Earth's Last Angel
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Authors: Leon Castle
Text Copyright © Leon Castle 2015
Cover Art Copyright © Leon Castle 2015
The right of Mr. Leon Castle to be identified as the author of this work has been asserted by him in accordance with the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988.
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This is a work of Fiction
Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.
Cover Art by Dawn Austin
For my baby sister Valerie, sleep peacefully little one, I will see you soon.
The most profound Question in the Multiverse Is
What If�
-Leon Castle
Endless eons before our ownâ¦âIn the Beginning,'
the Grand Guild of Master Creators exist.
This 10 member guild is countless eons old, each member measures their age by the rotations of their home universe. Their average age is 2600 Trillion-R. Their creations now span millions of planets throughout the multiverse, life in all its diversity teems out there. Younger, less experienced creators benefit from the master creators teaching them the art and rules of creation.
Creators have only three cardinal rules they must obey.
Firstly: They are only allowed to create very basic organic lifeforms on planets that are now able to support life, these having a viable atmosphere and so forth. They are forbidden to create advanced intelligent lifeforms. These basic lifeforms need to develop over long periods of adaptation, allowing an intelligent species to emerge from the diversity of life on that planet.
Secondly: The creator is forbidden to communicate directly with this new species, but is able to send tutors with the ability to transfer from energy lifeforms into the organic lifeform of the new species, and then back to become an energy lifeform once again.
It is the mission of the tutors to help the new species to develop their civilization and technology so that by the time the planets lifespan nears its end, the species has developed the technology to transfer from organic to energy lifeform and back again itself.
Once they have achieved this with the aid of technology, they develop the ability to do this, at will, without using technology. Now they can enter their second phase of development, and join the community of energy lifeforms in their home universe.
The Grand Guild of Master Creators is at the very pinnacle of energy lifeforms.
In the beginning of time, the guild is formed in response to a crisis that occurred on a newly- developed planet now able to support organic life forms. This planet, Thera, had become a dark planet. Its inhabitants had become an evil, violent species destroying each other and the planet they called home, something drastic has to be done, and immediately! Their young, arrogant, creator was seduced by the prospect of being worshiped as their Almighty God.
He had ignored the third cardinal rule:
Under no circumstances is worship of any sort ever tolerated!
Pure evil is the sole product of worship!
Both the hands of the worshiped and the hands of worshipers become saturated, dripping with the blood of innocents, as proof of this fact!
The 10 oldest and wisest agreed to meet in the void that separates the centurial cluster of universes. After much discussion it was decided to create a new lifeform that would have their combined authority and power. This new one-of-a-kind creation would also have the wisdom of the 10, and although not a creator itself, was given authority to assist, or even in some cases neutralize a creator and his creative works, leaving a clean slate for the next creator to populate the now empty, cleansed, planet. This new lifeform is also given the ability of entry-level energy lifeforms. He is able to transform from an energy lifeform into the intelligent indigenous organic lifeform of the planet to be visited.
With each one of the 10 master creators giving up one tenth of their energy, power and wisdom,
the Sky Lion came to be.
His appearance is brilliant gold energy, radiating from his massive body, from his huge powerful wings, with his lion head and mane down his back to his tail. His torso, arms and legs are fashioned after a powerful humanoid male. His piercing eyes beaming out from his lion headâ¦humanoid.
His true name is unpronounceable to us, since we cannot speak nor understand the tongue of the master creators. He speaks every language in the multiverse fluently from the moment his life begins.
We will only ever know him asâ¦
Chapter 1
âSonâ¦move your chair a little closer, I have something I need to tell you before I go.'
My grandfather has two ice-cold drinks in his hands as he settles into his chair.
âHere, grab this,' as he hands me one.
âWhere do you reckon you might be going?' I ask, looking directly into his fading, milky-gray eyes.
âMy time here is nearly done, I turned 96 last week lad,' he says, turning away to sip his drink.
âYou've plenty of life left in you yet, you old geriatric delinquent!' I quip.
He smiles and looks up at the starry heavens with a longing I'd never seen before.
I lost both my parents at the age of nine. My grandfather took me in and brought me up. I have an extraordinary relationship with him. He is my granddad, my father, and my best friend.
âLet me tell you a story from the beginning of timeâ¦my time,' he says softly, reengaging eye contact, his eyes now a crystal-clear steel-gray.
I feel a shiver run down my spineâ¦this will be no ordinary chat!
âHow well do you think you know me, son? What do you think my real age might be?'
Now my attention jumps up a notch or 20!
âCome on Pops, I've known you all my life! Just like you said, you've just turned 96-years-old,' I reply to his odd question, becoming quite concerned. Is he finally losing it?
âTell you what, finish your drink and I'll tell you the story of Thera, a beautiful little planet not far from here.' He smiles as I drain my drink and jump up to go to the fridge for another round.
Now I know for sure this will be no ordinary evening spent with my aging grandfather, there are obviously things I don't know about him that I need to know. And what's this about a planet called Thera? Now my head is buzzing with questions. I return to the table with a large jug filled with ice tea.
My grandfather gazes at me and makes a strange comment: âI fear humans are now at the crossroadâ¦I hope they choose wisely.'
He suddenly brightens up and the clear steel-gray returns to his eyes. âAh, where were we?'
âI guess it's best if we start from beginning. Thera is a planet much the same as ours, only the land mass is a super continent with a scattering of islands. The sea level is slightly higher than ours and the poles are much smaller. The climate is quite warm so there are huge forests and grass plains in abundance, the fresh-water lakes rival ours both in size and number. Life teems on this planet in both abundance and variety.
âOver millions of years a dominant species finally emerges. Their skin had developed the delicate texture of a gecko, with both large, powerful neck and wrist-frills. Once long snouts have now shrunken down to being barely noticeable. Thick, long tails have become elegant and slim. They have tiny ear openings on the side of their heads and their eyes are large, protruding from the top front of their heads. They stand and walk upright like us on powerful legs.
âThey are very much like us, son, they have the full range of emotions and attitudes that we have. Some names and places are untranslatable to English so I have given them equivalent English names. Over time, they develop over 1500 verbal and written languages.
âThey have become a very powerful species intellectually as well as physically. This is the age of reptiles.'
âThat sounds incredible! How do you know about all of this?' I ask not knowing what to expect next.
âLet's just say for now that my source is totally trust worthy,' he replies with a wink.
âAs usual, life on Thera started off sweet, beautiful and abundant. Over time the Mazubans, as the reptilian species called themselves, began to develop civilizations and build grand cities. They have long since divided themselves into clans decided by their frill color, their main body color is a white, pinky translucent color. The large, powerful neck frill and the delicate wrist frills are pigmented with vivid color, red, blue, green, orange, black, yellow, purple, brown, and lastly white. Clan rank is determined by the intensity of the color, a darker richer color meaning a higher rank in the clan.
âTheir frills are activated by emotion, for example a neck and wrist frill lying flat with the color subdued on the chest or arm means that the person is in a calm, relaxed state, or the opposite-the frills extend up with the color brightly pulsating, and the frill quivering, means this person is angry, or at least excited.'
âSounds vaguely like usâ¦we just go red in the face,' I comment with a smirk.