The Aeolian Master - Book One - Revival HTML version

Em by the arm in an attempt to turn him over for a better look. But the guard would never get his look.
Em sprang to his feet, muscles rippling and taut. The bewildered look on the guard's face didn't have time to
turn to one of frustration. He was hurled head first into the other guard, and they both went sprawling to the
floor. Em leaped over their struggling bodies and slammed his hand against the palm switch. As the door slid
open he shot up the last flight of stairs and out into the night. His eyes hadn't had time to adjust to the darkness
and, in his flight, he didn't see the bush. His outstretching leg was stopped short, and he went tumbling to the
ground, landing on the soft spongy grass.
He quickly got into a crouched position, watching for the guards.
He waited, but they didn't come.
With his eyes now accustomed to the dark, he rose and tread softly away from the domed stairwell. In his
childlike ignorance it hadn't crossed his mind to wonder why the guards didn't come after him. It merely was.
He stepped out from beneath a tree, and looking up he noticed for the first time, the stars above in the
cloudless night,—little lights flashing their intensity of illumination—gaining, then fading, then gaining again.
His whole being thrilled at the sight of them. Somewhere in his brain neurons flashed into operation for the
first time in more than six hundred years. Electrochemical messages began to bounce around, bounding back
from neurons yet to be awakened. He suddenly felt an affinity for the stars. He loved them. He wanted to
touch them, to grab them out of the air. His arm moved automatically. His hand stretched out, groping the air,
but he couldn't feel them. Then he realized they were too far away.
He lowered his arm and stared at them. Why were they so far away? The question, and the answer came
quickly. He remembered the planets, the suns, the solar systems, and the galaxies. He remembered the
distances and the infinite reaches of space. And then he remembered it was urgent for him to travel to one of
these stars. It was of the utmost importance, but for what reason, he couldn't recollect.
Finally he turned his gaze to his surroundings. He noticed the tall buildings in the skyline. More neurons
came to life. Yes, he remembered. It was a city composed of tall buildings with little lights glaring at random,
shining with all their glory, telling him that he was alive, and that he had come from another world to . . . He
couldn’t remember. He looked around. Perhaps good people lived here. He would try to find them.
He stepped from the grass onto a smooth plastic material which felt warm and silky to his feet. He looked up
at luminescent streetlights arcing out from the buildings. It was easy to see where he was going. Still, he wasn't
in a hurry. He was sure the uniformed men were far behind him, and were no longer a threat. He could sense it.
He started down the street and hadn't gone far when he heard a loud, shrill noise coming from around the
corner. The noise he knew was an indication of something. He stopped for a moment. Yes, it was a scream. It
was usually emitted by a person in some kind of trouble. Sometimes it was emitted by a man, and sometimes
by a woman. This time it sounded like a woman.
It occurred to him that he should help her. His intuition didn’t tell him why, but he knew it had to be done.
He hurried around the corner in the direction of the scream knowing he could help whoever it was that feared
some danger. Not more than thirty feet from him was a woman crouching in panic-stricken horror with her
hands clasped to her chest. She was shaking her head back and forth as if she couldn’t believe it was
happening. Her face was askew. Tears were running down her checks. Her arms and legs were tense with fear,
paralyzed. She couldn't move.
He knew she was ready for death. He didn't fully understand the situation nor the term 'death.' It was merely
a negative abstract state of being, but he could sense her horror, and he knew she didn't want it to happen.
From above an object was hurtling out of the sky. An aura of intense waves of red emanated from the cold,
metallic body. He remembered red meant danger.
This must be the object that horrified the woman, an object bringing death.
These thoughts and observations rushed through his mind in a fraction of a second. He must act quickly or it
would be too late.
A large muscular arm came out of nowhere and encircled her waste. It swept her easily into the air.
With astonishment she abruptly ceased her screaming. Viella craned her neck, but couldn’t see who came
for her in this moment of extreme terror. The huge arm lifted her off her feet as if she were a rag doll to be