The Horiathon Battle
The Return of the Elves in the Dauriath
A drama by Yichard Muni, Elf bard
story happened in the worlds of the Nyidiath and the Dauriath, the
worlds of the Humans and of the Elves, like my other stories of
Elves. However it took place much more recently, just when the two
worlds were reunited, and the Elves could return to the main world
of the Humans.
story brings some kind of conclusion to many of the previous
stories, as we find the whereabout of many ancient characters, but
in today modern times. So that it can be considered the last story
of this series. However I still keep the possibility to write
stories in the future, beyond this epoch, if I receive such an
inspiration. But it will be a second series, on a very different
tone, without violence or evil.
this time, the Nyidiath already was a modern world, with a majority
of democratic governments, cars, electricity, planes, matching about
the technology level of the 1950 years on Earth. So we do not need
to be astonished to see these things in a story of Elves. However,
what will be astonishing is what did the Elves in the same time...
story tells the dreadful Horiathon battle which happened at the
reunification of the two worlds, which so much impacted the
imagination of the peoples of the Nyidiath. Not that it was
especially large or horrible, but it was such a definitive lesson to
the Human governments that they had at last to allow the Nyidiath
Elves to dwell in the open, and live their ideal without being
bullied, denigrated or censored. In the following centuries, this
would allow for more and more Humans to become Elves, to the point
of creating Elvish governments in only two centuries, leading the
Nyidiath world into the path of the Good, while respecting the
different ways of its peoples. This would culminate seven more
centuries after, when everybody turned Elvish, in the «Great
marvel», a wonderful world wide magical event, engulfing their
two worlds into an unimaginable happiness and beauty, beyond
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This text is a part of a larger plot. So it is better to read first
Kiss of the Worlds», in order not to spoil it.
Day H -120
k***, said Michele, it is no time to get up!
replied Dan, that was again this k***** dream
dream with the Elves? You are stupid, it is in the future, you risk
absolutely nothing now. Now let me sleep, you g****»
curled under the covers, as if it could protect him from the
nameless danger lurking in their dark bedroom. Yes he had again this
dream: his grey steel warship was crossing the dark Horiathon pass,
and entering the Elven ocean. Dan and the other soldiers were proud
of their mission: to liberate the Dauriath of the few religious
extremists occupying it, bring modern civilization there, and open a
new land to relieve the overpopulation of the Nyidiath. The
extremists with their bows and arrows had no chances against their
modern weapons, they would pick them up like flowers. The sea was
blue, the sun was shining, the uniform buttons were gleaming, and
trouble, there were strange sounds, which seemed to emanate from the
mysterious depths of the ocean of the Dauriath, 900kms of unfathomed
darkness. First, it was like long organ notes, raising per octave,
until the pitch was too high. Not very loud, and they could even
pass unnoticed with the rumble of the machines. Then there were
clicks, series of electronic clicks, like crickets, but harder. Then
the organs again. Only him noticed them, the others were keeping
smiling, unaware of the utmost sense of threat which torn Dan's
bowels. Or maybe they were like him, not daring to acknowledge the
subtle threat, which would imply to disobey the orders and flee
before it was too late.
the Elven ocean opened like a monstrous flower of white foam, and in
a fraction of a second, their proud iron ship was nothing more than
a cloud of flaming shrapnel flying everywhere. And him, Dan, had to
withstand the agony of his body pierced through by large shards of
metal. Last time, it was the incredible pain of molten steel, and
the stench of burned flesh followed him for three days. A time
before, he awoke gasping, after dreaming he was trapped in an
obscure metallic compartment filling with cold water...
the day, Dan felt better, although the dire fear was still lurking
behind his ordinary though. He disputed with his wife. After only
three years of marriage, it was considered normal. At the age on
twenty four, her beauty was already fading with party nights and
drug, this was also considered as normal. Well, today, he had to
wear his best clothes: it was the big day! He was signing up with
the Navy, for 20 years. After his military service and a first three
years contract, he already had a good place, something like Petty
Officer First Class, specialized in mechanics, and he bore his rank
insignia with pride.
by this rainy day, Dan, like many others, engaged in the Navy,
thinking at the prestige and at the good pay, but not at the close
future of the re-opening of the Horiathon and the ugly war which
would follow. Not like his buddy Roger, who refused to sign again
and had to go to the unemployment agency, for an uncertain future.
Day H- 110
Fields, When the worlds collide
of the author
the Horiathon, the dreadful passage to the elven lands, things had
little changed. On the Dauriath side, the Elven fleet of white
elegant wooden sail ships with coloured streaks was still circling
the passage, the same since the Exodus, forbidding any access to the
dearly earned elven Paradise. But in front of the modern Human fleet
of mighty steel war ships, its role was now of a mere symbolic
warning. But it was still opposing a moral barrier to the planned
invasion: the steel fleet would have to ram them to be able to pass,
and this would clearly be an attack, not a peaceful liberation as
side, the number of ships had doubled. Six destroyers, two support
ships. Further in the harbours, others were waiting: aircraft
carriers, fast frigates, freighters. But above all, hundreds of
settler ships were frantically built in large factories, to carry
people, implements, building material, bulldozers and heavy
construction gear. Hundred of thousands settlers had paid a high
price to immigration companies, to be among the first to «invest»
in the best places on nicely coloured maps of the Dauriath showing
vast expenses of «empty» land.
politicians of the Human world were very proud: it was the first
military action of the Nations Council, a coalition of most Human
countries created 30 years ago to avoid wars. It did not avoided
much, so this first unanimous action was considered a great success.
In more, they boasted it would be a peaceful liberation, the
development of the Dauriath, and so on.
view of the Horiathon was haunting, and Human sailors were very
impressed, telling their feeling to their families or to
journalists. The two planets, linked together by gravitation, were
deformed into rain drops, the two points now touching, so that the
ocean was forming a neck, like a hour glass. For two centuries now,
the neck was impassable by ships, due to a violent bore wave around
it, from the tide currents between the two worlds. But this wave was
lowering, and in some months large ships will be able to pass, at
time of tide reversal. Some smaller ones already attempted the
crossing successfully, but they went back without approaching the
Horiathon was a dark place (due to the thickness of the atmosphere
here) where the gravitation was very low (due to the antagonist pull
of the two planets). This made of it a frightening and unwelcoming
place. But it was above all a fantastic scenery, where any ordinary
law or common sense was losing any value. So the Nyidiath ocean was
forming a cone, like a mountain of water, while the Dauriath ocean
was another black water cone above, descending from the sky. Add to
this violent winds and frequent lightning... By day, the Elven fleet
appeared as white specks circling the Dauriath cone, above in the
sky. The Human strategists knew that the Elves had electricity
aboard their ships, but they always had shutters on their windows,
so that at night they were totally invisible. Seen from the Elven
side, it is the Human fleet which appeared as a circle of bright
lights turning slowly into the sky. The remaining sky all around was
dark grey or dull red, and the ocean black with specks of foam.
too had dire dreams. But they were different. He was quietly flying
over the Dauriath with his bomber aircraft, toward his assigned
target. But he was looking astonished at the huge temples and builds
in there. No one ever spoke him about these, and he really had a
strong feeling of desecrating a land of awesome magical power.
he realized that his compass had given him totally wrong
indications, so that he was lost, unable to guess the path to his
base. Only thing he could do was turning around one of the
illuminated temples, feeling infinitely sad and out of place, gazing
at the wonderful elven landscape of happy villages and merry
forests, until he ran out of fuel...
real, Bob had already flew several reconnaissance flights over the
Dauriath. He knew that there were more than some anachoretes in
there. He extrapolated in his reports that the total number of
people living in the Dauriath could be in the four hundred millions,
with good masonry houses and a powerful agriculture. This was not a
problem of a military point of view, but it made the whole affair
much dirtier than in the propaganda leaflets: how to justify the
eviction of so many peaceful people? And how to «dispose»
of them without being spotted by the moralists and the defenders of
had reached the age where he could give up the Scythan Air Force,
and benefit of advantageous loans to start a civilian business. He
was already approached by several colleagues, for starting an
avionics equipment company. They even insisted, arguing that he
would escape the unknown dangers of this strange war. They looked
really worried for him, so that he ended the discussion abruptly.
problem Bob had, was that he really hated all this stuff of Elves,
love of life and wonderful forests. What he wanted was all those
hairs cut, these forest cleared for roads, and the self-luminous
temples flattened before any colonist ever saw them, so that the
invasion could go on without any moralist protesting or even
guessing what was going on.
more, he knew that several pilots of his squadron never returned
from beyond the horizon of the Dauriath. So he made of this a
entered the wardroom as he used to do every day. For some reason, he
was in advance, so he picked a Navy officers review to read while
stepped on an article by a psychologist, Doctor Hort Padella, who
was well known in the television for his denial of paranormal claims
or religious survivals.
had some isolated cases of army personnel complaining of nightmares
about their future mission. This is not extraordinary, and a common
occurrence in every engagement. In the case of the planned
liberation mission of the Dauriath, we have in more the ancient
legends of magic and terrible priests, combined with the unconscious
archetype of the unexplored land where everything is possible. This
result in an excitation of the limbic neural system, which start to
produce specific neurotransmitters. These, in turn, induce
frightening dreams of imaginary dangers.
advised the army psychologists not to pay any attention to such
dreams. If some army personnel keep complaining on them, it may
reveal an underlying delusion of religious myths or paranormal
fakery. A suitable treatment with anti-psychotics may be indicated.
Of course this personnel may need to be isolated, to avoid the
spreading of rumours and loss of spirit in other army personal or
civilian support workers.»
used not to pay attention to his dreams. But he was suddenly
frightened, because he precisely had some of this kind. So he
thought it was better to forget them, and anyway much safer not to
speak of them to anybody.
of the author
was a basic soldier, of the kind who pants and sweats into the
forest, wearing heavy equipment, under the lurking threat of the
was dreaming that he was advancing in the Dauriath forest, thinking
he was liberating the land from those nasty religious extremists,
opening it to civilisation. He was walking on the rhythm of one of
these enthusiastic music in the television propaganda. All was well,
the old fogey priests would flee squeaking like mice, he would
liberate the gorgeous blonde hostage as in the films, and return
home with social recognition and a big pay check, or even he would
get a land in the Dauriath.
there was a searing light, bang and pain, and the television music
stopped. He was alone, unable to move, his torn flesh and shattered
bones irretrievably mixed with mud and dirt. After a silence, the
birds started to sing again around him, and the flowers to be nice.
this was not the worse: soon THEY appeared.
efficient and trained elven soldiers, with functional yet elegant
forest camouflage suits and very modern weapons. They immediately
took position in the place, without any apparent command.
gorgeous blonde woman.
one of the movies, that he loved in secret.
such a deep, tender and melodious voice...
she was not an hostage, but the soldier who injured Yson, while
defending her legitimate land. She had to cut her magnificent hair
for the fight, and Yson clearly felt her calm reproach from this.
they started to sing.
so tender and lovely voices, than Yson immediately felt he had been
totally wrong all his life long: real happiness and meaning of life
were here, with these magnificent people tenderly loving each other
like spouses, in this lost corner of forest. And him, Yson, was NOT
ACCEPTED into this realm of beauty, kindness and happiness. From his
violent and ignorant behaviour.
thus barred of the very meaning of the universe was a much worse
moral sorrow than the agony of his crushed body.
awakened of this dire dream sweating and panting.
dreamed only once, but it shake him so badly, that he seriously
considered resigning from the army. However he did the mistake of
asking the advice of an army psychologist, who muddled his mind with
sweet speeches issued in a threatening tone... so that he did not
dared to think any more to this dream.
officer: Hallo, Alpha Alpha Zulu, do you hear me?
