CHAPTER 1 PRE EARTH

Far across the universe, midst an infinity of stars, exists a galaxy teeming with sentient life. Humanoid in form, their bronze skin glows with iridescent lines of glittering freckles, as though they were painted with random strokes from an artist’s rainbow-colored brush. They are an ancient star faring civilization called the Olomnri. Most members of the species are slender, tall and beautiful, with bright golden eyes, silken silvery hair and an aesthetic radiance that seems to resonate as much from their consciousness as from their physical form.

They inhabit the galaxy Chronlion, a spiral system where hundreds of millions of populated planets host trillions of peaceful beings, beings whose lives are not limited to a handful of decades, but who live on for several thousand years before ascending from one life to the next. Living such expansive lifetimes at a high level of conscious awareness, the Olomnri have created a society where there is little fear of disease or violent death. Lessons were learned from a past where their people threatened each other to the point of extinction. Such lessons now serve as the driving force pushing them to create and maintain a near utopian galactic civilization.

Long ago when war had so nearly led their race into extinction, a virulent maliciousness ruled their lives. Stemming from fear, hate and greed it was rooted in their hearts and minds driving them to insanity. Their extinction seemingly inevitable was fortunately averted when in a sudden moment of truth as they teetered on the verge of obliteration a great shift in the minds of all Olomnri occurred. A shift that stopped their relentless destructive wars before turning their one and only home planet into a cold and lifeless rock, lost in the emptiness of space.

The shift lead them to discover hidden abilities, inherent talents that had been locked behind their insanity, emotions that had blocked them from their true potential. Through finding themselves and breaking away from the barbarism and savagery they achieved true harmony, rising to a point where upon death as sentient beings they transcended consciously from one physical life to the birth of the next retaining their knowledge life after life. By this retention of knowledge their civilization elevated quickly developing into a culture of rational intellects, forming a perfectly balanced realm where life, science and technology flourished empowering them to spread across the stars.

One of the greatest talents they discovered hidden away in each of them was that they possessed the ability to speak mind to mind. With this insight of extrasensory perception they could communicate instantly across the seemingly limitless distances of space, an ability that quickly became natural and instinctive for every one of their kind.

Peace and prosperity became all they knew for thousands of generations never once encountering other cultures of hostility while colonizing the billions of planets they now inhabit. It had become evident that they were the only sentient species with intelligence beyond that of the genetic entity found in animals across their entire galaxy.

As perfect as their civilization had become, non were ever allowed to forget how close they come to ended themselves more than a million years in their past. Detailed records of how they had lived in hate and fear before the times of prosperity are that of scripture. The memories and lessons from those days are held close to their hearts and symbolized with monuments constructed on every planet they colonize.

In those dark times before the shift Olomnri killed one another for sport, greed and pride. Even between those regions considered allies they held tournaments. Trials of death where battles ranging in weapons from swords and battle axes of the first days of civilization to the most state of the art weapons of the day depending on the theme were used to kill their opponents in the games. Exhibitions between hundreds of combatant’s were held regularly. The savage killings playing out for the masses broadcast to the public and viewed by every territory for the pure joy and display of the slaughter. Those who went to kill and die did so believing their purpose was to prove their peoples skill in dealing death to their enemy in order to keep the other territories from invading and decimating their people.

Regions not at peace were in a state of constant war; fanatical ideologies held by leadership groups perpetually fueled their peoples hate, driving them in a single purpose to desperately try and kill their enemies believing that if they did not destroy the threat outside of their boarders they themselves would be butchered. The state of endless total war tore the surface of their single known habitable planet apart, nearly to the point where it would no longer sustain life. If more weapons of mass destruction were deployed there would have be no hope even for those hidden far under the surface to survive when the planet's atmosphere ionized igniting in a fire storm that would burn until there was nothing left. If that happened even those berried in bunkers prepared to wait it out would die with no surface to return to, no way to replenish their food and suffocating from their quickly dwindling air supplies.

          The fear and hate that held them in this perpetual need for killing had no relief. It drove them blindly seeking more effective ways to destroy their brothers, their fellow Olomnri. Larger and larger more destructive weapons were deployed until they stood on the precipice that would have ended the wars because they had caused the complete extinction of their entire race and death of their planet.

