The Pole Shift

Ebba

The Inner Ocean of the planet Earth rocked her like a cradle. She wanted to sleep for a thousand years, her brothers and sisters had already cocooned themselves in Orbs and had fallen into the deep sleep. They would wake when civilization had rooted and spread some leaves, awaken to tend the people.

                She had not gone her kin's way.  Instead she had accessed the people's technology, asking Prophet questions, watching the men and women with angry eyes, they were suppose to be left to take root. The fool she thought.

                "The terrible fool!" She yelled.  Ebba could not see Perez through technologies, but instinct told her he was on the move. A rogue Master was trouble for the future her brethren said, it was the deep sleep that mattered now. She knew they would let Perez be. It had happened before and meant wars, wars that would stunt the next civilization.

                The Master's great desire, their burning wish, was to nurture a civilization to enlightenment, as they themselves had been in the primordial past. A past so long ago that the fossil record named them as an extinct  hominid species.  

                Ebba twitched. Around her many hundred of orange orbs bobbed in soft currents. The Masters numbered only in the hundreds, sterile, ancient and powerful. She made a motion with her hand, and her Orb broke free from its watery orbit. She must do something to counter Perez. Perhaps if she could oppose his interference in a clandestine manner? He would have focused on those with crystals. He would have forsaken mankind's current elite, should she bestow on them some power? It would mean showing her hand early on.

                Her Orb arrived at a yawning fissure that led to subterranean waterways. She thought carefully, the enormous crevice loomed in front of her. Macka and Lett were dying in a cave, Mnem held no crystal but owned an innate power, could Ebba augment that? There were ways.  Mnem's capacity to connect with the animal kingdom was no small strength. The Masters could not without technology, and then only to enslave. Ebba thought hard, watching a hologram of Sean's Island. The girl was wandering through the trees, could she feel them too?  If Perez was making Gods then so would she, secretly. She lingered at the great fissure, watching holograms.

                Macka and Lett were sealed. Data could not be collected to form a hologram. Lett's crystal was all but offline, the immense granite around them interfering, yet they lived. Lett would have given birth. What terrible scene lay in that cave? Ebba clicked her fingers, she would visit the girl, then attempt to get to Lett. Perez would assume they were out of play.

                 Her Orb entered the fissure, she guided it into a current that journeyed quickly. Soon she would arrive at Sean's Island.