Penelope
Banned
MANCHU RISING
Somewhere out there in the solar system, a cold, dark, and barren piece of stone tumbling through the void that man called space, was setting an eerie shadow on a small blue marble that, on the contrary, sat in space as if fixed to path. The asteroid, a majestic but deadly beast of the cosmos, was now at the climax of its life. Its old and long tale could not be retold through human eyes, ears, or tongues. But would require an event, a small collision, to force its life story onto the unknowing organisms of a word with the force of a hammer to a nail. Small bits of metals and ores were sandblasted off the asteroid as Earth's atmosphere began to cut into the layers of stone that had been built up over millions of years. As it drifted towards Earth, certain to destroy anything that lay in it's path, fate intervened. Not today, she said, as the rock slipped back out of the atmosphere. Fate, being cold and mysterious mistress, quickly decided that another day in history would be far more suitable of a day. A day that time was inevitably hurtling towards, but lay not on the minds of men as they struggled to push their broken bodies up the walls of the half-completed Pyramids.
A sickly Egyptian let himself fall off one of the golden walls of the Pyramids, believing the afterlife more profitable than continuing work on the monument. The Pharaoh's peacekeepers quickly kicked the body into a pile of sand, before morale could be lowered by the man's selfish act. Braymapet, a lowly worker, still awed of the magical fireball he had just witnessed, was brought back to his poor life by the crack of a whip, and a bloody smear across his side. Saddened, but hopeful, he continued back with his work, pushing on into the lowest catacombs of the tomb that lay below the beauty above.
Braymapet arrived back at his particular wall, where he was instructed to account the events of that year, and began carving something he had just thought of. It could not hurt to recount the most awe inspiring event of his life, he thought. He'd seen the glory of Ra that day. No Egyptian would discredit him for giving praise to the god of the sun.
Four decades would pass until Braymapet, then a hieroglyphic carver for the pharaoh himself, passed on to the afterlife. He would be given a funeral service on the Nile River, and was set to sail the smooth waters of the river of life. The majestic Pyramids had been completed, the fireball long forgotten, and men who saw that fireball all dead in the sand or sailing for eternity on the Nile. However, Fate had not forgotten. She was waiting with a succulent appetite for that glorious day when the fireball would come again to bring wrath to man and his civilizations..
Rome, 44 BC
Now several millennia had gone by, and the Egyptians were no longer the dominant culture. Yes, the Egyptians were no more. In their place, the Romans had arrived, taking with them the title of dominant empire.
At this very moment, the asteroid that Fate so fantasized of was somewhere near Mars, slowly, but surely making its plan for vengeance. Fate had denied it its glory of destruction and mayhem, and it planned to cause enough chaos for its quota to be fulfilled tenfold. But several more centuries would pass before the dreams of the celestial body were fulfilled. Although this day was an important day, it already had another one of Fate's mysterious and malevolent tricks to be played on the stage of history. For it was the Ides of March, and of the year 44 BC none the less.
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Four decades would pass until Braymapet, then a hieroglyphic carver for the pharaoh himself, passed on to the afterlife. He would be given a funeral service on the Nile River, and was set to sail the smooth waters of the river of life. The majestic Pyramids had been completed, the fireball long forgotten, and men who saw that fireball all dead in the sand or sailing for eternity on the Nile. However, Fate had not forgotten. She was waiting with a succulent appetite for that glorious day when the fireball would come again to bring wrath to man and his civilizations..
Rome, 44 BC
Now several millennia had gone by, and the Egyptians were no longer the dominant culture. Yes, the Egyptians were no more. In their place, the Romans had arrived, taking with them the title of dominant empire.
At this very moment, the asteroid that Fate so fantasized of was somewhere near Mars, slowly, but surely making its plan for vengeance. Fate had denied it its glory of destruction and mayhem, and it planned to cause enough chaos for its quota to be fulfilled tenfold. But several more centuries would pass before the dreams of the celestial body were fulfilled. Although this day was an important day, it already had another one of Fate's mysterious and malevolent tricks to be played on the stage of history. For it was the Ides of March, and of the year 44 BC none the less.
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