(statics) Yes I am still hearing you, 3 on 5. We keep following the
Dauriath horizon, but without trespassing it. We do not see anything
unusual for now. Just seems there are more (statics) here.
officer: Please repeat: more what?
officer: What are you seeing unusual?
Ah (statics) more buildings, or larger.
officer: Any idea of the use of the larger buildings?
Not from this altitude. I try to take images with the telescope,
officer: But what?
What I see is... oh wow, this...
receiver: WOOUHOOWOOUHOOWOOUHOO SCHRIEKSCHRIEKSCHRIEKSCHRIEK
officer: t***, scrambled!
second: what the z*** They scrambled our radio transmission!
officer: Eh, I lost the carrier frequency!
commander: Well, I think it is useless now to wait for Alpha Alpha
Zulu to return...
second: They know exactly what we are doing!
officer: This Dauriath affair will not be so simple as in the
second: And as usual it will be to us the army to dispel the
delusions of the politicians»
Stellardrone, The Divine Cosmos
of the author
Dick, your telescope was not confiscated?
no, I had it at home on repair, when the police raided the astronomy
club. They took the 200mm, the 380mm with the Barlow, and all the
cameras, but not the 550mm big one!
550, it is one of the biggest amateur telescopes in the whole
idea of why they confiscated all amateur astronomy material? We did
nothing bad... Are we no longer in democracy?
I guess it is because of the Dauriath affair.
m***, this affair is invading everything. My uncle went to an
auction for a plot up there. He climbed up to 40,000 Gulds before
abandoning. It finally went at 87,000 Gulds, for just a six hectares
It is more expensive than a terrain in town! What is this madness of
paying so much for a plot if they even not know if it is land or
not repeat, because it is forbidden to use telescopes, especially
for that, said Dick.
the Dauriath. It is said that observing the Dauriath in the
telescopes shows the Gods. This is why amateur telescopes are all
forbidden now, and professional astronomy data is unpublished.
It is like in the ancient times, where religions forbade to use
telescopes, because they did NOT showed the Gods.
opposed opinions, but same fundamentalist mind.
you... well, tried?
shall not repeat.
first, by day we do not see much. No building are visible so far
away, but a lot of fields, meadows, cultivated areas, and many small
they are more than some thousands.
night, in infra-red, it is a different story.
you tried that?
I mounted Harvey's infra-red camera on the 550 big telescope. I
could not take many photographies, though, because infra-red films
are harder and harder to find.
by the Dauriath fever too, I guess.
This pick shows numerous villages. Each star is a village. But note
that the released energy is low, some hundreds of watts per house,
not much more than the human heat. They are probably well insulated,
to avoid being too much visible.
it is like this on each continent. We also have pastel hue lights in
some places. I have no idea of what they are, just that they shine
all night long. Perhaps it is the Gods.
hue lights? What the heck is it?
least it is beautiful. Sure that it is the Elves, ha ha ha!
sure, they seem unable to do ugly things. But this is not the best.
is there more?
boats. Look at these ones.
these lights are much brighter.
several megawatts each. It is serious big ships, not sails and
planks. And aligned like in a military formation. If they pull these
forward to defend the Horiathon, our old outdated ships are in
I spotted this fleet, I waited for the day to have a visible light
image of it. But...
I looked back in the morning, they were NOT HERE. There was nothing
in visible light, just open water.
is frightening. What the heck is going on up there?
don't know, just that I would not go to bother them. And you never
heard anything from me. You know nothing about the 550, and anyway
since I no more have films, I buried it. But I think it would be
nice to spread the word, because there will soon be illusions
crashing on hard realities.»
Caim was looking at the television, as usual, while his wife was
preparing the dinner in the kitchen. This evening was a debate on
democracy, with representatives of the Elven embassies.
One of the big concern of our governments is the lack of democracy
in the Dauriath lands, and even in the small elven countries in the
ambassador: Indeed, we do not have your formal and procedural
democracy. What we have is
interrupting: what protects the rights of the minorities in your
lands? We have laws and committees for this.
ambassador: We do not need such laws, because any opinion in the
elven mind is part of an harmony which
interrupting: We do have laws and quotas warrant of the rights of
any registered community. The largest ones have representatives in
the parliament and various state institutions. What happens in the
elven lands if a community claims its rights?
ambassador: This is not needed, because every community already has
its place in the common harmony. It works very well because the
interrupting: So communities have no legal rights. You understand
that it is a great cause of concern, and we may feel founded into
defending the rights of people in the Dauriath. How are your
prisoners in the Dauriath?
ambassador: Last people entering unauthorized in the Dauriath were
200 years ago, before the Horiathon was closed. We always treated
them well. Since, they died naturally, and
interrupting: Well, we heard a lot recently about hostages. What are
the conditions for liberating them?
ambassador: Dear sir, these hostages are in your movies, not in our
lands. Only you can liberate them from here!
(a short silence, then: ) I do not understand...
ambassador: Your governments provided us with no list of people
entering unauthorized in our lands (broad smile).
angry: K**** Elves, they lie as they breath. I really must go here
and fight them. Three weeks now before I go and we start the action.
Jilian, is the dinner ready?»
had to be patient with this boorish husband and failed union. She
too had dreams, and she knew exactly what would happen. In three
weeks Caim would join his army corps, and in four weeks (The Nations
Council ultimatum to the Elves for sending back all hostages) he
would parachute on the nearest Elven islands in the Dauriath. And
only some minutes after, she would be a war widow, with a good
pension and free to consecrate her life to something much more
interesting than just washing Caim's undies.
biggest problem for now was that he wanted her pregnant before his
departure, in order to «continue him» if he was killed.
But she arranged things with her physician, to make him believe, and
stop his continuous assaults.
Music: Kitaro, Koi
had brought his family for the first time in the huge hangar where
the large «Vanguard XII» ship was built. Yellowish
lights were descending from the obscure ceiling of steel beams, in
the resonating sounds of machinery, calls and metallic clangs.
Loading of the holds had begun, despite the ship was not yet
launched. But the re-opening of the Horiathon was in only ten days,
so that all the competitors will have to rush all together, before
unoccupied plots were taken by others.
showed proudly his settler card to the guards, and they were allowed
to climb into the ship, through a narrow metallic gangway and rusty
passages. Inside, they had a small cabin where they would have to
live all five for the two weeks of the travel. It would be left raw
metal, so that Morav had brought paint, like many other settlers,
while his wife Gurney had brought curtains and other house
took possession of their cabin with the enthusiastic ooohs and aaahs
of the settlers ready to discover a new land, and start some new
one of the first things Morav did, was to put on the iron wall his
map of the place where they were going. It was a short peninsula of
about 20kms long, called Abaquity (nobody knew where these names
were coming from, and none bothered to ask). It was subdivided in
256m wide squares of different colours: red for the most expensive,
then orange, yellow, and green for the cheapest. Some blue squares
were still available, while grey ones were for collective buildings,
and purple for parks. Morav proudly circled his orange plot with a
marker. It had a road planned just besides, making it suited for a
factory, and even for renting part of it to late comers, so that in
facts he would not have to work.
children were contemplating the map with mixed feelings.
the elder, immediately noticed a strange detail:
is there no indication of relief? Hill, meadow, or rocks?»
Indeed the complicated coastline was rather indicative of a rocky
place. But there was no way to know how the inner land was, flat, or
hilly, or even mountainous and unusable for any purpose. The
Settling company had just drawn straight lines everywhere, while
designers and landscapers placed here and there purple squares for
parks and greenery.
if the Elves do not let us go?» asked Nick, the youngest,
still speaking awkwardly.
Tatoon will kill them with his machine gun», replied Schmee,
paying attention to such a terrible remark in a child's mouth, Morav
was speaking with Gurney: «I think the best place to put our
house is here, just besides the road, in the middle of the parcel
side. This will make a long symmetrical facade with a wall. Just at
the end will be the access for the renters.
was already seeing his plot filled with businesses, paying for his
luxury house. He just totally ignored that, precisely in the point
he was showing, was a wonderful clearing in the forest, adorned with
flowery vines and grasses, enchanted by the songs of thousands birds
echoing under the canopy. They were not all chirping at random, but
making choirs and solos, grouping or alternating by species,
creating a sumptuous and never ending never repeating pastoral
symphony. A wonderful Elve with shiny jet black hair, Amasheen, was
sitting in meditation, enjoying the pure energy of the vivid nature
around her. She had to wait before resuming her walk, because a
group of wild does was nearby, and she did not wanted to disturb
them. Around, in the place that Morav had paid an excruciating cost
for, were large trees shadowing fairy greenery caves, pierced here
and there with sun rays with flying insects appearing as stars. In
another clearing, was a small house with a thatch roof. Its walls
were forming humps and blocks much resembling the surrounding rocks,
and covered with the same moss and ferns, so that this house just
looked as a natural part of the forest landscape. Inside the house,
walls were painted in shades of pastel purple, with a lot of nice
coloured fabrics hanging, and dried flowers forming alcoves. It was
well heated and safe from rain, with modern house implements and a
good quality tarpaulin layer under the thatch. This was the
meditation nest that Amasheen was sharing with Alazaër, her
perfectly knew that the Horiathon was to re-open in some days. They
also heard about the squares that greediness had drawn across their
wonderful land, that they called Amaootoo, the land of the black
ootoo bird who sings for the soul. But, to be frank, they were not
bothering at all. Even not thinking at it. They had duly performed
the various tasks the War Council requested from them, and after
they returned confidently to their sweet meditation, alternating
with farming and building in the near village. Even the H day was
not special, just it was a meditation day in the village temple, to
keep ready for some things they would be requested to. Amasheen
thought that it would be nice to bake cookies for this occasion.
such a confidence? It was however not unconsciousness: they
obviously knew something crucial than Morav and the other colonists
even not suspected.
Day H, midday minus 30 minutes.
World Council fleet was aligned, ready to intervene, with the
ultimatum coming at its end in 30 minutes.
was allowed on the bridge of his destroyer, the Barth, for
performing his technical duties. Here he could admire the fantastic
landscape of the Horiathon. Presently, the black ocean was forming
the usual huge hourglass shape. As if the weather was greeting them,
there were nearby no waves, and even a pale gleam of the red sun was
sneaking between the huge black clouds, lighting streaks of orange
foam, and making the surrounding void even darker, as a night sky.
The Nyidiath side was forming the bottom of the hourglass, the top
of a huge cone, with the horizon disappearing well bellow its usual
position, in the dark mist. Above, the Dauriath was forming a
similar cone, hanging from the sky.
