Endymia

ENDYMIA - CHAPTER 1

Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. But this was a low hum that night after night continued to haunt her. They had revived the Earth before, yet now she saw how humanity had too quickly drained their life forces. Her purpose, she then knew, was to save them.

According to Endymia’s research, they departed in early October of 3020, promising never to return. Their orbit remained visible in the night sky from her reclusive desert home outside Albuquerque. Undulating, sometimes cylinders, sometimes orbs. Eight had been accounted for so far. Many feared them as enemies but she knew better. It was rumored they took on faces–aged and youthful, depending on the pole you found yourself in front of. One ruled by their old moon; one by star. The closest translation of what she had heard was, “When that which you have poured into can no longer fill you, the time to let go has come.” And so they left.

The leaked records said they arrived in or around the time a young Ayla explained as the, “Cretaceous–Paleogene extinction event,” many years before the two fled the floods together to pursue a life of freedom and self sufficiency. What was thought for centuries to be a big rock from space was actually their colossal bodies burrowing in. The working theory being, the asteroid delivered them.

The Ancient Ones built pyramids with their technology across the globe. Their teachings were passed down, warped over millennia; never meant to be described as they came from an era and realm that had no language. Everything that lived, as it turned out, came from them but we didn not know they existed until their departure. They came from death and now they were quickly dying. Our last hope on a dying planet lay with them.

Endymia first heard the voices in her workshop; or rather a retrospective of her incompletes. She would never admit all these years later to wearing Ayla’s ring, though it dangled from a chain around her neck.

Endy had never finished anything of her own. A genius highschool drop-out, she maintained the reputation of not seeing anything through when released ahead of schedule from the ​​Federal Correctional Institution in Waseca. She aided in preventing a cyber attack, nevermind they never asked her to hack into the government’s mainframe.

Two of the massive figures emerged from The Devil’s Kettle, split waterfalls that baffled scientists for centuries fed by the Brule River in Minnesota of all places. It was then she felt a tremor. Historically, one fork of the falls flowed on to the ocean. The other, a mystery that poured eternally, never emerging. This, as it turns out, was where they drank.

Since their departure ten years before, she was determined to dedicate her time in isolation to learning more.

They brought life from death and now they were quickly dying. She felt certain her life’s purpose was to save them.