, starting from the nape of his neck to the waistline.
"Ahh. It's you. I've been waiting."
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Three hours later, Hans awakens in a comfortable bed. His neck is no longer burning with that acidic sting. Just as that thought crosses his mind, he notices that he doesn't recognize where he is.
Am I a captive of the Paradoxiians? But this material isn't from Paradoxum....
Three hours later, Hans awakens in a comfortable bed. His neck is no longer burning with that acidic sting. Just as that thought crosses his mind, he notices that he doesn't recognize where he is.
Am I a captive of the Paradoxiians? But this material isn't from Paradoxum....
"I thought you'd be waking up by now. Welcome, Hans. I've been waiting for you for quite some time now."
Hans immediately sits up and takes a defensive stance.
"How do you know my name?"
The old man turns around slowly and shows a mark on his neck. It is the same red rune which runs across Hans' back.
"By the name of Modex!! ....you bear the Mark! ...you're..a Venta?"
"Yes."
"But we...we went extinct!"
"That we did."
"Then you...?"
"I am you and you are me. We are one. For example I know for a fact that you have just barely escaped with your life from The Stagna in Paradoxum."
"You're me from the future?"
"No, Hans. I am you from another timeframe. We are one. It will take some time to sink in. I remember how hard it was for me. Our abilities are not limited to manipulating space, Hans. There is much to teach you, Hans. Rest now. We will talk at length tomorrow."
The old man leaves almost soundlessly and shuts the lights off.
As Hans closed his eyes, he dreamed of his last fight with Khua'kha. Of slaying heads and blasting skulls. Of endless battle. Of defeat...of darkness.
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Hans immediately sits up and takes a defensive stance.
"How do you know my name?"
The old man turns around slowly and shows a mark on his neck. It is the same red rune which runs across Hans' back.
"By the name of Modex!! ....you bear the Mark! ...you're..a Venta?"
"Yes."
"But we...we went extinct!"
"That we did."
"Then you...?"
"I am you and you are me. We are one. For example I know for a fact that you have just barely escaped with your life from The Stagna in Paradoxum."
"You're me from the future?"
"No, Hans. I am you from another timeframe. We are one. It will take some time to sink in. I remember how hard it was for me. Our abilities are not limited to manipulating space, Hans. There is much to teach you, Hans. Rest now. We will talk at length tomorrow."
The old man leaves almost soundlessly and shuts the lights off.
As Hans closed his eyes, he dreamed of his last fight with Khua'kha. Of slaying heads and blasting skulls. Of endless battle. Of defeat...of darkness.
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So this was a little something I decided to write based on what my man Hazem Ameen drew. He's a great artist and a greater friend.
You can check out more of his work at https://m.facebook.com/TheArtOfHazem
You can check out more of his work at https://m.facebook.com/TheArtOfHazem
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