World Council fleet had six large destroyers ships, close to the
Horiathon. A second row of twenty large troop carriers awaited just
a bit further, then aircraft carriers, logistics support ships were
waiting, filling the ocean until the horizon, including tens of
colons ships, ready to rush into the liberated lands on the heels of
the navy. Dan's ship was large, with many guns, although he did not
knew how these could be used against skinny anachoretes living in
straw huts. Everybody guessed that there was probably more than
these to fight, but whatever the Elves would align, Dan was
confident that they would win in any case. The propaganda movie had
muddled minds much farther than their designers intended: everybody
was sure that they would have to fight a Middle Age elven army...
even the military headquarters were believing these lies! Although
some lieutenants of the air force warned that there was more, but
they had been fired...
side, the morning saw an unexpected surprise: the wooden ships elven
fleet had disappeared during the night. They even not opposed the
moral barrier of having to ram through them. So the Dauriath ocean
was empty, and apparently free to enter. Among Human sailors, this
provoked huge laughters: the Elves, seeing their fate, fled in a
cowardly way. Journalists were also mocking in the media, saying
that after all, the Elves realized that they were no match, and they
fled far away in their mountains to try to save their lives. Some TV
shows even ridiculed Elven representatives saying that the access
forbidding was still in effect, and any intruder would put his life
at high risk.
between, the Horiathon was still like itself. As the morning was
elapsing, the bore wave weakened, changed from an small roll to a
series of light waves around the neck, which were now reduced to a
simple pattern of foam lines. Passing was now possible all the time
for their large ships. In more their powerful engines could make it
fast, reducing any hazard to nearby zero.
thing which troubled Dan were strange sounds, which seemed to
emanate from the mysterious depths of the ocean of the Dauriath,
900kms of unfathomed darkness. First, it was like long organ notes,
raising per octave, until the pitch was too high. Not very loud, and
they could even pass unnoticed with the rumble of the machines. Then
there were clicks, series of electronic clicks, like crickets, but
harder. Then the organs again. Only him noticed them, his team boss
seemed unaware of them. Or maybe he was like him, not daring to
acknowledge the subtle threat, which would imply to disobey the
orders and flee before it was too late. It was already too late
anyway: how could they flee, in the middle of the ocean?
Dan realized that he already heard these sounds, in several dreams,
months ago. Astonished, he pointed the Dauriath with his finger,
making the gesture of hearing with the other hand. But his boss just
frowned at him, and turned back to look at something else. They were
probably the only ones to hear, the others being all inside, in the
noise of the machines.
the fateful time approached, tense was growing. The rumble of the
machines heightened in volume and pitch, while the smoke streams
flew in spirals around the Horiathon neck. That was a really
gorgeous scene, especially with the excitement of the imminent
ship loudspeakers started a speech to heighten the spirit of the
troops. From here, Dan missed most, he could only get some words:
«action... ultimatum spent without results... glory... ready
to serve... liberate... honour». Other loudspeakers echoed
this from the other ships.
midday, the Estonan started to move forward, with the World Council
glorious hymn playing in every loudspeaker. Dan's boss was smiling,
looking at the ship: «Go Esty, go!» Another petty
officer joined them, and explained how proud and confident he was to
seek the liberation of all the hostages.
Estonan's prow engaged the curved surface of water. It was not so
easy than expected, as, with weightlessness, the Horiathon neck
started to wriggle, with the Estonan coming vertical from their
point of view. But after ten minutes of manoeuvres, she did it!
the Estonan was hanging above them, from the sky-like Dauriath
ocean. Screams and applauds greeted the feat, while the Grizzly
moved into position to pass in her turn. Next was Dan's ship, the
were all looking upward, to the Estonan, now accelerating to make
room for the following ones. Smoke was spiralling all around, with
the yells and excitement of all the sailors. Loudspeakers were
telling the success of the operations.
was not applauding: he went suddenly acutely aware of the strange
sounds, no longer able to contain them in a recess of his
consciousness. And fear started to tear his bowels. The patterns had
changed, to a random series of organ notes and a fast, steady
cricket chirp. It was louder too, and clearly emanating from the
Dauriath above them. The sailors in the Estonan could not miss it,
even inside their ship.
something strange happened, very fast, as if the whole Dauriath was
a gigantic blinking eye.
water was turning white with foam.
started away, but approaching very fast, so that Dan's memory
recorded a black circle surrounded with white, and decreasing very
was centred on the Estonan.
the circle zeroed on the Estonan, the elven ocean opened like a
monstrous flower of white foam, gleaming orange from fire and
explosions inside, and in a fraction of a second, the proud iron
ship was nothing more than a cloud of flaming shrapnel flying
some seconds, Dan, and probably the officers, first thought that
this silent disaster was a kind of hallucination. But it was not:
the huge bang of the explosion swept the remaining fleet, turning
the waters grey, while steel shards and machinery parts were
streaming trails of smoke in the sky. Soon they fell in a rain all
around, splashing in the water besides, or banging noisily against
the shields and decks of the Barth.
thought of the admirals probably was that the Estonan exploded from
some technical malfunction. The Grizzly was already past the
Horiathon, and it did not stopped its manoeuvre. The Barth started
to align in turn. Loudspeakers were now anxiously silent.
Grizzly was now well in the Dauriath Ocean, and Dan felt the Bart
pitching heavily while engaging in the Horiathon. In the Dauriath
ocean, where the Estonan was, the water was still foamy and
churning. The organ sounds were now replaced with a sharp and fast
cricket chirp, strong enough to be noticed everywhere.
it happened again: in a huge eye blink, the Dauriath turned white,
and the Grizzly was instantly picked in a huge pillar of foam,
strewn with orange exploding ordnance and black smoke of burning
fuel. From the closer position of the Barth, the bang was still
louder and sharper, and Dan felt pain in his ears. He also clearly
heard a kind of sharp and strong scream, as if some ocean god of the
depth was yelling at their sacrilege of bringing steel and violence
in the Elven Ocean.
Dan saw that his ship was now the next on line...
this time, the admirals understood that they were facing a totally
superior weapon, which was making their whole project definitively
impossible. The Barth veered hard in the very Horiathon neck,
listing so badly that water swept the deck from a side to the other.
For some minutes, in the threatening cricket sound, she fought to
regain a normal position on the Nyidiath side.
in the sailor's mess, long faces and defeated looks made a really
dull end of day. But above all, they were all wondering what
happened. The few witnesses, like Dan, were telling strange stories
of supersonic waves and terrifying screams. The only thing they knew
for sure was that two of their ships were entirely torn to tiny bits
by the violence of the phenomenon. Even not the exploding ammunition
could do this, but some compelling force rising from the water. Not
to arrange things, the officers were mute, and the ship loudspeakers
were not giving any information.
three hours of concerting, the World Council ships dispersed slowly,
followed by the colon ships. In the evening, not a single boat was
visible from the Horiathon. But the organ sounds could still be
heard, as watchful guardians forbidding the passage for many
centuries, for any unauthorized invader.
Day H, midday past 30 minutes
was flying his bomber aircraft through the huge space between the
two worlds. As a seasoned war pilot, he liked this 2000kms three
dimensional battlefield. His ordnance: napalm. His assigned target:
hundreds of elven villages. After, commandos would land, bulldozer
the houses and dispose of the bodies, so that the colonists would
even not suspect that this place was once inhabited. As we can
expect, Bob was not selected at random for this ugly job. He was
known in the Scythan Air Force for his hate of the Elves and his
general lack of morality.
hours of flight from the base to the target and back, for his
squadron of 80 planes. While they were en route, other squadrons
would take off in turn, carrying other bombs, parachutists and
equipment. The infernal noria would last for weeks: everything had
to be completed, and all traces erased, before the first settler
boats reach the land.
hours is a bit dull, especially when they had to get up very early
(6 hours before the official ultimatum). His ears were numbed by the
noise of the engines and propellers. All around them was only grey
mist, right, left, above, under. Even the radar screen was empty.
They were in the top cloud layers of the Uvol, the huge cyclone
which permanently surrounds the Horiathon, at 1000kms of any solid
surface. In the beginning, they joked between pilots, but now they
had entered the radio silence zone. So that Bob was feeling rather
bored, and even distracted.
TANG TWING CLANG
knew well this noise of shattered duraluminium, resounding into the
whole airframe: he was hit by bullets.
where did they came from? Bob tried to look everywhere he could, he
was seeing nothing in the mist, save the closest planes of his
he saw a small aircraft without propellers, a jet aircraft! It
zapped swiftly between him and the closest team, and Bob could
estimate its size: no more than four metres long! Without any
visible cockpit. He saw another one firing, and yet several others
zigzaging around, arriving from behind them, swift and annoying like
ordered the squad leader in the radio. Bob immediately turned hard
left, and he soon found himself alone. But not everything was nice
for the others, as he saw a spiralling piece of metal passing by.
sound was coming from behind. Assuming the strange plane was
following him, he turned hard, taking 4 g, missing to break his own
plane. For one second, he saw the mysterious hunter passing on the
right side. Then he was alone again, his radar showing only the
dispersed squadron flying all around like a bee swarm. In the mist,
he had no way to know where his pursuer was, and he thought for a
moment that he was safe.
bullets were not big, so that they had little chances to inflict any
lethal damage to his plane. But they were shot with an incredible
accuracy, by rounds of only two or three, and only when they could
reach their target for sure. With such an economic fight, this
attacker could harass him for hours, a thing Bob could not afford.
weeep weeep low oil pressure in hydraulic tank 2.
time Bob climbed hard, so that to cancel his speed, and be able to
turn right on himself and face the enemy. Classical manoeuvre in air
fight, but ineffective here, in the low gravity of the Horiathon.
Even his radar was mostly useless: designed to work in a normal
atmosphere, it could not show targets in a three dimension space,
and the other squad members were randomly appearing and disappearing
of its screen. And it probably even not showed the stealth enemy
planes. Bob started to fly at random, to avoid being aligned by one
of them. To no avail: he saw again one zapping past his left, just
to be engulfed again in the mist. It is as if he was chasing ghosts!
Without pilots... Bob was really puzzled!
he did not knew is that the elven scientists did not lost time in
seven centuries, knowing that they would be attacked as soon as the
Horiathon would be open. And, in this time where Humans were just
creating their first printed circuit boards computers, the Elves
already had powerful microprocessors, built in their secret
factories beyond the horizon of the Dauriath... Bob was chased by a
relentless electronic hunter, seeing him in infrared through the
clouds, never tired or distraught, calculating each shot in a
millisecond, and able of withstanding four times more g than him. It
had no need to be big: the outcome of the fight was certain.
TANK TANK TANK
time a huge flame went out of his left wing: fuel tank pierced.
Fortunately it was the supplementary one, under his wing, so that he
just had to eject it to quench the fire. But now he knew that he
would never return to his base.
dreadful machine was not aiming at the cockpit, so as to try to
spare his life. Each of its light impacts did only minor damage, but
it was slowly and methodically dismantling his plane. A short
glimpse of a black smoke trail told Bob that the fight was already
lost for another team member. Or perhaps it was his own tank: Bob
was now totally disoriented, with all his wild turns, seeing only
fugitive specks on his radar screen. Science fiction movies were
wrong: the Human psyche is unable of a true three-dimensional fight
without any beacon.
was a moment of silence, where Bob could hope he escaped his
pursuer. He had understood that, in the weightlessness, he had no
need of speed to remain in flight. So he managed to let his speed
die, making him able to turn faster with just changing his engines
throttle, and face any attack. He could even let his plane rotate on
itself, and see all around.
suddenly he saw it again, nearby touching his left wing: a light
grey body, hardly visible in the clouds, with a diamond section to
escape radar, and a diamond shaped opening at each end, for the jet
engine. Its two small black guns were visible on each wing root.
