The Red Gate

[Satiel 0]

This is a story I wrote way back in August of 2005. Please post here if you atleast understand, as it might get quite confusing. But thats how I set it up. Enjoy!

 

The Red Gate

 

What do we really know and understand about our universe? Surely we are not alone. In the upcoming story, Mankind has already discovered the path to other worlds. One man, Mr. Gilder, found a passage to an undiscovered world in which he is thrust into action. He wrote of his experiences in his journal. His journal was recovered on the pavement next to Gilder's house, which was recently bulldozed because of Mr. Gilder's sudden death. These writings will come to be known as The Red Gate Journal.

 

 

"Order, Order! This meeting of the World Confederacy shall now begin. Our primary order of business is the new piece of key evidence as to the discovery of yet another hidden World being located. This World, however, was not found using one of our most recently designed Neutron Stargazers. We have found proof of a more advanced technological device created by the late Dr. Gilder. This equipment I speak of, however, has not been located yet, but the great professor's only Journal remained in his house."

 

"The professor?s journal, as some of you may or may not know, was in the native tongue of a language that has been dead for hundreds of years. Our scientists have just finished the decoding the papers, to some degree. Unfortunately only five of the more than 200 papers pages are left. There was a laboratory fire where the journals were being kept. Twenty-six people were killed and only one survived. Strangely enough the one survivor had the four remaining pages clutched to his hand, holding it tightly against his chest. He said to the fire squad 'Take these to the W.C. They must readit' as he let out his last gasp of air and fainted to that long sleep with no awakening."

"Today, in this great council, I will read the remaining pages of this great man's wondrous achievements, and I'm sure you will be amazed at this man's brilliant and interesting look at our world, and others as well."

 

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When I woke up this morning, the first thoughts floating around in my head were of the night before. Datze introduced me to his clan, roughly translated into Moonbreak. There was a big gathering of over 500 clan members. As was regulation within their tradition, many of them had come equipped with their war garments. They were, by nature, always ready for an unexpected confrontation with anyone who dares to challenge their strength. One might even say that they were outcasts for being able to see the true power of their "Mother Nature", but I haven't been taught these things since I am not...never mind.

 

I was sworn into the tribe by Datze and given some heavy armor to wear and a weapon. This weapon was very special to Datze and he thought that, after my performance in my first battle as I arrived here, that I should have it. 'The Omni hacker' he said to me. He also told me that if I ever were to go into battle, protection would be his responsibility. I was grateful.

This planet has two sun-like planets it revolves around, called Zephyrs, so the hours in the day are long and equal to about 37 hours on my home planet - Earth. Also, their moon only lasts for about 7 "Earth" hours, which is roughly 420 minutes. This makes sleeping short, but it seems that only a short amount of time is necessary for these people to regain their strength after a long day of training. Speaking of training, for the past couple days I have been training with Datze. I don't know what we were training for, since he wouldn't tell me. For some reason he wanted to make sure I pushed myself to my limit and could further expand my endurance. Do I serve a purpose in his world?

 

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Our clan was attacked again today by the Krilan tribes. Datze and I thrust ourselves into the front ranks of the battle, trying to hold them off long enough to make them retreat. This race of barbarians could only attack when the Zephyr gave them energy. Something strange happened, though, when I returned to the village. When I entered the training grounds a small spark burst out of my hands as I was instantly performing punches into the air. I think Datze saw this phenomenon because he quickly turned around and left. Maybe it was the delusion of being stranded on this world for about six months since I became a clansman.

There was another clan meeting a few days ago, after the Krilan battles. It was weird how, when I heard that horn, I jumped up and put on my gear and left, weapon in hand. At the meeting the Chief spoke in the center, but this was a new leader. I asked Datze what happened and he told me of the Trials. At any time, any clan member may challenge the leader for the right to prove that he is a stronger and more strategic warrior. Unfortunately, it is the way of the ancients and elders to force the defeated leader to commit suicide, since his death meant that he really was not capable of leading his clan and saving then from what could have been a real threat.

