Berk' Watkins wrote:
So what's the "Legacy Project"? New name for SME? Or is this another
Chysolite?
It had been years since anyone had come out to Olympus Mons to the
Elder's observatory... She'd been up there, lost in her meditations as
long as anyone could really remember clearly. Waiting for something
perhaps?
Who really knew...?
The Elder wasn't human, that much was known.. She was some sort
Extra period.
of energy-feeding creature that had been derived from humanity by
magical experiments. She lived off of the powerful manna energy from
"mana" is the magic stuff. "manna" is bug poop. "energy" is redundant.
the smouldering heart of the dozing volcano.
The man climbing the mountain's name was Erin; a student at
Olympus City several hundred miles away. A plain fellow really, mousy
brown hair and a reddish beard, glasses perched on his nose because he
lacked the patience to have his eyes reshaped by a life-mage. His
clothes were the unkept sort you'd expect on someone more concerned with
his studies than the rest of the world.
He wasn't very happy with his situation. He had a doctoral thesis
to write on Zodiac-derived magic... and who better to ask about theory
than the mother of the metascience? A pity the Elder had forbidden any
vehicles on the face of the mountain should anyone come visit her.
Erin had been climbing for hours, and it was slowly beginning to
dawn on him why cars were forbidden. First, the Martian plant-life,
which had been sparse when the Elder had first established the
observatory, were fragile in the lessened gravity. Second, the view
"was fragile"
"Elder?" he asked in a hushed voice.
The woman grinned a bit and glanced over at him as she led him
deeper into the observatory. "You say that as if I'm a holy relic.."
she mused. "You're the only person who's bothered to come visit this
old woman in a long time.. Please, call me 'Aki'..."
Erin nodded, still with glazed-over eyes.
What a dork. Do I take it that she is supposed to have outlived all the
others?
The world of Terra is a world not unlike our own, in fact the
continental structure is quite similar to our own from a few hundred
million years ago.
Reunite Pangaia! And this should be in the past tense, not present.
Terra was itself not a bad place to live, but the leaders of it
could care less. They had been kicked off their rightful world by
So actually they care a fair bit?
some
idiot pacifist with a magic wand.
Revenge was the order of the day, week, moth, year and millennium.
"month"
This story follows the life of one of the Born, as she traces her
roots.
I think we can figure that out. You don't need to tell us. In fact,
that exposition would be better worked into the story itself or given
in her words to the dork.
gold. She was only wearing a pair of pants, leaving herself
bare-chested because of a pair of bat-like wings jutting from her back.
She could always wear a backless shirt or a halter.
The brown hared General glared at the newly arrived irritant. "I
have no interest in her in that manner, Zoicite," he growled. "She is
far more than a simple distraction."
Isn't Nephrite a red-head?