Smartness, economy, elegance, all this made it irretrievably elvish.
More streaks of vivid colours and flowers. Flowers, yes! That was
the final blow. Furious, Bob hit the rudder to try to smash it. Bad
reaction, as this allowed it to shot him at blank point. Bob needed
half a second to evaluate a situation and react, it only two
a red light illuminated his dashboard, from behind. This time it was
serious, and he had no need of all the alarms blaring to understand:
fire in the bomb hold. At any second his plane would be a fireball
had to get up and scramble in the narrow smoky cockpit to reach the
door, as fast as he could. Then he jumped out. Some seconds after,
he saw the mist illuminated in orange, in front of him: his plane
first, he did not understood what happened. His parachute opened
rightly, but did not fully inflated. It was just loosely pulling him
in some direction. In the weightlessness, Bob was not falling. No
wind, no way to know if he was moving. No clues of anything like a
top, bottom, right or left. The only thing he could hear was the
decreasing wail of the jet engine, and then the silence. How could
an electronic device understand that the fight was over??? This was
beyond Bob's understanding.
of metal drifted past Bob, from his plane. Or from another. In the
following half hour, he could hear at times the buzzing of
propellers, or explosions. Then it was the full silence. That
incredible thing had happened: he had lost the battle! Without even
having the occasion of firing a single bullet!
now, in the weightlessness, he was drifting into the Uvol, the
permanent whirlpool of winds circling the Horiathon. It could take
days, or even months, before he landed somewhere, in any of the two
worlds. No way for him to know where he was. No way for anybody to
find him in a billion kilometres cube of mist.
really hated the Elves, and he screamed insults all around, that
nobody would ever hear.
least, he hoped that other squads could pass and accomplish their
mission. But precisely they were having an even worse problem.
Day H, 1pm.
Wagner, The invocation of Alberic (Das RheinGold)
or: Enya, Tempus Vernum
of the author
did not switched the television on. She never did, since her husband
Caim departed for the war. She hated the bad news of war and economy
crisis, the arrogant tone of the speaker, the hardly veiled racist
speeches, the inexpressive music by half naked twits, the stupid
ever-repeating games. However she knew that today was the H day,
where the ultimatum expired and the troops would start to swarm in
the Dauriath. She hated all this, just hoping that there would be
still some nice places left after all this senseless destruction.
and agitated people in the street.
and wails form the neighbours.
were not screams of victory, but of despair and disbelief. Wondering
what was happening, Jilian wanted to start the television.
never did: four huge explosions shook her building on its very
foundation, and the electricity went off.
reached the window of the bedroom, on the other side of the
building. And she saw: four ochre mushroom clouds, perfectly
aligned, rising above the near air force base. No more airstrip. No
more death noria to the Dauriath. War was over for them too. At
least, these ones should be happy to be still alive, and to meet
again their wives and children this very evening.
Jilian slowly receded from the window, while other series of
explosions were coming, muffled in the distance. It was very strange
and disconcerting to see this exotic war suddenly appearing right
here, right in their well ordered and well mowed bourgeois
neighbourhood, instantly turning the beatific optimism of the
television into a deadly nightmare for everybody. Nobody ever
expected anything like this, that the Elves would be able of
retaliating so fast, so massively, and anywhere they wanted. Jilian
did not needed the TV to understand that it was now a lost war.
Day H, 1pm
Dead Can Dance, Host of Seraphim
of the group
parachute regiment too had to face the harassment by the dreadful
electronic hunters. Seeing the coming disaster, the squad leader
broke the radio silence and ordered the formation do disperse and
rally on «Point Pickering», the code name of one of
their six intended targets. This tactic worked: their 80 aircrafts
outnumbered the hunters, so that 18 of them arrived in various times
on one of the closest Elven islands. Here they dropped all their
soldiers and two cargoes of heavy equipment. After the anguish of
the fierce aerial fight, they felt the relief of at last jumping on
their target. Their group still had enough ammunition and heavy
equipment to complete their mission here: destroy the five elven
village on this small island.
We miss a lot of boys!
not worry, they had to jump at random, but they will land somewhere
deserves a lesson. Look at these ridiculously flowered houses!
ha it is a circus!
children toy village!
tree huggers will pay for our lost comrades!
you think they have the hostages here?
chances, but it looks like an important place, look at all these
we can call this houses... I see a pink one, shaped like a cupcake,
ha ha ha!
with these veggie eaters!»
was too feeling angry, but something else, unpleasant, started to
lurk in his consciousness, that he could not yet identify. He
expected to see jails, barracks or ugly totalitarian housing, giving
a legitimate motive to attack. But what he was discovering was
entirely different of the propaganda picture: lovely houses
inhabited by peaceful people... But was astonished him the most was
that, far from calming his comrades, this was giving them more
desire to kill!
they landed in a forest.
the terrain was really bad, with slopes, ravines, boulders, a thick
undergrowth making walk difficult, and worse, tall trees hampering
even the parachute landing: a bulldozer hanging at fifteen metres of
the ground, it is prettily useless. Probably the Elves even not
tried to remove it, so that it may still be there today. Men, at
least, could cut their parachute ropes and use them as improvised
methods for climbing down the trees. Two fell and badly injured
needed about one hour to regroup and take a bearing. The undergrowth
was rather thick and hard to travel. In more they could not shout,
so that they probably lost some tens of boys here, unable to locate
left here all the heavy gear and food, more the two injured, before
starting to walk on some semblance of trail they found, wearing only
weapons and ammunition, in the supposed direction of the closest
village. The trees were so tall that they could not see the sun, an
they had to rely only on their compass to find their way. The
Dauriath had no proper magnetic field, but the Nyidiath field was
going through it, so that the compass were still giving an usable
information, provided that one knew the magnetic declination of the
of the men behind Yson suddenly let a gasp, and fell on the ground.
they soon had to admit that Miked was dead, with blood covering his
chest. And no way to guess what happened. Probably he was hit by a
bullet, but there was no cracking sound.
x******* have ambushed gunmen. Let's go ahead before he gets others.
I don't like this place at all, we are in a kind of glen!
way, the slopes around are too steep. Lets us run through this
troop started to run with difficulty through fallen branches and
lianas. The path was in fact the bed of some temporary water stream,
making it more difficult than expected, with foot traps and slippery
two other men fell, and yet another, with an ugly scream. They just
heard a weak pop from the invisible weapon used against them,
followed by noises of trashed bushes: their attacker moved fast
after each shot, apparently not hampered by the thicket.
there was a searing light, bang and pain. A grenade! Caim and Arlope
fell dead near Yson, while Guerard started to swear, probably hit
too. But he continued. Yson was paralysed with the shock, so that
his mates probably though he was dead too. They mercilessly took
all his weapons with them, and continued to run past him. Then he
heard their trampling diminishing in the undergrowth. He found
himself alone, unable to move, with a huge burn feeling in his
chest, arms and face. After a silence, the birds started to sing
again around him, and the flowers to be nice.
these violent people gone, the forest was now beautiful and calm,
with the sunlit leaves and branches making a luminous stained glass
high above him. Accustomed to the sumptuous silence, he started to
hear the rustle of thousands insects flying here and there. And this
cruel war was now looking so out of place...
realized at last that he already experienced this... in a dream,
which occurred some months ago. He felt stupid, not to have
accounted with it! Because he was now lying here, injured, unable,
losing his blood, weakened by the shock, and with very little
chances to be rescued by anybody...
funny thing happened soon: his pain disappeared, and he soon felt
confident and serene. He understood: the metal shards in his body
were delivering some anaesthetic... Darn it was really an elven
could examine his injuries, and he found that none was serious. But
he was bleeding a lot, and it took half an hour to stop, leaving him
dizzy and weak. Any attempt to move could re-open his wounds. Only
thing he could do was installing himself as comfortably as he could
in the sand and leaves. He had just a gourd of water and some dried
Day H, 1:20 pm.
was sitting at the control panel of the Progress II nuclear reactor.
As usual there was not much to do, just having at times a circular
look at all the indicators and screens, in the hum of the
conditioned air and quiet whistle of the turbines in the machines
be frank, Ramsey was quite bored and he did not loved these long
afternoons on duty, especially that he was now feeling sleepy form
his last meal. As to this war with the Dauriath, he was even not
thinking at it. Although he hoped to be some day able of building
nuclear plants up there.
all boredom stopped.
alarm started to buzz loudly, with several red lights appearing.
could clearly hear the clang of the boron control bars falling into
the core of the reactor, and the displays showed the neutron flux
series of clicks of electrical relays told him of the disconnection
of the power lines, loss of synchronisation of the generators, and
the automated closure of the steam valves to the turbines. Other red
or orange indicators lighted up, while green ones went off. The
machinery rumble stopped, and the generators whistle faded out in a
long down glissando.
the now silent factory, Ramsey heard the twank of the starting
emergency cooling pumps, with their unpleasant cringing sound. He
could just gaze, scared and powerless, at these indicators going on
and off, all this automated machinery behaving on its own, as if
some devil had taken control of it. His heart went mad, and he
really feared the worse, that «excursion» thing that no
nuclear plant operator ever dares to envision...
boss entered, extremely upset.
the hell is going on? Why did you started the emergency shutdown
did nothing, sir, There was nothing abnormal, and...
we are disconnected from the grid??? How it happened??
I... don't know... and the emergency shutdown happened BEFORE the
Are you sure? There is no automated procedure like this... things
went in the wrong order!»
«Can we restart the reactor?
sir, we need at least six hours for this, and then it will be xenon
poisoned, so that we need to wait for two days. And in more we do
not know what disconnected the network lines. We need to know that
hour later, the air conditioning was blowing cold air, so that they
had to switch it off. Suddenly, the control room was rocked by a
loud bang, plaster blocks fell from the ceiling, lamps swayed, and a
whole panel of indicators went totally dark.
the... Ramsey, look at the core! The core!
reactor core is under control, sir, and its temperature and pressure
are lowering as expectable. It is the power transformers, all the
signals went dead. We are on the emergency generators only.
the transformers cannot explode like this??? Go outdoors, see what
happens... The hell with these buildings without windows!»
Day H, 7:58pm
Medwyn Goodall: The Last Battle
of the author
and his amateur astronomer friends were watching the TV, waiting for
the news. People were already aware that things were not going as
planned with the attack of the Horiathon, as the self-appraising
speeches all stopped together in the following hour, and no report
came since on the progress of the military actions. Instead, several
series of explosions rattled the windows of their very town, and
rumours of a huge retaliation against the whole Nyidiath were
spreading very fast by the telephone, starting a panic.
guess is that something went wrong, started one.
the Elves was definitively a bad idea, feared another. Who knows
which strange weapon they encountered.
even magic, like in the ancient legends.
some technology we don't know. And they were smashed!
think, replied Dick, that the government should have used all the
telescopes they confiscated, to look on the Dauriath what they would
REALLY have to face here. But I bet they just put them on shelves.
