Chrysalis of the Creator

Chapter 19

They were but days from the Core, where she would be expected to submit to the testing of the Historians and Council. Her training was almost complete. Sitting within her chamber she found herself staring into the mirrored surface before her. This text was unusual she had tried to open the file several times and each time it had denied her going so far as to send a shock through the neural transfer. It needed something but she was unsure. Each symbol she had tried had failed. In her mind she created a countertop an old-fashioned computer system with a palm reader. It materialised before her. Placing palm to the reader it lit green, the file before her poured into her mind. Closing her eyes tight she placed her fingers to her temples and rubbed. Bloody hate it when that happens. It was like getting a continual electric current flowing through her mind.

Opening her eyes, she started, for looking back at her in the surface was the face of an ancient being his eyes twinkled with mischief.

"Hello little one," his rich lyrical tone washed over her calming her mind.

"Hello," Nara's voice a little tentative.

"Glad to see you have found who I left for you," his tone was playful.

"Do you mean my Chorum?" she asked.

"Well yes, not bad specimens, are they? I was thinking you would enjoy their many attributes." Now he did have a wicked glint in his eye.

Nara pouted a little, "I was right you do have a sick sense of humour."

"We all need to laugh little one." He retorted.

"Yes, I know but did they all have to be so freaking smoking hot? How am I meant to get anything done?"

He laughed it was like a soft rumble of thunder. "Yes, I understand it was a problem I experienced too. They are like a magnet to our power, I know I just couldn't help myself sometimes. Yes, the distraction was there but the recharge their activity provided was very helpful."

Now it was Nara's turn to laugh. "You are so bad, I heard you left many offspring."

"Well a God has his needs." He acknowledged.

"What do you want...?" Nara hesitated unsure of how to address him.

"Call me Owen." He instructed, as if reading her mind.

"Oh, isn't that a little plain for a God?"

"Plain is good between us."

"Well to what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Owen?" she asked.

"I just wanted you to understand that the evil has many, many faces. Too many." His words were ominous.

"And what does that mean?" she asked.

"Where would all the fun be if I told you everything?" there was a touch of arrogance in his tone.

"Ah bullshit!" Nara spat.

"Excuse me?" Owen looked taken aback.

"Bullshit, B... U... L... L... S... H... I... T..." she enunciated before continuing, "you know the crap that comes out of a creatures arse all warm and sticky."

"I know what it is but why do you say that?"

"You turn up all enigmatic and expect I just allow you to drop your half-arse statement on me then you were going to just piss off again, really?"

Owen laughed again a massive belly laugh that she felt vibrate through her body.

Nara scowled, her face reddened. She looked as though she was about to give him a tongue lashing.