In the last moments before there was no turning back a great shift took hold. A single spark grew into a flame of hope from the heart of one who would quickly be lost to this life. She had in her last desperate moments unknowingly changed her entire peoples future forever. Dealing with her pain wile slipping out of the realm of the living her mind had been pushed to the edge and unconsciously she penetrated deep into minds every Olomnri, touching their hearts with a song that changed them. At the climax of destruction because of one desperate soul in the very last moments before there would have been no reversing the events that were so nearly set into motion an innocent broke through the madness.

A telepathic mind song from a child shattered the insanity. She sang to them, filling every mind on the planet with peace and hope. She had created the link without knowing it, her song of life and love was heard by all.

It had been early evening and her family was sitting at the table in their dining room eating dinner as they always would. Her parents talked about how in the last tournament certain combatants had shown so much courage and cunning and debated on what regions would defeat the others in the war while this young girl seeing her people from a different perspective sat silently, eating the food that was offered her, dreaming of a different peaceful world. It had been as it always was, dinner, gossip speculation on their future when suddenly everything stopped.

A neutron bomb detonated over their city.

The blast caused buildings to collapse, entire sections of the city crumbled to the ground. Her building was one of them and when the dust settled it was just one of the hundreds of piles of rubble where her city once had been a beautiful landscape of artful buildings. When she awoke trapped and pinned under the ruin of her collapsed home there was no sign of her family or any sounds from the living, she didn’t kid herself they had all died she knew. She was alone mortally injured and knew that she herself would not have long. As she drifted in and out of consciousness racked by the pain from her crushed legs she chose to sing a song of life to help deal with her suffering. She liked to sing and would have loved to hear her beautiful voice fill the silent void of her undeniable tomb but she could not. She was pinned by the beam that had stopped after crushing her legs the very moment before it would have crushed the rest of her completely and because of its pressure it prevented her from having the breath to sing or even speak above a short lived croak. As tears rolled down her cheeks from the unbearable agony unceasingly washing over her she sang in the voice of her mind and soul.

It was a song born from sadness, pain and disparity, a song filled with passion and hope for peace, a song one who had seen through the lies and fear ruling her people could only sing. Her song a fluid rhythmic melody of all she wished her people could be, it flowed from her, comforting her, blocking out some of the pain and soon became an extension of her subconscious, continuing in her mind even when she drifted in and out of consciousness. Her song born of desperation and empowered by how she had used it to separate herself from the body that lay dying under the building crushing the life from her filled the minds of every Olomnri, clearing the fog of rage from their eyes and releasing them from the iron chains that had for so long constrained them on a collision course with total destruction.

This chance connection with a hidden ability all Olomnri inherently possessed saved them all. The instinctive telepathic ability she was tapping into was one that in the future they would all use as naturally as walking or breathing but in this moment her mind song penetrate their minds so completely because no one knew how to protect from it, no one knew they had it in them to speak to one another through this extrasensory perception. This first experience of telepathy, this song of peace, forgiveness and love filled the thoughts of every living soul left on their smoldering planet and the shift began.

Solders, commanders and leaders of entire regions stopped in mid motion and mid-sentence, some of them on the verge of turning a key that would have left no life on their planet. The song released them from their blinding blood filled rage. They froze as the song of peace and calm trickled through their subconscious. It washed away the hate and fear that had driven them to insanity. It took mere moments for the vortex of destruction to halt. Tears flowed from the eyes of many as they looked upon their fellow Olomnri across fields of destruction where layers of body’s torn limb from limb carpeted the ground because of the until now ceaseless battle that had been waged on those hopeless fields. Needles battle they collectively realized as the song caused so many to drop to their knees, heads in their hands with the realization of whom and what they had been up until now. For the first time an understanding, the truth of the evil that had caused so much slaughter, pain and suffering was shared by all. Some stood disbelieving covered in the gore amidst piles of bodies, stock-still as they saw clearly the brutality and senseless carnage that had for so long been their sole purpose to create.

