[ Adept Initiate Textbook - History of Gaia ]
" In times immemorial, Gaia reigned with an iron fist cloaked in resplendent gold, a power unprecedented and unequaled in the annals of the cosmos. The earth did vibrate with the unyielding force of dominion, a beacon of might and grandeur that commanded reverence from beings across the celestial realms.
Beholden were the sovereign entities of distant stars and galaxies; they who ventured through the aether, through pathways guarded by the cosmic wyrms, to bend their knees upon the hallowed soils of Gaia. Yea, they came with solemn processions, their visages marred by fear and awe as they prostrated before the majestic presence of the omnipotent human lineage.
In Gaia's courts, grandiose and fearsome, adorned with pillars forged from the hearts of fallen stars, the supplicant species did offer tribute most precious; gems birthed in celestial forges, and secrets plucked from the hidden corners of the cosmos, all laid bare and humbled before Gaia's all-seeing eyes, an acknowledgment of supreme mastery and might.
And in the hallowed halls, the Gaian lords, resplendent in armors of star-metal and crowned with halos of solar fire, meted out decrees that resonated with a power that shook the firmament. With voices like thunderous storms, they dictated the destinies of lesser beings, their words carving the paths of galaxies and shaping the fates of stars yet unborn… "
As Brandon delved deeper into the ancient script, his mind churned, an unrestrained torrent of whispers spiraling within his consciousness, a chaotic symphony of awe, and an undying need to understand the full spectrum of his planet's real history.
"Gaia… It can't be Earth can it ?! How did it all vanish?"
He found himself whispering under his breath, a hint of despair tinged in his voice, as his finger trailed over the words depicting Gaia's unmatched reign.
His eyes devoured paragraphs that sang praises of a world that once stood gallant and supreme, a beacon of awe-inspiring power where even the most formidable beings in the cosmos revered and submitted to human might.
The images on the parchment blossomed vividly in his mind; titanic structures reaching towards the heavens, beings of different realms bowing in submission, a harmony almost divine, yet grounded in a tangible, majestic reality.
It was as if the parchment breathed life into a golden age long lost, showcasing the might of Gaia through illustrations so exquisite, they seemed to defy reality itself.
"Could it really be true? Could we, have been...this powerful?"
The thoughts spun in his mind, a whirlpool of fascination and disbelief, paired with a longing so profound, it ached in his chest.
The more he read, the more the grand tales of yore engulfed him, whispering secrets of a golden epoch where humans were not just survivors but masters of a reality so grand, it was almost inconceivable.
Then, in a poignant moment of realization, a shuddered breath escaped him as he questioned silently, yet despairingly,
"What happened... What could possibly bring such a dominion to its knees?"
He felt an eerie sense of loss, as if mourning a glory he had never known, but felt deeply connected to, the fragments of a once magnificent epoch whispered through the ancient script, beckoning to be remembered, to be revived.
In the ambient glow of the ancient library, Brandon felt the world tilt on its axis, a ripple of disbelief and awe echoing within him as he assimilated the grand tales of Gaia's past might.
The script had spun tales so wild, so grandiose, that they seemed more fiction than reality.
He could almost feel the power resonating from the words, an electrical charge pulsating in the very core of him.
Suddenly driven to see more, to understand more, he tore his eyes from the scroll, feeling a magnetic need to survey the magnificent illustrations that graced the pillars and walls.
It was then, amidst this deep dive into the past, his world stilled as he found himself face to face with Crystal, her sapphire eyes reflecting the golden hue of their surroundings, vibrant with wonder and a hint of vulnerability.
His heart faltered, then sped, their faces just inches apart, close enough to share breaths, close enough to lose themselves in each other's depths.
It was in that heartbeat of time that Brandon noticed the faint freckles that adorned her cheeks, like a sprinkling of golden dust.
He inhaled, the warm, forgotten scent that was uniquely hers enveloping him, a comforting aroma that spoke of conflicting emotions.
His eyes traveled down the graceful arc of her nose, settling on the fullness of her soft lips that he had once tasted.
'She is… as beautiful as I remembered…'
Memories stirred as his gaze lingered on her soft lips, recalling their fateful night.
As if awakening from a dream, Crystal's skin adopted a richer hue, a beautiful warm crimson spreading across her cheeks, the flush of sudden awareness and perhaps, revived emotions taking hold.
She stepped back and looked down.
Overwhelmed, she whispered, her voice carrying a note of wonder and a cacophony of complex emotions.
"Brandon, it's... overwhelming, isn't it? Could Earth really have been as majestic and feared as these texts say?"
Brandon nodded, his voice catching in his throat before he found the words,
"It seems too grand to be a mere tale… Our history, it's much deeper, much more mysterious than we ever imagined."
Bathed in the golden light that whispered ancient tales, they exchanged a loaded glance, a fleeting convergence of vulnerability and the echo of youthful dreams.
Around them, the air vibrated with the richness of the day's discoveries and the tender stirrings of a rekindled connection, bearing promises of deeper bonds waiting to be unearthed.
It was a fleeting glimpse into the might of what once was — both the world's and their own.
The air around them thickened, holding their shared breaths, the space vibrant with the discoveries of the day and a subtle, budding rekindling of something precious, something that whispered of home and a deeper connection yet to be explored.
Brandon cleared his throat awkwardly and commanded,
"Gather every scroll, book and document you can get your hands on and load them up in the truck, we'll study them when we get out…"
Scanning the grandiose library cautiously, Brandon knew that it wouldn't be that simple.
Every gift that came within these secret realms came with danger or a test of sorts and so far, everything seemed too peaceful…
It was as though the library itself heard his silent apprehensions.
*RUMBLE…* *RUMBLE…* *RUMBLE…*
A deep rumble echoed, vibrating through the very foundations of the ancient establishment, as if awakening from a prolonged slumber to guard its sacred lore…