The First Omen
04 Oct 2018Ironwatsas
What has humanity achieved in the past million years of its existence?What has it changed on the face of the cosmic plane, from the hardscrabble years of plunging sharpened spears into Wooly Mammoth flesh, to its splitting of the atom, breaking the chains of gravity of its home world, surpassing the lightspeed barrier, and staking it’s claim to the tiny bubble of worlds it calls home?
What makes humanity special?
Grit? Determination? Intellect? A will to succeed? A will to survive?
The Guardians had this all as well and they are dead now. The Thargoids certainly possess something analogous or they would not have lasted through the gulfs of time or the trials of the stars to the present day.
Mankind, without realizing it, has discarded something. Something that bodes grave and portent consequences to the universe as a whole.
For you see, we live in an era of ‘Proper Time’. A time, some would say, of wonderous exploration, where technology has brought the length and breadth of the galaxy within reach. While others would see only war, plague, pestilence, and death brought about by Mankind’s expansion unto the heavens. A loss of its past, its traditions, and its ideals, a blight on the environment, an affront to old gods, and an clouded and uncertain future. Of course, such is in the eye of the beholder.
The Axiom of Interpretation is a powerful thing, after all.
What no one can see, it seems, is that mankind’s survival to this point is part of something bigger than itself. Bigger than the Great Thargorum. Had Mankind’s eyes been opened they would not have given up their best hope of victory. A hope which we can now see has been proven to work in the past. Something the Guardians Possessed, yet failed to capitalize on, failed to see through to the conclusion. Now they are dead. They had the technology and the intelligence to see the cycle, the Omens, but for them, the Time was not Proper. They remained blind and died for it.
History discarded them. We must ensure it does not discard us.
There lies before us something mankind and mankind alone must build and achieve. To ensure its lasting legacy among the turmoil of the stars. The coming portents and the omens to be revealed will make this clear as day. This shall come with the revelation of the cycle. The gathering of the paths.
We live in an era of ‘Proper Time’. The Stars are ‘Right’. The First Omen has been cast.
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In my right hand I bear this Omen. The first. Not the last.
It is my burden and my destiny to carry it and see it made manifest.
I have many names. Many masques that, over the years, I have worn. To fool and to riddle. To obfuscate and hide. To stab at the hearts of Empires and challenge the machinations of Ones Who Would Be Gods.
I have many names. You shall call me ‘Iron’.
My task is absolute, though it is certainly contrary to the wants and needs of those around me. Men and women who will either recognize the past masques, or otherwise see my actions as deleterious for their own interests.
The Axiom of Interpretation is a powerful thing, after all.
There are those who will stand before me. I will not be stopped.
There are those who will stand with me. I will demand of them an oath of blood and soul and absolute loyalty.
There are those in the past whom created and discarded something I will need. Something that will need to be recovered and used to further the cycle.
Let this first Omen be seen and heard. Let it draw eyes and minds open. Let them… draw their own interpretations, at least for now.
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Of course, you, the Reader, will surely only resolve this as pointless tract, meaningless euphemisms, and vague cryptic statements. In time, the meaning will be clear. To speak in absolute terms at this juncture would be to invite disaster. Some things were not meant to be known. For, were the exact nature of my work here to be known in its entirety, certain parties would stop at nothing to see it destroyed. I am certain some of these malcontents are reviewing my words right now. If you, Reader, are one of them, know that you will fail. That you have misinterpreted everything you have read as a threat, rather than an opportunity.
The Axiom of Interpretation is a powerful thing, after all.
There will be a few who see this, however, of whom destiny has had a hand in directing to me. When the other Portents are revealed, you will know your place and your duty.
After all, I will require cooperation to see my task done. For reasons stated above. While the cycle is inevitable, it will not complete on its own.
I will of course, reveal in time, what my task is, why what I do is necessary, and why those reactionary parties whom would surely stand between myself and that end goal must be silenced.
In that, Reader, you may take heart. Ensure that your eyes are open, for I hold far more than one Omen.
Await the Day and the Hour when the words are meaningful to those other than I.
Await the Second Omen. Beware it’s contents.
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The First Omen. The Murmurs of the Old Cycle.