The Pole Shift

Perez

Perez rose from one knee. He stood over the hologram of Sean's Island, if they could see him in return he would loom like black thunderclouds. He was perplexed.  He rubbed his chin, pushed back a Fibonacci curled lock of hair and pondered. He had expected Sean to let the flood gates open and grow enormous as any good addict loyal to their own pleasures would. He thought Sean might tear the very trees from the hill to use as arms, kill the attacker, kill the old man, possibly kill all of them. Set himself up on the Island to terrify the future generations:

                "Don't go near that Island! A Giant lives there!"

                Perez paced the stone chamber. He would have to leave soon, he had betrayed his brothers and sisters and they would kill him he supposed. He knew he had some time, for they would be reluctant to leave the warmth of the Earth's greatest Ocean. He felt it's call too, the womb waters lit in part by the bioluminescence of the kelp forests, the inner Ocean that was a world within a world. He clicked a finger, the hologram disappeared and so did his whimsy. There was no going back.

                Perez walked through a stone cut door and up stone cut stairs. That girl, that pretty dolt, she had stayed Sean's heavy hands. What part had she yet to play? It was impossible for Perez to think of her without agitation. Everyone seemed to like her, the animals - they trusted her! She floated about with no intent. She just is he thought. Ebba would have had better insight, Ebba had chosen her but Ebba was gone.

                Perez arrived at another chamber, here a flat river passed and on the walls glyphs and reliefs  depicted scenes from history. Deep history. Beyond pyramids and stone heads, further back to civilizations that were dust and forgotten by all men of this age. A face carved in the stone caught the light from a staff of Yew planted in the middle of the chamber. The eye sockets were cast in shadow, but the eyes themselves caught the gentle light as two crescents.

                "Time to wander the lands old friend." The stone face did not answer and Perez wondered if a man existed in this age that could match the luminosity of the man in 40,000 year old carving.

                  The river was steaming from the Earth's heat  and Perez's hair tightened  their curls in the humidity. He faced his hands together, as if they held a head he was about to kiss the lips of. Electricity gathered, vibrations sang and harnessed gravity, the gap between his hands turned orange. In moments he spilled an Orb at his feet, still growing and gathering moisture to form the sphere's walls.  He took the Yew Staff from its cradle and turned to the waterway. It flowed deeper to the Inner Ocean, and upwards to the Earth's surface. The Orange Orb encapsulated him as he touched it and he floated out onto the river. He travelled upwards, enjoying the sense of weightlessness.

                 The boy, he thought, I'll go see the boy first.