Whispers Until The End Of Time Parts 1-3

Part 1: Whispers in the night. 

The moon lit forest shrouds all sight. A gentle breeze dampens the silence as leaves rustle in the brush. A whisper heard in the wind, a screech from a far off affair. The howl of death and destruction. The end has just begun. Blood floods the land and flows like rivers of the past. Those who survived the world wars now live in solitude, fighting for every precious second. The air is poisoned, and the sun has been all but blocked from view. The night sky is gloomy and the only thing you see when you look up is the moon. The last reminder of a past we have forgotten. Story's and myths are rare to find. All literature has been burned, any artistic creation destroyed. The people who walk the lands are nothing like their ancestors who lived only one hundred year before them.

Water has become their commodity. Precious as life itself. As it is the only thing sustaining the remaining population. Yet it is scarce, those with the water controls what'd left of the so called civilized world. There is no need for money. As water has become the tender of all trade. Out side of this new world lies the ruins of the old world. The land of the outlaws, those still hunted by the new regime. Those still holding on to the old ways. Hidden out in the wasteland lies this mystery.

It was his need of water that drove him. His need for survival. The natural instincts burning inside him. That's what made him the strongest, the fastest, the keenest. He was not afraid to die. He was a outcast, a outlaw in the land of outlaws. His loyalty was to his own consciousness. He needed only water to enjoy life. Yet this water comes with a price. Blood. Blood has become the new natural resource that every one wishes to exploit. The land is no longer lush with vegetation, the ground has been drained and mined of all its minerals and oil. The lakes have run dry and the oceans are all but sterile. The pollution has killed all life except for microorganisms feeding off the decomposing marine life, and plastics. It Is now this blood, dripping from the blade of an assassin, that has forever changed the course of history for this planet.

Instantly, Whisper knew. He had been had. "That snake!" The tricksters fatale plot finally revealed. This was no ordinary woods witch. As he withdraws the blade from his victim, his entire being tingled. He never felt this way after a kill. He had killed hundred of times, ever since he had been in the last of the revolutionary wars. But this one was different, the energy instantly faded within him. He could feel his own life force diminishing. "Could this be her?" He thought to him self as he watched the last glimmer of light leave her eyes, and her soft smile fade away as she falls limp in his arms. The wind howls. Clouds begin to tremble. Whisper knows he has just done the unthinkable. His vitals are diminishing, his energy levels have dropped to near life threatening levels. "Is this the end?" He thinks to him self as he sinks to his knees, unable to sustain the weight of his own body any longer. As he grows weaker he looks around, the forest has begun to die. Every thing around him is in distress. A eerie silence fills the air. "What was the meaning of all this? Is this really how it all ends?" The last thoughts of the great assassin Whisper. As he takes his last breath, he hears a strange sound. Laughter, of the trickster, coming to clam his prize. The blood of mother nature, and her throne.

Part 2: The immortals. It was that cynical laughter that echoed throughout the devastated forest, In between the roars of thunder and clasp of lightning, the laughter of Sight was all that could be heard. The Trickster King of the Logos, Sight always had a mystical way about him. Interacting with the enchantments of nature, playfully disrupting the normal way of life and death in the wastelands and then reestablishing them on a new basis, usually evoking fear and loathing, but mostly confusion at how sick and twisted his sense of humor really was. But this act of deception was unprecedented. All of his past escaped could be considered juvenile. This was nothing like his usual mutating of fairies and wood witches. This was his most paramount accomplishment. Sight managed to convinced the only man capable, yet not willing to, to slay the mother of all. In turn, killing himself and all that was connected to the life of mother nature, and the planet itself. All life is now diminishing fading into extinction, all life except for Sight. He has found the secret to immortality, the blood of mother nature. "That wasn't so hard after all!" Condescendingly laughing as he kneels over the two corpses. He can feel his own life force diminishing. He has wasted enough time he must act now. He soaks his hands in the blood of mother nature. He pools the blood into his hands and drinks the vital fluid. The blood mixing with his own, instantly his entire being shifted dimensions, his transformation has begun. Sight's parasitic nature to latch on and leach every drop of life force from the wasteland, now has a new host for survival. He realize he cannot sustain himself if he destroys the planet completely, but he knows the earth is sick with a deadly virus that only he can rid it of. Sight knows this terminally ill condition of the planet is humanity's doing so it must be humanity brought to justice for their atrocities. He has always despised man, ever since he was abandoned as a infant in the wastelands. Left alone, raised by a old wood witch that found him crying in a heap of trash battered and bruised. She raised him until he was a teen and taught him the mystical ways of the wasteland and how to survive on his own. Now Sight has his prize. Immortality and the ability to rid the earth of humanity. He was no longer in the forest, he had traversed to a higher dimensions, previously unknown to him. Instantly all his wants, needs, worried and desires all ceased. His hatred for humanity dissipated. All his worldly thoughts and actions became irrelevant and unworthy. He had been awaken, just in that moment he had his satori, he finally realized his one true nature. Suddenly Sight snapped back into reality. Completely transformed yet exactly the same. The energy resonating from within him now is unlike any energy force that come before it. The power Sight now wields is incomprehensible, even to the strongest of minds. Sight stands with the corps of the mother in his arms. The slightest of smiles grows on his face, "I am the father, King of all that Is and ever will be." Hysterically laughing as he makes his way out of the newly revived forest. "Whisper" a soft voice echo's within a timeless void. "Wake up Whispers" The great assassins consciousness now exist outside of space and time in a dimension created by his own mind. He is able to perceive all realities, all possibilities, every instance of time, future past and present all within this timeless void. "Whisper" the voice echo's. "Who are you?" Whispers replies sensing more than he has ever before, the energy of every being that has ever existed and that ever will. The vivid memories of earths haunted past, the violence it brings in its future, all the mystical ways of the wasteland. Sensed now by Whisper. "I am the mother of all that is " the soft voice replies. Whispers energy ignites. He begins to manifest himself in metaphysical form. A blinding light glowing from the intense energy that is Whisper. He can no longer comprehend what is occurring. "You now have my power." Said the mother. "But why? Was it not I that slain you and all that was?" Whispers replies, still unsure what to make of things. "You did what you were destined to do. You are an assassin. You have been your entire life, and will be for eternity. This was all inevitable, you can see it for yourself can't you?" In that moment Whispers satori occurs. He realizes the meaning of all that has transpired, of all that was and all that will ever be. He realizes, he was and always has been the catalyst to the end of the beginning. The mother spoke once more, "It is the sacrifice you must make" Whispers replies, "but I am finally at peace, I need no wants or values now." The mother begins to plea, "only spilling of the bloods across the land will replenish and restore the virtue of the earth." Apathetically Whispers replies "and why should I care?" "You have seen Sights plan for humanity, he already control of all enchanted creatures, transforming them into hideous monsters. My beloved no longer captivate humanity with beauty and grace but in stead decapitate the human race!" It is now guilt that compels him, with a sigh he ask, "what must I do to defeat Sight?" The mother replies, "That which you've done your whole life, but first you need to wake up!"