Not to use a telescope is always a bad idea.
tried as much as I could to speak of the strange lights, but few
paid attention, and the rumour did not spread beyond the circles of
pro-Elves people. Pro-war people just dismissed them.
those k*** politicians have an idea, there is no way to make them
change their minds. If one day one of them says that 2+2=5, the
others will need two centuries to realize that it is not true, and
two more to find that...
here are the news.»
the general surprise, it was not the usual speaker who appeared, but
Elanar, one of the Elf ambassadors,
the one who used to make important declarations. And he started at
once with a stern voice:
citizens of the Nyidiath,
is the official Elven embassy of the Dauriath speaking to you.
you probably know, the governments of most of your countries started
today a vast and concerted attack on our lands in the Dauriath. This
attack on our peaceful and non-threatening world had no real motive,
based only on some fancy accusations of hostages. The attack
included several concerted assaults by sea and by air, some of them
using torture means such as napalm and nerve gasses.
ourselves in a position of legitimate defence, we reacted and
repelled these wantonly assaults, so that none of them reached our
could be satisfied with this local victory. However History learned
us that, in the past, these assaults never came alone. They were
always followed by larger and larger ones, until our technical
inferiority forced us to flee, or to be slaughtered.
we will not let this happen again.
decided do close your weapon industry, so that you shall never again
launch such attacks against our innocent people. This will also
avoid to hurt yourselves in one or another of your senseless wars.
also noted that your pollution and overpopulation are posing severe
threats on our two worlds. We found things like dioxin, PCB,
strontium or plutonium in our most sacred places, and this is
totally unacceptable. And especially stupid, since these things are
much more harmful to you Humans than to us Elves.
we decided to also bring some of your civilian industry under
control, while proposing a peace plan which will be very favourable
to the Nyidiath peoples.
let everybody clearly know that we are not speaking in the air, we
neutralized all your airports, your nuclear plants, and several
weapon facilities. And if we do not have clear responses from your
governments after tomorrow at noon, we are ready to totally
obliterate the industrial potential of the concerned countries. So
if you are not confident in your government, it is cautious not to
go at work tomorrow, and any other day until they sign the treaty.
peace plan is as follow:
1: The inhabitants of the Nyidiath remain free to lead their world
as they find good, according to the Human Rights Statement,
eventually in electing democratic governments. However there are the
2: In order to ensure peace, the weapon industry will be immediately
closed, save some light means for police purposes. Especially, any
nuclear test or military rocket launch will be considered as an act
of war, allowing the Elven lands to eliminate the concerned
government without any further warning or notice.
3: In order to stop pollution, any nuclear reactor will be stopped
immediately. It is also forbidden to extract or enrich uranium, and
to open spent fuel tubes. Such acts will be considered as acts of
war, with the same consequences as with a nuclear test. A 10 years
plan will identify and control harmful chemicals, while a 15 years
plan will stop the use of coal and oil, before the climate is
modified. The Elven science and industry will offer their expertise
for these purposes.
4: A 100 years plan will have to bring down the population of the
Nyidiath to a level compatible with the ecology resources. The Elven
scientists will bring their medical expertise for this purpose, and
also for fighting diseases.
5: There is no plan for populations moves from the Dauriath to the
Nyidiath, and the «Return of the Elves» is only a
metaphor for the return of wisdom and beauty. However we know that
more and more persons are becoming Elves in the Nyidiath. These
people are to be considered as regular citizens of your countries,
with the same rights, included the right to gather and live
according to the Elven customs. Any discrimination is forbidden, be
it in laws or in customs, against the Elves or against anybody else.
6: Spiritual freedom must be re-established immediately, everywhere
and for everybody.»
was a moment of silence, while Elanar nodded. Then, smiling softly,
there is a seventh unwritten article. Remember, peoples of the
Nyidiath, that you have the democratic right to choose your
governments and your representatives. This is a fantastic right, to
be used wisely. So, instead of electing the most manipulative, or
the most sexy (laughters), you should use this right to choose the
educated, smart and wise ones. But we shall not go as far as
proposing elven-approved candidates: it is up to you to hear what
they say and find out who are the good ones. If you are not able to
do so, Only you will bear the consequences.»
was a silence in the room, while the TV started squeaking
advertisings. People were flabbergasted, unable to reply.
these Elves are monsters, they want to submit us!»
this came angry shouts or despair wails from the neighbours. But,
like a reminder, two explosions resounded somewhere in the distance,
and the electricity faltered. All around in their building, and from
the closest ones, were sounds of violent discussions, steps,
Dick had an unexpected reaction: he switched the TV set off, took
his guitar and started to play a well known peace music.
folks, don't you realize that these conditions are in fact very
advantageous for us? They do not seek any revenge, and even not any
control, when they could just eradicate us. They just want us to
stop war and pollution, and they offer for free the means to do so.
It is a win win bargain for everybody. The government just has to
wake up and sign this treaty, so that we can get our telescopes
back, and resume our study of evolved binary stars, right?»
silence greeted this statement, with thoughtful looks. There was
nothing to argue anyway, just to guess when their government would
sign the treaty.
H, very late in the night
minister, this is not understandable.
it an error of the operator? This Ramsey?
He is a very competent engineer, with excellent notes. Anyway the
recorders show no actions of him. In more, exactly the same thing
happened just some minutes later in the Progress I reactor. There
are several moments where machines started or stopped without
apparent cause, totally out of sequence, about one hour before the
transformers were destroyed.
could this happen?
we do not know. Some people think it is...
if you put this in your report I sack you!
understand, sir. I shall not. But you had to know. It is the only
why did they used telekekesis or whatever, they just had to demolish
the reactors, as they did with the ones under construction!!
destroying an operating nuclear reactor would release vast amounts
of radioactivity, killing a huge number of innocent people. This is
totally unacceptable for the elven philosophy. Remember, in all they
actions, they always care to spare any unnecessary killing.
b*** they are experts in public relations and manipulation! If we
continue the fight we lose any support of the public opinion! We are
forced to submit to their v*** treaty!!
do not need much power to do this. Just push the armature of a relay
for two millimetres... And it seems that they used telekinesis in
tell me that it is the magic of the Elves!
am afraid that we cannot resist that... if they can stop a nuclear
reactor at a distance, who knows what else they can do.»
Day H +1
Medwynn Goodall, Behold the darkness
of the author
could still hear sounds of fight for the reminder of the day, mostly
cracking of firearms from his mates. But by the evening they became
rare, and finally stopped.
he spent a dreadful night, unable to get up or to sleep, and
suffering from extreme cold despite the warm weather. He had
exhausted his few water and food.
the worse were the noises. In his extreme weakness, Yson was unable
to defend himself from fear and wild imagination, in this dark and
sinister glen. The presence of the two corpses of his mates was not
were first trampling sounds, not far from him.
a huge snorting.
small trampling sounds, at only some metres of him.
the absolute darkness, he could not guess anything... but he saw
specks of red light! At four metres of him!
the cold bite of terror filled his whole body... making him
paralysed, with nothing else in his mind than this extreme terror...
first dull lights of the day revealed a tall dark silhouette with
kind of horns upright on the head, and the flashing red eyes! And it
could not be a tree stump or something: a slow and deep breath was
clearly audible, with prr sounds at times, or the silhouette moved
with noises of steps and disturbed stones.
he getting the visit of some fearsome demon? Like in the horror
movies? Or an alien monster? A giant vampire bat? Or just an
hallucination from weakness? There should be a «rational»
explanation... But try to think «rational» with one
third of your blood lost in the sand... Yson was simply unable to
think, just feeling the extreme fear... He thought at firing at the
silhouette, but he had no weapon!
Michel Pépé - Les Jardins du Monde
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the day rising revealed something entirely different.
had flipped like mad for just a simple horse!
his urban life and imagination nourished with horror movies, Yson
could not think at such a benign thing. He was even unable to
recognize the sound of a snorting horse!
was a magnificent horse, with a pure white hair, and some dark grey
spots on his muzzle and around his eyes. His back was also subtly
spotted in light pearly grey. His whole body was covered by what
seemed an elegantly adjusted green camouflage net, looking like
leaves, making him nearby invisible in the forest, while allowing
for normal perspiration. His hoofs were bearing silencing pads too.
What Yson did not knew is that he had landed on one of the three
and he was encountering one of the magnificent white elven horses
who, seven centuries ago, made life possible here for the Elves.
horse was looking at Yson.
he approached, and went to warm Yson's face with his breath,
uttering some friendly rrrh rrrh sounds. This is how Yson could see
what were the flashing red lights: yellow devices hanging from the
horse neck, and bearing the word «rescue» in his own
language! Darn, how could they know his nationality in advance???
Yson took one of them in hand, trying to figure out the meaning of
all this. But right at this moment, the horse pulled his neck,
making the apparatus going loose. It emitted a short beep, and
stopped flashing. Hearing this, the horse jumped elegantly above
Yson, examined the two nearby corpses for some seconds, and then
is only the afternoon that Yson was found by a group of elven
soldiers, mounted on the same kind of beautiful white horses. They
explained that the yellow things were radio beacons, and the horses
were much better than the Elves at walking in the thick undergrowth
and finding all the injured or lost people scattered in the forest.
It was a dangerous task, since some of the parachutists were still
wanting to fight. But the Elves did not wanted any killer loose in
their forest, so that they would comb it entirely, three times
rather than once.
they had worse cases to care of, so that they just gave him some
food and a cover.
in the evening, another team picked Yson on a horse. They were
already carrying Jen, one of Yson's mate, who was moaning half
unconscious from some serious internal injury, and Deniel, his two
legs broken when falling from the trees. Following were also two
other soldiers that Yson did not knew, their hands tied in their
back, and bruises on their faces. Probably they made some
difficulties when captured... Bad idea, these elven soldiers were
better in Karate than in magic!
is how Yson was brought in one of the villages, in an improvised yet
well organized hospital. The usual inhabitants had been evacuated,
so that presently only soldiers were around, wearing functional yet
elegant camouflage suits, with even some embroideries! Yson had to
undergo surgery, and they removed several pieces of shrapnel. He
would keep scars, including one on his face, but at least he was not
diminished or disabled.
DAY H + 3
Music:Stellardrone - Sublime first part
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had found out how to get himself out of this misty weightlessness
just had to pull his useless parachute with his arms. So that it
would stop dragging him in the air currents. Then he could fall,
even slowly, even without direction, but at least he would land
somewhere before dying of thirst or cold. He also quickly found
another use to his parachute: wrapping himself in, to protect from
the icy cold of the high altitude.
two days and two nights, Bob drifted in the mist, without any way to
know where he was going. He got frostbites in his face and fingers,
his feet were totally numb. He was dizzy with head ache, from low
oxygen. Hunger and thirst soon added to this torture.
saw some strange things, like coloured and tasty clouds. Probably
some bacteria were remaining long enough in the clouds, to be able
to reproduce here. Other times he saw a set of strange shiny white
spheres drifting past him, which turned out to be two metres large
hailstones, from one of the numerous storms of the Horiathon.
