The Pole Shift

Battle Day Remembered

"The Goddess!" Doors closed and wails erupted as Mnem passed through a village that had forgotten basic carpentry.

                "Lett save us!" Moaned men clasping their hands.

                "Macka protect us!" Shouted a woman.  Then a wail came from the Vet's home, "She has killed the old one, The Vet!  Drank his soul! Stolen the hounds! Who will tell us of our fathers? Who will guide us now?"

                The grandchildren of the Pole Shift survivors were without knowledge. Devastated by wars fought with old and new technologies, their promise of Eden had been snatched away and snapped over the knee by those unknown.  It was all they could do to keep alive, the oceans were still filthy and fish hard to come by. Their crops from the seed banks were terrible, they didn't know how to farm. They found sustenance through scavenging. Shipping containers from the Old World sometimes washed up on the islands and if they were lucky they'd find tinned food.  Mostly though, the container's contents were unfathomable.

                Mnem paced away, not caring for them. She had fought a battle against their military sixty years ago, one where she and The Giant had been friends. Nature had bent her way, whilst the Earth itself bent The Giant's. Drones were nullified by flocks of seagulls, Trimaran War Ships engulfed by waves stirred up by The Giants control of gravity. There were others at the battle, The Lord Jimmy and his flotilla, watching, swatting drones from the skies with streaks of plasma. There were the Crystal Bearers whom the AI 'Prophet' had told to flee. Some had, and had escaped to become Demi Gods. The girl Janet one.

                Lett and Macka floated in orange orbs had smiled at her as they pulsed around The Giant's head. "Who is the Giant?" They had asked.

                "Sean." she had replied, thinking to have made friends.  She had loved them for it, but when Macka and Lett looked at each other she saw fear. "Perez?" They had said, "Are you of Perez?"

                "No, Ebba!" she had shouted but they didn't believe her. Their faces peered into the rock, where Sean's face could be discerned, helmeted by stone. His eyes were wild, he was mad with his power. throwing rocks and trees and stirring the waters he strode. Macka and Lett had fled.

                Perez had been at the battle too. "Girl. Girl?" He had whispered, in an orb of his own. 'Give me the Little Lo, give me the carving of my ancestors!"  She had shook her head perched on The Giant's enormous basalt shoulder. Tess the Labrador was snarling. The seagulls had risen and began dive bombing Perez. A flock of Silver Gulls began to weal around the Giant's head, the man inside the collection of stone and sand faltered, as if confused. Mnem had leapt from his shoulder and found water with the Labrador. She spoke words whilst fingering Little Lo. Shortly she and the dog were gathered up by creatures of the sea. Around her the Elites of the pre- Pole shift World fought their last battle. Drones Jets and Warships gathered and pushed, sensing a final chance but it was all in vain. The last of the Old World was destroyed.

                Mnem relived that day as she strode to the shore and boarded a small vessel. She remembered all detail, everything.  She noted the words that had been said on battle day, she could see the minds that spoke the words. She recalled the Island the ocean mammals had delivered her to. The Dolphins had been near end too, yet they endured to deliver. She remembered waking on the shore. There was peace about her, the Little Lo in her hand. Tess was curled close, and around her gathered birds of all kinds. She remembered closing her eyes, letting nature enter her soul. She recalled the moment her eyes opened days later, wise and terrible. It was to that Island that she now traveled.