There were two things that were worrying Morpheus since he had entered the ribbon – Firstly, the last time ribbon was sabotaged, it was just one of the barriers being destroyed. But this time, it had been totally reengineered into oblivion. It just didn’t feel right. And secondly,
“The timing is too convenient, as said by Sire, too obvious, in terms of the motive and the culprit. And without comparing this with some Sherlock Holmes spoils, this is too dissatisfyingly clear and obvious to be true.” Morpheus walked on, trying to figure out something, at the very least, while focusing on the energy levels and patterns, tracing out the full plan of the ribbon with the Stream he had sent.
Fact File: Stream, is an energy burst that sets patterns in its path as it moves on, which stay for a few seconds, with one application in tracing complicated 5D or higher level pathways and areas, and not get traced later on. It is of varying levels, and the one used by Morpheus or those of his or higher rank is called the Dark Stream, the 2nd strongest of all types.
It can be imagined as tracing a human’s vessels with some radio opaque stuff, just that here, the thing to be traced is a 2 dimensions higher, or in simpler terms, at least a Google times more complicated, and here the stream is the tracer itself….so your average Barium thingy doesn’t exactly stand up for any comparison, right?
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On the other hand, at Olympus, the usually silent Hall of Gods was echoing with chatter and snickers, except three of its occupants, who were as silent as the walls of the hall, only the walls were actually whispering themselves from time to time – Zeus, Poseidon and Iris – though all Iris was doing was thinking about returning to her villa before the episode featuring her favorite punk rock band started. All this while, the faces of both the brother Gods were clouded with similar expressions of anxious pondering, which wasn’t a new thing as they very frequently were having similar expressions lately during their frequent heated arguments. It was Iris who broke the silence, tired of all the dramatics
“Lord Zeus, Lord Hades and Thanatos are already gone for setting things back up. I believe he just sent this message as a piece of information or notice or something….”
“You may go Iris.” Interrupted Poseidon, turning to Zeus, “You think things are that bad, Zeus?” as Zeus stood with his eyes closed, clearly not in a nice mood, seeing the miniature lightening sparks frenzying around him.
“I do not know. This is the first time this has happened, or,” said Zeus, with a deep frown, and lowering his voice, “if I should go by the rumor I heard the last time I visited the King’s meet at Aaru…… this might actually have been the second time.” Seeing the puzzled expression of Poseidon, he motioned him to come with him, and clapped his hands thrice, with which the hall suddenly silenced, and the Gods vanished from their positions, all except Hera, who was clearly staring questioningly at him.
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Ignoring her, Zeus walked out of the giant Hall, with Poseidon at his side. “I do not know where in the name of Tartarus did Osiris and Shiva made this up from, but they told us about the fact, which even they are not fully sure of,” he said in a strained tone,” that there was partial disintegration of a point near Sýmpan, but He sealed it most probably, as no trace was found , either of the disruption, or that of Him.”
“But that can’t be possible. Hades would have surely found it out, if it was anywhere near our universe, and Sympan is not so far from the Membrane.”Poseidon said.
“Yes, I know that, and that’s why I made everyone understand that such a thing isn’t possible, or Hades would have told us, and in light of this event, I am sure it was only a fluke, that rumor.” scowled Zeus,” but what is disturbing is the fact that it HAS happened now, and we can only hope that Hades doesn’t bring some bad news back.”
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At that instance, Hades, accompanied by his Lieutenant, was staring at the gaping, now healing, warp in the Ribbon, and even in his true 5D form, none of them could sense anything amiss, apart from what was clearly being seen by them.
Three of its dimensions were reconstituted; when the two of them were joined by the hooded figure of Morpheus, “Well, well, am I a tad late here? This thing’s almost done.” He sighed.
“Long time no see, Morpheus.” Hades whispered.”So you got to know about this thing as well. I bet your Master couldn’t have known of this as soon as we did, with all the work He has.”
Morpheus smirked,” The joke is on you Hades. Even you couldn’t realize that a tiny something exploded in your very bumflap while you were busy entertaining your dear ladies, leave alone our charming Thanatos, who was busy strolling in parks. Well I guess the information I needed was what my tracer had already shown.” he sighed, ”As a fellow being I’ll give you a free piece of advice, as festive bonanza …this is bad business, Hades…and you better tell Zeus to be prepared to get his clean shaven face smacked red”
And with that, he turned his back to the almost completely restructured Soul Path, and walked silently, while disintegrating into the Ribbon itself.
With the Path completely repaired, and with a Shade, which is a spirit of a dead person , serving Hades in the underworld, deployed there, Thanatos and Hades, departed in different directions without a word, each understanding what they were supposed to do at that moment.
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