After the wars had ended the shift had taken firm hold of the now unified Olomnri people she became known as Lighna but was never found. The mind song lasted for three and a half days before her voice in their minds drifted into silence and the cleanup began. Most believed that she had sung her song of calm and insight as she died from a terrible wound and they were not far from the truth. Her body died in the rubble after the first day, pinned to the ground, short of breath and filled with the pain but her mind stayed, not aware that her body had stopped, something in her consciousness had told her that she had to keep the song alive and so she maintained it, clinging to the lifeless body she had once known as her own while letting the story of life pour from her soul. Her song of how they had to hold themselves in a state of peace and work to release the painful energy locked in their minds from millennia’s of war held every one in place as they listened for the three and a half days. She repeated over and over every detail on how her people would have to use the memories of how insanity had nearly ended them. The story that seemed to come from a place in her mind that she had never known flowed from her in a continues rhythm laying out every step they needed to take spiritually and mentally in order to achieve the true potential and greatness hidden inside all of them. She kept it alive until finally the feeling that she could go came and so somehow knowing she released her hold on the physical plane moving fully conscious into the spiritual realm the first of the Olomnri to ever do so. She knew nothing of the fact that the song she had used to deal with her suffering had ushered her people into a new and brighter future and not knowing that she had transcended from one existence to the next she traveled the stars in peace for eternity.

A state of tranquility became the new reality where knowledge and life was held as the highest of status. In honor of the voice that had saved them they renamed there single home world Lighna. It took three generations before the technology was available to leave Lighna which was still crippled but slowly healing from the scars left by the wars. From the moment of the shift all who had survived spent their time nurturing the inherent brilliance of their people. As a whole they worked to flourish and rise from the ashes of destruction piled high after ten thousand years of never ending battle.

An age of insightful reflection and ingenious discoveries arose and soon they discovered how to extend their life spans to multiple centuries and from there multiple millennia. Olomnrions became incapable of hostility or irrationality. Their civilization spread like wild fire, leaping from star system to star system filling their spiral galaxy Chronlion with their people. Billions of planets were terraformed and populated as they continuously cultivated and expanded the knowledge that had been locked away behind the gates of fear and hate for as long as they could remember. And so, from the start of the shift for more than a million years they spread through their galaxy, terraforming and multiplying their numbers from hundreds of billions to trillions completely unthreatened and safe in their perfect Utopian galactic civilization.

The feeling of utter safety and peace ended as suddenly as it had begun what now felt like an endless age long ago. Emerging from the dark reaches they came, a fleet of destroyers from beyond the chronlion galaxy space. An armada of moon sized ships that had so unexpectedly discovered their Eden, hidden amongst the swirls of stars for so long.

At once it was evident that this new unimaginably large fleet of ships was a threat with battle technology far superior to anything the Olomnri could produce. They had forgotten how to fight with a ruthless abandon after putting that way of life behind them when the shift had saved them from destroying themselves. Because of their complete state of peace they had lost the need for developing advanced weapons systems and battle tactics never considering it a problem after populating an entire galaxy and not finding any signs of another hostile race.

Their arrival had been sudden, ruthless and without warning, a locust cloud of enormous ships all suddenly appearing in the inner zone of a small solar system on the outskirts of the Chronlion galaxy. Images of the enormous ships varying in their geometric shapes were broadcast across the stars to all planets in chronlia. Pictures and video from the inhabitance in the besieged solar system showed the glossy black swarm of ships floating in space like small moons in their skies casting an ominous shadow of what was to come. Some resembled that of huge shelled insects with long legs and pincers while others where just spheres, towers, pyramids and cubes.

The hostility this armada intended was made apparent as every ship that fled towards jump points away from the besieged planets were incinerated as soon as they started moving. The enemy took their time, drifting to locations around all of the planets in the system. When they had taken up their assumed positions around the doomed home worlds they sat in the sky for what felt like an eternity, waiting for no one knew what until without any kind of warning it started.

Fire rained down from the skies as trillions of Olomnri watched live from across the entire galaxy. They viewed the real time video feeds from satellites still left un touched by the invaders. Every broadcaster had a feed and every station displayed the news casts and footage of the destruction that was raining down on the planets from above. The video feeds lasted only a short time though before the real time communication satellites in the system where destroyed. At that point only thoughts could be felt and heard by those who were telepathically connected with the few Olomnri left on the planets still able to communicate. Their connections lasted only brief moments after the video was cut though, leaving the last thoughts lingering in the minds of those who had heard them. Thoughts describing how their entire planet was being ripped apart and of how there was no hope, no hope, despair, fear, panic and then there was nothing. All of the minds living on the worlds in that star system went silent; a silence that held every Olomnri in the Chronlion spiral frozen in disbelief for a considerable length of time after they had witnessed the destruction of entire worlds. They were filled with shock, disbelief and confusion. After the video and mental connections had been severed they were left only with the images that had been captured, lingering, still framed and repeating on every video screen, on every world, everywhere.

