The beauty of the land was incomparable to anything he could imagine. The purple mountain scraped the sky piercing through the rolling clouds that shrouded the peak. The majestic lands with its red sun glowing over the plains and mountains. Basking the land in a weird light. The crimson atmosphere tinting the sun light a sanguine over the grass. Small lows could be heard as sky-whales with there blimp like sacs flanking them soared overhead, adding a solemnity to the situation. They sang their dirge over the land, mourning Elliot and his new friend’s arrival. A place with wild floras and Animals lay strung before them.
A world that contained genetic variabilities that Humans had yet to reach. The search for a human that might be able to break that “next stage” was till being looked for. Unannounced to Elliot, he had found himself somewhere that even The Brick Brouge would not see as very a easy place to exist. If their power levels were placed on the planetary scale Elliot would be at a Primitive Level. While Brouge could find himself coasting at a beginner on his best day. Elliot was staring at a dragon level threat planet. The ancient atom bomb that humans of old made to kill each other might not even clear some pest insect infestations here.
“Home.” Caesar and Linea both spoke together.
“Were you both settlers?”
“Elliot, you have much to learn.” Ceasar said.
“I would simply like to be told something at this point, I have watched and been a bystander on this journey for too long” Elliot held his composure well. Not having answers was not new to him and his curiosity did not have always be expressed to those around him. He enjoyed a good plan and data, things that took time, and Elliot could be patient for much longer than others because of this.
“I know it’s not fair, but your patience will be rewarded for this.” Linea looked and saw him. Her stern countenance was replaced with one of care. “Humans just are too sneaky any slip in their territory could lead to an end to our families here.”
“Linea, Caesar your both humans, where you guy just neglected after being accidentally sent to difficult planet?” Elliot began a search for answers.
“Well, you’re not wrong, or completely correct either” Linea gave a confused look towards Caesar. He nodded.
“Normally Magick, that thing that pumps through your veins is detrimental to human physiology. Causing cancers more painful than any others. It affects everyone in different ways though. Some might be eaten alive be their own immune system, while others are so sensitive that being near someone with Magick could cause them to go into immediate organ failure. Something as simple as a bite could kill someone sensitive enough.” Caesar looked at Elliot pondering whether he should continue or not. Though he did end up continuing, “The Imperium you lived under headed by its Supreme Commander noticed that humans failed to live on higher level planets. Some people would drop dead simply from the atmospheric contents. Inhaling trace amounts of mercury on one planet led to an entire colony jettisoning themselves into a volcano believing themselves to appeasing the mountain god.” Caesar seemed distraught recounting the tale. Linea picked up where he left off.
“Some of our ancestors were sent to this planet, Dragon One.” Linea gestured to the majestic purple field of grass surrounding them. “It was some colonies started surviving these planets that got difficult. The Imperium found out and thought that this was something that they had to take advantage of. They began their programs.” She paused.
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“What kinds of programs?” Elliot felt the response might not be the one that he would want to hear. Elliot if he could’ve would have wished to be wrong about this one. Linea’s eyes met Elliot’s, a dark veil setting behind them, her eyes glistened. Beautiful and serene.
“Breeding programs. They wanted to figure out what allowed this sample population to survive, so they chose to increase the population. There was hardly the equivalent to half a doctor among them, let alone a geneticist. They did not know what they were doing but they did it, and then continued it.” Linea face reflecting the red light from the sky above. “They made a population that could survive, batch one could not produce viable offspring, some daughters lived but that was all. but they noticed that a selection of some of the women could produce children who could live. So, the imperium’s military focused in on these children, and mothers. Breeding them like cattle. The boys would be let live if they produced daughters, but for some reason boys did not usually live. So, they found a way.” Linea spat out the word, “to fix them” Linea eyes swam in their anger at the thought of this inhumane experimentation.
“So where do you guys’ factor into this story?” Elliot hardly wanted to hear the answer.
“We’re the product.” Caesar spat out the words praying their sour taste to leave his mouth faster. “Tracing us back to one of the women that survived on this planet all those years, their rights stripped of them under the guise of glory for the Imperium. But they messed up, they didnt separate the children from their mothers, they thought that doing that would make soldiers that lack empathy for their compatriots. Those original women were spiteful Circian Pythonesses that were undercover, they taught us to hone our superior then human genetics” Caesar said that as the wind around him. Whipped, sending pulsing gusts flattening the grass around him.
“The core of what we are is Circian now, with a flesh that simply hampers us for seeking out our blood owed us” Linea looked at Elliot. Her voice did not waver under the weight of her words. “The imperium made us to be soldiers, they feed an army that will grind their bones, a thermodynamic bomb that’ll destroy them “Elliot stared at Linea with a sense of awe. Before him was a battle angel that had been slighted by a few to many people. She wasn’t a lose cannon. She was more than a tool for murder. Linea resemblance to his mother and Talia was that Linea was warm hearted, and felt deeply and that fueled her to sharpen herself on the rough edges of the world around her.
“I don’t understand though how are you a male Circian, Caesar, my mom said that wasn’t allowed”
“Are you under the guise that they are a seclusive band of woman that protected each other from witch hunts”
“I was, but I presume that was the wrong perspective.” Elliot had expected that this could be true. He could never find anything about a Circian Cult of witch-like woman, his whole life, and the internet was a large place. Ancient organizations that existed before the internet still are search able there.
“Circian are a race of weirding women that are native to a different plane that contain the ability to manipulate latent Magick in their bodies and environment. They’re a different species entirely” Caesar tried to explain this like he wasn’t saying that alien exist, even though for all intent and purposes he was.
“Sick … aliens, so I’m an alien, a witch spawn alien.” Elliot was shocked. ‘How the hell did I find myself in an anti-government conspiracy, involving subplots that should be in a low tier animated cartoon. One wrong step and I will find myself with cloaked man handing me a sword telling me I am the chosen one,’ semi-paranoid thoughts overcoming him. He felt like his mother and Talia would be writhing in their grave if he did nothing to help these people that had been under such injustices, as while as also saying they were circe. The bare bones of what they had taught him if anything was to stand for injustices that were seen. This was easily something that was under that, but his father also taught him not everything need surgery. Did this? Looking at Linea’s face with dried tears of anger did not help.
This was Elliot’s tipping point.