Happily none of them ever reached the ground.
second night, more wind on his face told him that his plan had
worked: his fall was accelerating, at last. But he still had no idea
of where he was going.
suddenly he emerged from the clouds, into the void.
was a breathtaking, fantastic vision.
the Earth astronauts cannot experience this.
was floating between the two worlds, night side, as if he was
walking in space. But there was still air to breath here: with
weightlessness, the atmosphere was extending very far around the
Horiathon. Clouds shining at night were sometimes visible here.
was seeing the two worlds together, as if he was in orbit. He was
still in the shadow of the Nyidiath, so that he could see the black
sky with stars. On the Nyidiath side, lights of the large cities
were forming a net of yellow stars. On the Dauriath side, the day
soon started to illuminate the blue ocean, and the closest lands
began shining with greenery. It was a overwhelming vision, totally
silent in the freezing cold.
day coming replaced the starry sky with a more familiar high
altitude dark blue sky, while the sun was revealing the Nyidiath
ochre plains and cities. The view was no longer space-like, but
still gorgeous. Around the Horiathon, the clouds were presently
forming a kind of pancakes stack, sometimes called the Hoob, in more
of the usual Uvol around the neck. Looking here revealed vertiginous
obscure chasms between the hundred kilometres thick clouds. Later,
the sun came illuminating right in the chasms, showing red hazes and
rainbows. It was so sumptuous a view, so magnificent, that even the
heartless Bob felt the emotion: the sheer beauty of their two
worlds, their life places, united by an incredible astrophysics
was walking bare feet in space, in a way, needing no protection.
could not avoid gazing at this incredible scene, that very few could
see before him, since the first aircrafts flew here, thirty years
Thirty years? Bob soon received a lesson of humility. He heard
something. Something he could never expect to hear in this place.
a flock of geese, passing near him, in their eternal journey from a
world to the other. Birds were in their element, here. It was their
world, and they freely roamed these huge spaces since tens of
thousand years. And they perfectly managed the three dimensional
space. Bob knew geese only roasted. He discovered them in their true
nature of masters of the air and space.
the wind was now strong around him, he still had no visible
perception of movement, in this vastness of space. But with the day
passing, he saw that he was approaching the Dauriath. He was tempted
to use his parachute, but this would make him drift again for days.
No way to avoid the Dauriath or to direct his course, anyway. In the
middle of the day, he was at least nearing the ground. He found
again all the sensations of the parachutist, air speed, top and
bottom, the Nyidiath drowning in the blue sky above him, and the
ground now rushing toward him. He carefully allowed his parachute to
deploy, until he felt the liberating shock in his harness.
found himself hanging above a lovely landscape of soft rolling hills
and ancient craters, mostly covered with forest, strewn with fields
and villages. But there were no visible roads or factories.
he approached the ground, Bob saw more details. Lovely houses with
tile roofs, adorned with flower bushes and gardens enclosed with dry
stones walls or ivy covered fences. Small fields were separated with
flowered hedges or fruit trees. Here and there were solar heaters or
solar panels, but Bob ignored what they were. Little by little, as
he was slowly approaching the elven paradise, the marvellous
symphony of the birds appeared to him, while the warm air was
carrying perfumes of flowers and nature. It was such a moving vision
of happiness that even Bob's evil heart faltered again.
landed in an orchard at some tens of metres of a large house. Birds
were chirping, crickets singing, and the perfumes of the fruits were
voluptuous. Laughters and children play could be heard from the
home. All this emanated such an happiness and beauty that Bob was
moved. Hesitating, he started some slow steps toward the house,
while hiding from it.
suddenly he found an open air altar!
a kind of half gazebo, leaned against curved dry stone walls, all
adorned with flowers and vines. There was a little black skinned
statue Bob could not recognize, and offerings: a plate with fruits
or small cakes.
religious signs! Bob was instantly in a rage for this. He kicked the
statue and plates, and threw his two days of pilot's diapers on the
debris. Then he reminded his mission. He was here to destroy all
this, and free the land from those hairy Elves, their irrealistic
beauty and their religious nonsense, so that serious settlers could
build cities and factories. Anyway if they caught him, they would
surely kill him. So better Bob kill as many of them as he could,
before. He took his pilot's revolver in hand, and walked toward the
should had noticed that the laughters had stopped*
entered the house. Nobody. No grids, no locks, no shutters, these
blokes were really confident. This room was entirely panelled with
warm brown wood, marquetry and sculptures, forming cosy corners,
alcoves and window frames, enhanced with streaks of vivid purple or
copper. The ground was of high quality tiles, alternating red ochre
and yellow ochre in an intricate Penrose pattern. Table and chairs
were elaborated woodwork, and copper electric lamps lighted the
whole. The table showed an interrupted meal, with half empty plates
and a smoking pan. A recess was sheltering a home computer, but Bob
did not knew what it was. Children toys and books were strewn here
kicked the table, sending the tableware crashing on the ground in a
was some noises upstairs, and a young child crying. Heavy furnitures
were hastily pushed.
he though, they sensed his presence in some way. This would owe them
just some minutes more life.
climbed the stairs, making them bang at each of his slow foot steps,
like in the horror movies.
he found a closed door. He tried to push it, but it was probably
blocked by furnitures. He heard murmuring voices and steps behind.
He fired one shot through the door, with no apparent result. This
he had a better idea.
in the floor level, he quickly found what he needed: a small axe,
firewood and lighters.
let out a huge threatening laughter, as in the movies, and entered
back the living room, starting preparations to arson the house, with
its inhabitants entrenched in the upper floor.
should have noticed that no more noise could be heard from the
was busy cutting furnitures and tearing books to start a fire, his
lighter and revolver on the floor besides him.
seized his revolver, lighter in hand, ready to light the fire.
what are you doing? asked the first, in a commanding tone.
replied Bob, making the psychopath laughter of the movies. Then he
aimed at the first with his revolver. He could not miss them, their
fate was certain.
something totally unexpected happened.
totally lost any will.
fell flat on the ground like a rag doll. The revolver shot went off,
but it ended in a wood panel.
Elves swiftly approached, seized the revolver, and attached his
hands and feet with some rope, and then pulled his four members in
his back, tying them all together.
felt his will again, and he kicked and screamed in rage. But it was
too late: the rope was solid, and the elven knots safe.
he realized what had happened: The Elves had recovered their magical
powers! Not the terrible war powers of the ancient times, but
peaceful and elegant methods, like suppressing his will, paralysing
him. They just did this for two minutes, but this was enough. Very
probably too, they sensed his presence well before he landed. And
anyway he was stupid: such a large house had several stairs, and
they all escaped by the others.
inhabitants went back in the room, by groups of two or three. It was
a Big Family, four couples uniting to have children together, more
some friends, brothers and grand-parents sharing their experience.
There were oohs and aaahs when they discovered their demolished
furniture and attempt to start a fire. One of the children, his face
bathed with tears, cried «Lia shrashey eia Tatah» (You
torn my Tatah), waving his mutilated child colouring book. Others
were taking photographs of the devastated paradise, which would for
sure be in all the Nyidiath TV screens this very evening.
they carried him in another room, and posed him on a carpet, and sat
all together around. Authoritarian voices were still coming from the
were discussing in elven language, but when all was set they
stopped. The four Masters entered. Bob knew that they would not kill
him, not torture him. But it would perhaps be worse...
are sorry, sir, started the first, while another was translating for
the Big Family, but we promised before your attack that any act of
war in our lands would be punished just as your laws punish criminal
more, your hateful actions against non-fighters and children came
more than 40 hours after your Nations Council signed the Surrender
and Contrition Act (translation)»
was an incredible blow for Bob: they had lost the war, nearby
sir, before attacking, you should have asked if the war was still
going on» A huge roar of laughter greeted this translation,
and even the four Masters could not avoid smiling. But soon the
first started again:
sir, your senseless acts made no victims. This will probably spare
you a long sentence. But before transferring you to our court, we
want to provide you an occasion of understanding and regretting your
suddenly all went serious, rectifying their position. In less than a
minute, the atmosphere was tense with concentration. Even the
youngest children were keeping a perfect meditation posture, with
the naive seriousness of their age.
was starting to feel some relief: they could do him nothing with
just sitting and wishing and making rituals.
least it is what he thought...
suddenly, the fantastic love of live of the Elves was in his heart,
the marvellous feeling of inhabiting such a wonderful place, more
all the details, the love of the spouse, the sweet confidence of the
children, the fulfilment feeling of the elders... it was so strong
that he could not avoid a moan... The symphony of birds was moving
his heart, and the least sound, like the creaking of a chair, a
simmering soup, had its full load of wonderful memories, or just
telling the presence of a loved one... And him, in the middle of all
this happiness and beauty, pastel hues and perfumes, he realized he
was looking like a big excrement, with his brown leather suit and
his hate of life... The shame reached an unbearable level, and his
please» said the Master, and the incredible revelation halted.
They all took again more casual poses, inquiring his reactions with
we offered you to feel things as we feel them, so that you know the
truth and are able to lead your life accordingly. (translation)
However nobody has the right to impose you any permanent feeling, so
that we shall not do this again, and you are now the sole
responsible of changing your life and behave better. What do you
though Bob, that was close. But at least they would not do this
incredible thing again. He could recover his own feelings, and make
his own choice. The others were keeping silent, knowing he needed
Bob did his choice in full freedom. But he did the wrong choice...
This is, alas, the cost of freedom.
I don't regret» he boasted.
whole Big Family showed their disappointment. Bob wanted to argue,
or say hurting things. But the four Masters just went up and
departed, without manifesting any emotion. Without translator, Bob's
spite was useless.
more of being evil, he felt stupid. He knew he did the wrong choice,
like a drunkard who knows he should not drink. But he had no control
on himself. Pride was his master.
like a turd, on the threshold of paradise.
left him on his carpet, and started to clean up his mess, all
together without any apparent command. A mother took a great care to
recover all the pages of the Tatah book, obviously the most
important thing in this whole affair. They had a very upsetting way
of totally ignoring him, save the youngest children, pouting or
looking at him as of some strange otherworldly monster.
switched on the home computer, and Bob could hear Alpen, the
notoriously racist president of the Bubacarian republic, explaining
how his country was joining the Surrender and Contrition Act. He
would soon take measures to liberate all jailed Elves, and allow for
their free circulation and equal rights. This con artist even
presented these measures as if they were his ideas! Then this was
replaced by a sweet elven music, and soon laughters of happiness
started again in the Big Family home. Things were again as they must
they put him in an improvised cell, so that they could untie him and
allow him to drink, eat and take care of his body.
we shall send you to the court as soon as possible» said the
Elf in charge of him.
long will it take before the trial?» he asked, fearing to wait
for years in some rotten prison.
sorry, but we may need as long as one week for this. We have to
create a court, because we don't have any here. We don't need this,
was the final blow. Bob decided to keep totally silent.
H + 6
Stellar Drone, Open Cluster
Deuter, Temple of silence
«Le Souffle d'or»
United Nations Council had signed the treaty on day H + 1, without
any comment. Further talks settled details, so that all the
countries involved in the war signed it too in the following days.
