The Miniscular Revolution: Rise

❝Prologue❞

The night stood still; nothing moved, and nothing said a single word. There was only a vast darkness covering the misty jungle of Glist. It acts as a blanket to the tall trees and its inhabitants. The climate was cool; very cool indeed. Yet, all the animals did not seem to mind; they were all sound asleep.

A few hours passed with this silence and darkness, until an old man with a huge green hood barged through the branches. There were many sounds of twigs snapping and leaves rustling, but nothing changed. It was just the man in the green hood. He kept walking until he reached a gorgeous waterfall that blocked an entrance to a secret cave.

Many said that the cave brought terrible luck to those who dared to go inside. Many said that venomous bats would lunge straight towards you and pierce your throat with terrifying yellow fangs. Many said that there was an ancient spirit who haunted the minds of one until they would suddenly drop dead on the ground.

The old man knew, however, that those things did not apply to him. He has visited the cave a countless number of times before. On the contrary, it was the bats who feared the old man, and it was he who controlled the ancient spirits of the cave. In his left hand, he held a wooden rod that shined under the stars hanging from above. He delicately pointed his rod towards the peak of the rapidly rushing waterfall. In an instant, the rod rattled while lighting up. The wooden rod became luminous by the second, as the rod rattled more. A streak of bold white shot out of the rod and penetrated the waterfall and against the boulder that lay in front of the cave. In a couple of seconds, a loud crackling noise rang throughout the entire jungle of Glist. The waterfall gave a startling roar as an opening formed for the old man.

He quickly lowered his rod and raced through the opening and made his way through the pieces of the boulder.

When he got to the main room of the cave, a galore of luminous gems greeted him as they kept on showing off their pulchritudinous colors. The man took off his green hood and revealed a pale face with a puffy gray beard, hazel eyes, and a hard gaze at the gems. Fierce yellow eyes that snapped open at the sight of the old man hissed softly.

The old man was not startled, not one bit; he raised his rod and shook it towards the bats to silence them. He took two steps forward. Then....

POW!

The glass shielding the gems broke into a million shards. A gleam of yellow sprouted upwards; a startling roar came out of it. The gleam then started to blink bright yellow and then dulled itself. It remained like this for several seconds until the old man groaned in frustration and exhaustion.

"What is it that you want?" The old man started off. "I do not have time for your foolishness. You called me here tonight to give me valuable information for the coming of our future. But I cannot understand a thing you are trying to say!"

The gleam of yellow only kept turning bright and dull, only at a faster pace. The man's rod shook rapidly in his hands. The man's patience withered quickly.

"Well? Are you going to show me anything? Or did you just want to waste my time?" The old man snapped.

In no more than five seconds, the gleam of yellow calmed down and swirled carefully around the galore of gems. It stopped at a gorgeous lilac colored gem. It had thin swirls carved inside of it; the gem glowed it's beautiful color and kept glowing until the old man came one inch apart from it.

Simultaneously, a zircon also started to show off it's bright blue patterned color. Then another zircon, but it was the color of dark orange and red. A white quartz followed, including a yellow diamond and a light colored crystal. The old man once again gave a groan of exasperation. He opened his mouth to say something but was quickly silenced by the sound of the yellow gleam. The yellow gleam started to form a picture around the six gems. The gleam gradually took the form of a symbol the old man seemed to recognize.