Part 3: No end in sight. A year has passed since mother nature's demise, and Sights rise to power. The earth has begun yet another transformation, Sight has allowed life on earth to flourish. It had seemed, for some time, that peace had finally set in across the land. The air was crisp and clean. Water flows the lands once again, and the oceans began to repopulate. Sight has successfully replenished the life force of the planet, and strengthened his own. It seems humanity has escaped the grips of extinction once again. The population of the wastelands was able to re-sustain itself, transforming from a wasteland, void of any life, to a lavish paradise rich in life of not only the human population that adapted and mutated in the wastelands, but also the enchanted creatures of the forest, who now roam the earth, disconnected from the source of their powers. The populations that were unfortunate enough to fall victim to the Elites, were trapped within the number of different mega-city scattered across the world. The so called "New Civilized World", billions of people trapped behind the massive walls they were forced to create. These beings are nothing like their counter parts from the wasteland, the Elite have forced their evolutionary progress forward by merging science and technology with the human body. They have become cybernetic beings, half human half robot. For the whole of the population they are more robot than human. The Elites have managed to succeed in their millennium long quest for immortality. They have transformed themselves into cyborgs. They get their energy from the sun, and have programmed the whole of humanity to obey their every command. They have achieved a higher level of consciousness and unlocked unlimited power. The Elite have truly become world dominators, they are the cause for the earths ills. They sensed Sights rise to power, and have been preparing their cyborg army, as they have foreseen Sights arrival and know it is only a matter of time. Back in his decrepit palace, Sight has been flexing his new found powers. He has unleashed his terror across the land, casting spells that grips all enchanted creatures within his grasp. He mutates them at will. He has set the Logos free upon the earth to consume humanity. No one now dares even refuse Sight the smallest request, for fear of his attentions. Sight could now hold his breath, and all the air would leave the room. He manipulates blood and steel all the same. Using the power of his mind to communicate and manipulate over thousands of leagues. And If there was conspiracy in the dark, he heard. He was the king of air and darkness. The ruling lord of a court of monsters. It is now these monsters, the Logos, released upon the wasteland to bring about the ruination of the wretched man animal that is humanity. The lavish paradise that was the wastelands is once again in peril. The Logos are consuming humanity and enchanted creatures faster then then they can repopulate. Sights hideous army is growing. The grounds of the planes begin to quake, the mountains begin to move, shifting as if they were alive. Something within the earth has awaken. The first of sights wrath's, Petros. A monster created of the earth itself, it is a force of energy able to manipulate any part of the earth it desires, growing its size to Immeasurable proportions. Able to splits the earth in half creating quakes and fissures able to bring down entire mountain, and swallow entire cities. The earth being torn apart by Petros has awaken an even more sinister monster, Sights second wrath, Oleus. A toxic mix of nuclear waster, fuming sulfuric acid and petroleum. The hazardous mix of chemicals spewing from this creature is a true monster. Seeping through the cracks of Petros, absorbing and dissolving his victims within his toxic conglomeration, increasing his size with every kill. Able to spontaneously combust, transforming into a enormous fire creature, engulfing all that live. These two, the first of the Logos, combine together to form and unstoppable super monster, Petroleos. This mountainous being is now headed for the mega-city, Cykropolus. Awaiting them is over forty million cyborgs, all now programmed to defend the city at all cost.