Some small countries not involved in the war never formally signed
it, but it was still considered that it applied to all.
gave only some short descriptions of the agreements, with few
details. Later, intellectuals issued more comments, ranking from the
loss of sovereignty to the opportunity of a lasting peace.
after a week and three delayed ultimatums, the Scythan Popular
Republic was still arguing. So that, by a Sunday night, a set of
thoroughly adjusted direct hits totally destroyed their two steel
complex and several electricity plants, and they had to sign the
treaty in the light of candles.
the following century, took place several terrorism episodes, but
the local governments managed them, in some instance with the help
of Elven counsellors. But no full war was ever allowed, if even
possible by lack of weapons.
is how all wars stopped in the Nyidiath world.
Day H + 6
Deuter, Temple of silence
«Le Souffle d'or»
was astonished to see Injured Elves in the same hospital than the
injured Humans. Just they were in separate rooms. He also found that
many elven soldiers were in facts women. Most Human soldiers were in
too bad shape to be dangerous, but still some guards were keeping a
discrete watch. Now that fights had officially stopped, they had
dropped their green camouflage suits, and wore only loose trousers
and shirts of various clear colours, with only insignia telling
their hierarchy rank. But they were still looking watchful and
As their condition bettered, Yson and some others were allowed in a
garden, still under discreet but thorough guard. This is how Yson
met Elsheren, a gorgeous blonde Elve who received a bullet in her
belly. This happened while she was in a recovery team, two days
after the official end of the war, trying to get the last isolated
fighters high in the mountain. She was more badly hurt than him, but
her Elven body had much more resources, so that she was healing
was told the dreadful rout of the Human invasion, and the
consequences for the Human governments. He was happy after all, to
be still alive and in one piece. As to the war, well... it was after
all better that it stopped. Anyway, the situation he was discovering
in the elven lands proved that all the propaganda was only lies, and
that this war was clearly wrong.
he had to admit: Elsheren looked exactly like in his dream! Same
face, same voice, same lovely inflexions... But she was not the
imperious and inaccessible beauty of the dream, looking at him as to
an excrement. She was a simple person, loving laughter and good
times together, who volunteered for protecting her island, that she
called Milly Mountain. They had long discussions together, having
nothing else to do while their bodies were working for repair.
soon the other human soldiers started to make Yson bad looks and
hostile remarks, so that the Elf Guards put everybody back in their
rooms, or brought the most valid ones into jails. Yson was locked
alone in one of the surrounding houses.
was one of the living places of this village, tenderly adorned with
many rainbow hues and fuzzy curtains. Drawers had be hastily emptied
of the most personal belonging, but still scattered clothes and
objects were telling the interrupted sweet life here. The heating
was off, so the room first appeared cold. But it was so well
insulated that Yson quickly found himself well. He wondered why he
was treated differently than his jailed mates. And, while entering
the deep bed, he could not repress some shame, of violating the life
early the next morning, he was awakened by hasty and commanding
voices. The door opened, and he was taken on one of the beautiful
white horses, to the main Milly Mountain island (there were three,
as he understood).
Day H + 12
Deuter, Temple of silence
«Le Souffle d'or»
she expected, Jilian received the report on the death of her
husband, through a simple registered letter. His whole parachute
regiment was ambushed right where they landed, as if the Elves knew
in advance where they were to arrive. The letter continued speaking
of repatriating the body, but Jilian definitively not wanted to hear
anything on the repatriation of this hated one.
was now a war widow, with the good pay of her husband, and no loads
of beer to pay for every month. This made of her a wealthy woman,
compared to all the others in her block. Not a rich one, but at
least she would never have to work again.
greeted this new with mixed feelings. Of course it was a huge
relief, of being now free, and not having to bear his constant rants
and his body smell. But she also remembered how sweet Caim was in
the beginning, and their promises of a nice life in a country home.
But he was addicted to war movies and violent games, and this made
of him an easy prey for the real war propaganda and simplistic hate
speeches. Jilian was now acutely feeling the regret of his failed
life and broken hopes.
she did not expected, though, was the huge feeling of peace and
relief, after all these threats of war were gone. It passed even
before the humiliation of the treaties. The TV soon started to show
wonderful view of the Dauriath, and the incredible technical
achievements of the Elven world, like the space exploration probes
to the planets Ishtar and Foggier, the computers, Internet, virtual
worlds, and others. Information was now spreading freely, and it
showed a future of peace, instead of destruction. Even her
neighbours, who used to constantly utter fascist and violent words
against the Elves, were now keeping silent, or even smiling.
Children plays on the lawn were more peaceful, merrier. Some secret
Sun had been unveiled, while the dark mists of war and violence
the battle, Jilian had no real projects for her future free life.
suddenly she had new thoughts, new desires to travel, to explore the
world, to meet other people. Without realising it yet, she was
starting to aspire to a better life.
Day H + 15
Moya Brennan (Clannad) _ Perfect Time
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a short boat ride, Yson arrived at about midday in a village of the
main Milly Mountain island.
had to wait in a locked room until the evening, with just some food.
Then again he was taken on a horse trip higher in the mountain. The
coming night hide a lot of things, but Yson could guess several
large buildings with electric lights, with a lot of happy people
living here. Four guards were still with him.
last, they arrived in a large house, all its windows warmly
illuminated from inside. He was brought into what looked like a
circular audience room. There were lot of people here, looking like
elders or clerics, sitting around. Some were probably elven Mages,
maybe even more powerful than the local power. He had a glimpse of
two other human prisoners. Everybody was looking at him. But what
retained the attention was a small Elve sitting casually on a kind
of large armchair in the middle, staring at him with intensity. She
was wearing only simple and practical purple T-shirt and trousers,
with discreet embroidery threads or laces. Her hairs were a curly
blonde ball, shining in the warm light. Her eyes had a light of
their own, looking at him without blinking. Yson could not know that
he was in the presence of Milly herself,
Elve who created this Elven country seven centuries ago.
remember her young and shy, scooping leaks and horse poop out of a
makeshift boat, and landing on this island just before sinking. Now
she had become a respected and imposing Elder, gifted with spiritual
powers. And she used them, not for ruling the land, but for serving
the people and the life here. She was not a queen or a ruler
imposing her own will. On the contrary, she was the Yarmeenah of the
island, that is the person who was able to feel its subtle
vibrations and spiritual desires, and translate them into actual
projects and building plans. A much higher responsibility than
commanding, and much more delicate. For this reason she was cuddled
and highly respected, not like a privileged or a lord, but as a
needed friend. She was also regularly visiting the farthest places
of the islands: In the villages, she was often seen, and everybody
destroyed any egotic will, she was serving the people and all the
life forms of the island, by literally hosting their collective
consciousness, non-dual with her own consciousness.
she was warned of the possibility of a parachute attack on her
islands, she masterly organized the evacuation of the villages and
the defence of the places, even before elite elven soldiers arrived.
interview was short, and Milly just uttered some welcome to Yson,
smiling warmly. Then she shortly exchanged with the other mages in
elven language. Then Yson was brought again outdoors in the night,
which seemed cold and sad in comparison to the so humanly warm
ended in what looked like a kind of guest house, in a room with a
bed. It was warmly furnished, but without personal belongings.
the next morning, nobody came to bring food to him. He realized that
the door was not locked, and there were no guards around, just some
merry laughters coming from another room. But it was probably not
safe to try to escape... so he called. A sweet Elve came, first
looking surprised while seeing his military suit, which meant so
much violence and death. She disappeared muttering something, but
she reappeared at once with some better clothes for him, a kind of
light grey tunic similar to the ones of the elven diplomats, but
without the ceremonious long sleeves and hoods. Then she showed him
the bathroom and the dining room, where a group were happily eating
together. Again, a silence fell when he appeared, but somebody
pulled a chair for him, and a dish with good fresh wholegrain bread.
nobody was speaking his language here, he was left alone, free to
wander around in the village. People were looking surprised when
meeting him, but he saw no hostile reactions.
it was his turn to be surprised, when he found Elsheren here too. It
was her home village!
were no longer guards here, but ordinary people, men, women, and
even some children from two Big Families. His injuries were healing,
making him valid again. But at his great surprise, he was clearly no
longer considered as a threat, and they let him free to wander in
the village, sleeping and taking meals in the inn, where he soon
found only warm smiles. In the beginning, Elsheren was the only
person he could speak with, and she started to learn him the elven
customs and language.
is how Yson discovered the wonderful Elven way of living, and went
to love it, among the quiet Milly mountain villages. He soon engaged
in some helpful activities, and as we guess he ended to marry
Elsheren. This is how he became an Elf too, regretting his past of
violence and war. Surprisingly, he found that several other of his
former parachutist mates did the same thing, and they used to gather
and remember these mad times! But soon they preferred not to speak
of this any longer, comparing instead how they ended to understand
the most amazing for them was the way Milly was able to guess them,
and send them in the right places! Probably the Elven love is sealed
at the first look... and the elders can see it. And, as Yson could
check very fast, it was true: Humans loving Elfs become Elfs in
Day H + 30
took more than two month for all the plane debris in the Horiathon
cloud to fall on the ground. Engines and large aircraft parts were
of course the first to splash into the Dauriath or Nyidiath oceans,
but large aluminium panels were still found 30 days later.
to the thousands surviving pilots and parachutists floating in the
endless weightlessness, their terrible fate was a subject of huge
concern. As often seen in hopeless situations, people focus all
their energy on the few they can save. In the clouds, dehydration is
very slow, so that many died of cold or exhaustion. The longest
survivor was ten days, and he was half mad. The robotic hunter
aircrafts helped to find some of them, but mostly by luck, as their
radars were not powerful enough to spot human bodies in the vastness
flight safety rules had to be established anyway. It was considered
that the lower Horiathon clouds would never be safe, due to the
presence of huge hailstones, permanent tornadoes and other strange
things like floating moss, sometimes forming hundred metres long
fibres. So airliners were given a minimum altitude of 400kms. As the
clouds often extended higher, most flights still had to pass through
them. When aerial flight opened at Day H + 45, only elven aircrafts
were allowed. But over the years, with the general release of
political tense, Human companies were allowed to operate trans-world
airlines and have some bureaus in the Dauriath. Since air traffic
between the two worlds was increasing over times, it was better this
made as if the astronomical barrier between the two worlds was
suppressed. However the Elves maintained a strict political
separation: it was their world, and they had paid high enough a
price for it. Many elven leaders still had vivid memories of the mud
of the Exodus and the pain of the slaughters. So they allowed only
some strictly selected Humans to live in the Dauriath. In the course
of centuries, as the difference between Elves and Humans was
lowering in the Nyidiath, more and more Humans were allowed, until
everybody became Elf seven centuries after the Horiathon battle.
Starting from this point, boundaries no longer made sense, and they
were all officially suppressed, together with many other
institutions of the ancient world.
incredible world of light, peace, beauty, kindness, freedom and
spirituality allowed for, three more centuries later, the unfolding
of the Great Marvel, carrying the peoples of the two reunited worlds
to a further level of their evolution. But at this point, high
spirituality commitments do not allow to report about this fantastic
event, and what happened next.