As Asharak, the new leader, spoke, Datze translated for me. He told me of the Holy Elk Empire, an empire that has been ruthlessly eliminating all clans who are not "civilized" by their standards. That night was the most important night so far. As soon as nightfall came, Datze pulled me away to the training grounds. He told me to open my hands palm out and concentrate on what I really wanted. At that moment I wanted to help keep Clan Moonbreak from being obliterated by the overpowering empire for their way of life. I concentrated hard when~`~`~` (the rest of the page is burnt to a crisp)

 

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The Northern wall was down. It only took a few blasts to the pillars supporting it. I still didn't know if the plan was going to work. We already had access to the throne room as I waited for the command signal.

I then heard something. The signal was sent. The signal was ~`~`~` (part of the page is illegible)

 

Why has this happened? It was an ambush. They knew we were coming. Datze is dead...dead. We were running to attack the prime minister. I shot a thunder jolt and Datze was charging what he called a Zephyr Targeter. He could us the sun to aim its energy at the prime minister or whomever he wanted. Then, a masked guard grabbed him from behind and thrust a spear through his chest. I wanted to save him. I want to save him. I can still save ~`~`~` (part of the page is smeared and illegible)

 

The Red Gate worked! I altered the time patterns and configured some equations on the gate. I was then able to re-enter this world, but it was a different time from when I first arrived on this planet. It was the recent past. More specifically, it was our battle against the Empire. I found Datze. I saved him from being killed. I brought him back and the Empire fell, but was it worth it? Is what I did considered altering time and space? Did I change the general outline of life and death? I must get back home and show proof of what I have done. My story must be told.

 

 

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I haven't recorded anything since the Empire fell. Everything is lost to me now. When the prime minister was murdered, Datze and I were now the rulers of this world. The elders were right. We united all the outcaste tribes, including Moonbreak. The elders were right. We had more power than any other tribe member. Because of our power, I was challenged to duels by six clan fighters, each of them falling to their death by my hand. The elders were right. Why did I not listen? A statue was made in my honor, and great gifts were given to me from around the world, but then all HELL broke lose. The power was getting to me, though I tried to control it. The greed was growing, though I shared my wealth with others. The biggest problem was with Datze. He wanted to fight in battles and wage wars just to feel the rush of adrenaline and feel the clashing of swords as he killed his enemies. The elders were right.

 

He attacked me! Datze attacked me! He wanted more power, so why didn't I stop fighting? I should have stopped, but I couldn't. The GREED had corrupted me. I was selfish in wanting to live. "Cover Barrage!" he yelled as he used his natural abilities to shield himself from damage or injury. A fire burned up inside of me as I let out a wave of energy towards him. "You saved me from death a hundred times over, and a hundred times again, but not even death can save you now." I killed him. Chaos broke as the clan wars began once more. I broke the natural order of this world, of this land even. I stopped the World from proceeding forward on the path it was on. The Dark Elves had no chance of surviving once someone Like I used the Red Gate.

 

(In comes an officer shouting news)

 

"Council, council! Another page was found! Someone other than Gilder wrote the last entry!

 

(Hands page to the Council Leader and he reads it aloud)

 

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My name is Datze Bonearrow. I am of the Clan Moonbreak. With my last ounce of strength I write this to the people of Gilder's realm. My clansmen helped me find the Red Gate. Order is now restored. Before his death, Gilder wrote these numbers on the outside of the portal:

 

72,000 N. 5,127 800,000,000 E.

 

I do not know their importance, but who ever is reading this may know. Gilder was my friend, but he was corrupted. When he comes again, I will change the outcome of this world for the better.

 

(Council) "When he comes again? What is the meaning of that?"

 

(Two Days Later)

 

As the Universal Confederacy Council Leader passes by Oaken St., he sees a house constructed where Gilder used to live. Curious as to the new owner of the house he knocks on the door. The door then slowly creaks open, and he peeks inside. He sees the shadow of someone entering a large hole.

 

"Gilder is using the Red Ga??