Prologue
I have seen the universe.
Traveled across the great expansion of space.
Walked across the surfaces of the most desolate moon
Bathed in the fire of a thousand suns
Witnessed the creation of new life
I have seen the multitudes of sentient life that fill this great universe
A billion life forms each different from the next
Creatures capable of destroying all life and those capable of saving all life
Above all else, I have the seen the desire for control
Whether great or small, all species desire control
But all forget
God is the Ultimate Controller
Ecolobane - 1,950 years after resurrection
Hyperion felt it in the body that he shared as soon as they started to get up, the fading sensation of life in a dying body. His friend’s form slowly got off the bed, a dark blue colored mattress stuffed with corbal feathers and slowly walked out of the room. He quietly walked over to a hole in the wall, holding a pure white crystal. He pulled the crystal out and held it in his gnarled hands. “Let’s get some light in this room” he said sleepily. Releasing energy from his hands into the crystal, it began to glow with a bright light. As soon as he released the crystal it floated into the air and filled the entire area with its light.
The light showed revealed the scale of the mass massive cave with several rooms dug out in it, each separated by dark purple curtain. There was a smaller area that served as his room with very little furniture; but with many, many books lining a wooden shelf. At the center stood a large central room with a short, rectangular wooden table and chairs and a hole cut in one wall that served as the fireplace. There were also several wooden cabinets in the room as well that stored some of his food. He slowly walked over to a cabinet and selected a jug from it and began drinking the rich, tart orboa juice inside. “Ecolobane, you’re far too old to use your energy to be powering our crystals.” Ecolobane took another long swallow of the drink before answering. “What’s with the formality today?” It’s been a while since anyone called us that in recent years.” Because,”
Hyperions voice continued, coming from inside Ecolobane, “Our days under that name are fading.”
Ecolobane slowly set down his drink. He understood what his friend was saying. They almost always could feel each others emotions now, after harboring the same body for so long. Originally it was just him, but Hyperion had merged with him long ago, and they became two separate beings in one body. So much had happened since then, so many eons he had almost lost track of it all. Hardships and joys that had molded them into what they were. Two separate beings sharing one body equally, both respecting the other’s personal thoughts, but together they the universe had know them as the Ecolobane. “I’m dying aren’t I” said Ecolobane, without remorse or regret.
“I’m sorry old friend, I can’t help you hold on any more, you’re just getting too old. Your flesh isn’t regenerating like it used to.”
Ecolobane walked from the table into the bathroom and looked at his reflection in the mirror. Every inch of his body was worn and cracked and his eyes once such a deep and rich purple color had finally begun to fade. More than anything else he felt the pain from battle wounds centuries old resurfacing on much of his body. “Well it’s been a very long life my friend. We both knew that this day had to come. Even one like God can still fall?”
Ecolobane frowned as he flexed his fingers, “Will you be able to break away successfully Hyperion? We’ve been bonded so long at this point....”
Hyperion laughed quietly, “You shouldn’t be worrying about me, I’ll be fine. But this does raise concerns to the future of the rest of this chaotic universe. Should I contact the others?”
The Ecolobane frowned, “No, not yet at any rate. First we need to reveal the truth about us, everything about us. Its time my friend.”
They rose slowly from the table, Hyperion concentrated feeling the rush of energy through his veins as he willed his power out. There was a flash of light and a box fell with a thud to the ground, white sparks of lighting crackling on it. The box was made of an extremely durable, light blue alloy that contrasted with the rest of the dwelling. The electricity across it glowed brighter as the Ecolobane reached inside, picking just a small round black disk the size of their palm.
The Ecolobane took a deep breath and held the the disk to his mouth. “Our story truly begins not with me, but with others who stood against a disaster that sought to burn away all life in this universe. A time the rest universe still remembers as the dawn of the Ecopolopse.