Day H + 60
a bullied childhood, a rape and two years in the dark and cold
Bubacarian prisons, Estelle did not wanted to stay any longer into
the Human world. She was even not able to walk in the streets of her
town, without feeling frowning looks in her back. Even with dressing
in grey and cutting her hair, the passer by were guessing she was an
Elve, and the shop keepers double-checked if she was not stealing
something. She learned about the Horiathon events only two weeks
after they took place, when she was liberated after the new general
amnesty. She even was invited to an apology ceremony by the
president Alpen, but she declined. The fake contrition of this ugly
man would be just another humiliation to her.
is how she was allowed on an elven jet liner to the Elven Lands,
taking off for the first time from the newly repaired airport of
Ashlon, the capital of the Bubacarian republic.
was as big as an Airbus A320, with the latest technology
development. However it had elven elegance by design, with a general
shuttle shape, like the ancient Lockheed Constellation plane. It was
entirely painted in white, with the coloured streaks that everyone
had now learned to respect.
inside was comfortably yet efficiently designed, allowing to stretch
legs under the fore seat. Most seats were arranged in small salons
like in a train. Colours were in the warm orange and peach tones,
with some intricately painted panels: people took time to decorate
their aircraft manually, instead of just putting standard panels
just getting out of the abnormal world of the jail, and seeing Elves
for the first time, was totally unprepared, still very shy and
unable to engage a conversation with anybody. But an elder looking
Elf offered her a seat near a window, so that she was able to look
at the breathtaking landscape.
first part of the journey was looking normal, but the view of the
ocean under them was more and more blurred by a thicker and thicker
atmosphere. Then they lost any notion of their position in space:
everything turned white all around, including under and above. When
they entered the thick Horiathon clouds, the outside became grey and
dark as husk.
the plane, people started to have fun with weightlessness, laughing
and making longer and longer flights. Estelle looked at them with
envy, but the fear of being bullied was still too strong. She would
probably need years to overcome this, and be able to have pleasant
relationship. In more, she still had an Human body, and
weightlessness made her sick.
she suddenly frowned at something outside, like a speck of sky with
a slightly different shade of grey. It moved, and approached.
soon understood that it was an aircraft, but only when it touched
their wing some other passengers identified it: it was a Hooter, one
of the many dreaded robotic hunters which guarded the aerial space
of the Horiathon. They were nicknamed this way, because of their
phantom look, radar invisibility and nearby silent flight, with just
the turbine wail resembling a hooter call.
first, Estelle thought it would attack them. But an elven aircraft
never mistaken any other elven aircraft for an enemy. In more, with
the peace treaties, warnings should now be issued before any
approached their aircraft, to the point its wing tips nearby touched
the windows. Estelle could admire its elegant shuttle shape, without
any building marks, as if it was made of a single piece. Just some
small pods or bulbs were protruding here and there. Even its guns
had small shutters at their end, to avoid the constant moisture to
enter the barrels.
it was true, it was decorated with flowers! Just that the paint
looked sullied, probably from staying for two months in the dirty
wondered why it approached so much. But she soon understood: a tube
went out of its belly, and picked in a small protrusion of their own
wing: refuelling! The light plane's needs were not a burden for the
large airliner. So this is how the Hooters could remain in flight so
long. Probably, most of the time, they just allowed themselves to
drift at random in the clouds, silent and invisible hunters ready to
pounce on any intruder.
happened two other times, before they suddenly discovered the blue
Dauriath ocean full of merry sunshine. And it was said that the
Hooters were just the first of three layers of aerial defence. Other
weapons were waiting, still hidden in the deep jungles, sheer slopes
or large submarine barges. Not to speak of the mysterious sonic
devices hidden in the depth of the Dauriath oceans, which crushed
two mighty ships in tiny bits, during the Horiathon sea battle. But
the most powerful of all was the fully restored magic! For the
first time, Estelle started to feel safe, while admiring the first
appearing elven island, a jewel of green meadows and ochre rocks in
a blue sea case...
Day H + 65
the Newtel airport (formerly Tellutaar, but with the return of the
Elves more and more people were claiming this ancient name), a
couple of Elves were waiting for the arrivals. Although they were
not yet daring to wear gowns and dresses, they had coloured clothes
and none of them cut his hairs since the Horiathon battle. Now,
people not liking this just had to look down.
elegant turbine whistle announced Flight Indigo, direct from Maël
West, one of the closest islands of the Dauriath, where a whole
airport was built in an amazing five weeks. (In fact earth moving
work had started years before, but in small patches looking like
fields, so that no telescope observation guessed what was going on.
The radars were also installed in a temple-looking building. Four
days after the Horiathon Battle, a huge factory ship arrived with
concrete and machines, for completing the tarmac itself in five
was a good aircraft, elegant, entirely painted in indigo with elven
passengers started to flow out of the exit gate, some of them
wearing wonderful elven attires, others more functional floating
trousers and shirts, but still of nice colours. The Horiathon
victory was for defending freedom, and they used this freedom, no
longer bothering of any petty judgement. Only two diplomats were
still wearing the light grey togas of the ancient times.
were Humans too among the passengers, either they were becoming
Elves, or they were allowed in the Dauriath for some positive
purposes, such as studying in the Elven universities.
they were here:Lillian
and her new husband Merley welcomed the two newly arrived with merry
ooh and aahs, unable to wait for hugging them.
they exclaimed how they were looking elvish now, after two years in
the Dauriath. Indeed they were now wearing long hairs, beautifully
embroidered clothes, and their elegant steps and fluent speech were
now very elvish. Ishtlan had now long black hairs of Sylvan Elf,
while the formerly shy Lillian had become merry and very self
was the beautiful meeting of four friends abruptly separated two
years ago by defaming accusations. The inquiry had been
excruciatingly slow, until the Horiathon Battle where as by miracle
all the missing papers were gathered in only some days, to lead to a
complete dismissal of the accusations.
all four climbed in their small car, Sweetlana driving. Oh, they had
so much to tell! How was their little community since they departed?
How is the Dauriath? Having it at only some hours of flight so much
changed things, when in former times it was a months long dangerous
driving on the highway leading out of Tellutaar, they contemplated
with an obvious satisfaction the remnants of the unfinished Bretzel
Nuclear Plant n°2, the concrete building ripe open showing the
tilted reactor core and wrecked piping, already rusty. The plant n°1
could not be hit, because it already contained nuclear fuel, but the
destruction of the electric transformers yard forced its immediate
shutdown. Mangled electric pylons were still visible, because of the
dispute on who would pay for the removal of these shameful remains.
could no avoid a «wow I had no idea that these little things
would be so efficient». He wanted to add something else, but a
discrete pull on his hand reminded him that there were some things
unsafe to speak about. Their victory was still very fragile, they
had to win the confidence of the people here before being really
safe. And they knew that it would need tens of years...
they arrived in their farm. Human neighbours welcomed them too,
telling that they did not suspected at all they were Elves, but «on
the countrary» that they were nice people.
and Lillian took again possession of their little room, the one
where they discovered love some years ago. Of course the former
Human farm was looking cold and bare to them, after two years spent
in the wonderful elven paradise of the Dauriath. But it is here that
they had their lives and their activities, before being forced to
at the former secret bureau, Ishtlan declared that they could resume
their interesting work here, without any need to hide. «I hope
the phone lines here are strong enough to connect us to the Internet
of the Dauriath. Otherwise we can install a dish antenna. That would
be even better, to chat with our Dauriath friends in real time»
hope Dick and his astronomer club will soon get back their
telescopes, so that they can see our satellites. But I think they
will be really surprised to find out that we are Elves!
I am sure Dick guessed for long, hahaha!
I have no idea on how he managed, but he ALREADY recovered his 550,
is a strange bloke. Probably he will never become an Elf himself,
but he perfectly agrees with us»
Day H + 70
Stellar Drone, Open Cluster
of the author
furious, had to restrain to slap the face of this cute young law
adviser. He already served some jail terms for similar feats, and he
did not wanted more.
H day, they all expected to see the Horiathon, and cross it, aboard
the powerful Vanguard XII settlers ship. But there was no Horiathon
in sight, from their windowless cabins. The night came, and then
another day, and still another. They had no idea of what happened,
why such a delay. Three days passed, and their weight was growing
again: they were going away from the Horiathon!
for explanations, they had none. They revolted, only to find that
the doors leading to the crew quarters had been welded. Useless to
bang with their bare fists at the thick metal walls. They were left
for four other days without food, and just tap water. And the bad
new of the Horiathon defeat, dooming all their projects.
this ordeal, came another: they were all thrown on a quay in the
middle of the night, with their personal belonging under the rain,
in a foreign country. The Vanguard XII left for an unknown
destination, to be renamed and converted in a cargo. After waiting
30 more hours here, they were ruthlessly led to an improvised
administrative detention facility in a decayed former barrack. For
some day there were talks, to find them a repatriation mean. But
they soon found out that they were not welcome anywhere: They were
colonists! Nobody wanted them in this country, and in their own
country no more: they had no job, no house, no money, most of them
having sold everything for their illusory square of Dauriath.
was one of the first repatriated, after two months, because he had
three children. Some had to wait up to five years. Once in his
native town, they were left in an hostel. From here, he wanted to
sue Vanguard LLC, for the huge scam of selling him a plot that he
could never access.
you really read the contract you signed, sir? Said the cute young
law adviser. It does not specifies anywhere that you would get the
ownership of your plot, just mentioning a transportation mean to it.
Vanguard never owned these lands, did you know? And unfortunately,
war feats precluded them to fulfil their transportation obligation,
making the contract void. I am sorry, sir, but you have very little
chances to win anything in court.
least to get my money back, screamed Morav.
am afraid this is impossible either, replied the law adviser,
smiling in an exasperating way: Vanguard is now bankrupt, with heavy
losses. Their only assets were the ships and the heavy equipment in
the holds. They sold the whole lot at a ridiculous price.»
knew only too well that the Vanguard company and the buyers were
held by the same investors, so that they were now having the 18
heavy ships at no cost, and converted then into very lucrative
freighters, after scraping the colonists cabins in only some days.
But indeed there was nothing he could do against such a powerful
network of crooks and accomplices, who used the same methods he used
himself in his previous business. Furious, he left the luxurious
well heated judicial help bureau, kicking at a plant and spreading
earth on the white wool carpet.
the employment agency, he was no more lucky: he had no training, and
he was not the first on the list, with the economy crisis, and in
more the closing of nearby all the weapon industry and dismantling
of armies. He had to be content with the modest allowance he got for
taking care of his children.
the final blow came some days after, when they entered their new
housing in a bad city district with high delinquency rate.
previous inhabitants had paint the walls with elven motives.
were skilful like a good artist, some were childish, but still with
a very sure taste.
sir, this is a really very nice lodge you are getting here. There
was a lady living here with two children, nice and peaceful people,
and they painted all this. It is real art, and we had not the heart
to cover it with new paint. They just left for the Dauriath some
weeks ago, freely allowed by the Elf embassy.»
could just pull his hair in rage. He lost all his money, he was
barred from the Dauriath by the most terrible war defeat in History,
and these folks were freely allowed at no cost, from their mere
kindness and flowers painting...
of course thought at covering everything himself, but his wife found
the new décor «lovely»...
children never became Elves, but they still managed to escape his
nasty influence, thanks mainly to the help of a newly established
spiritual school where poor children had grants.
the end of this story, but also it is the beginning of a wonderful
era of peace and beauty, for the two reunited worlds.