Slowly the mental silence was broken. It started with a trickle of saddened harts expressing their remorse before opening into a tumult of emotion and confusion that permeated the mindscape of these peaceful and Zen like beings. Shock and fear spread across the galaxy as Olomnri who had been telepathically connected to those trapped on the doomed worlds shared the last thoughts with their friends and family members. The fear was amplified when it was identified that the star system under attack had completely disappeared from the galaxy star map that every home world had displayed in their city centers. Even the star had disappeared from the map displays. There was only one possible way this could happen nearly everyone knew. For the star to have been removed from the maps data base it would have to no longer exist. That star system, moments ago under siege and only a day before existing in peace had in less than a full cycle of galactic standard time been erased completely. Every trace of the solar system had disappeared. Some hoped for the best thinking that the subatomic sensors that kept track of every star in the galaxy continuously updating the map in real time were simply out of whack, but the truth could be felt by everyone. Deep down the feeling was in their hearts and they knew what had happened, whoever they were had completely wiped that star system out of existence and no one knew where they would strike next. 

The fear grew as the thought of where the enemy would appear next percolated the subconscious highway of thought they were all tapped into. It took no time for the fear of who would be next to became a viral idea jumping between individual minds until it had reached nearly everyone. There was no sign of where those huge enemy ships were, if they had left the destroyed star or where they would appear next, no one knew and every one waited, wondering, speculating and dreading the possibility that it would be their system falling victim, caught under the destructive gaze of this unstoppable swarm next.

Three cycles passed before another system sent out the alarm, ready this time all of the news and video broadcasters put out a distress call streaming images just as before but this time they had been watching the sky and captured the sudden blasts of light as each of the hundreds of ships jumped into the systems space. It was immediately noticed by the broadcasters that it appeared to them the armada had grown in number from their last encounter. Tendrils of plasma lashed out from the dark glossy ships destroying the defense installations that had been stationed to protect these planets from dangerous space rocks that threatened the systems home worlds quite regularly. The meager defenses proved of no concern to the ships of the armada, some of the huge ships taking direct hits with no evidence of any kind of damage revealing that there energy weapons meant for pushing asteroids off course had no effect. Then as if the enemy had learned the Olomnri were watching they destroyed all of the real time satellites immediately cutting off the live feeds that would have otherwise shown the attacking fleets hovering in the skies of this doomed systems worlds. Only the links between the minds of those who knew Olomnri on the worlds in the system were able to communicate with one another until as suddenly and as brutally as before their connections were severed and all went silent.

The dark threat, unknown as to who or what they were, slowly cast a shadow of death and destruction over the far outer reaches of Chronlion. They moved from star system to star system leaving only clouds of lifeless dust, particles of the resources discarded by these planet eaters. It had become apparent that they were sucking the mass right out of the stars in the systems leaving tiny remnants of suns no longer with enough output to be recognized as stars in the galaxy map data bases. Unsure of their enemy’s true face or reasons for hostility the Olomnri assigned this swarm of destruction a name they had given to the most evil of destroyers from long ago. They called them, “Sethrey”, the gods of death.

Timiat.
The pillars in the hall shook as fire and thundering energy crashed down from the sky. Rippling waves of crackling plasma rolled across the landscape. Buildings toppled filling the air with shattered glass, chunks of concrete and clouds of dust. As far as the eye could see the ground shook, fire and smoke billowed up from the destruction. Plasma shrieked through the air, ripping sections of the planet apart, hurtling mountain sized chunks of smoldering, disintegrating earth into space.

On the Horizon Timiat could see flashes, tendrils of flame lashing and arching down to the planet's surface from beyond the sky. They were up there he knew, he had seen the videos from the other planets that had all ended in the same fate. Death was getting closer he thought. He looked up into the sky cursing the attacking ships that orbited his planet, those enormous ships flashing randomly, each sending tongues of scorching plasma to the surface. Hundreds of them incinerating everything they targeted, there was no where he could hide he knew, nothing he could do but prepare for the end.

Timiats planet, a lush water world located in the outer reaches of the Chronlion galaxy was under attack. These past hundred solar cycles had made apparent to the entire Olomnri people, everything had changed. Whole solar systems of civilized, cultured planets were now wiped away; leaving no doubt that there was in fact once again a real threat to their entire existence. 

He questioned how it could be that no one had any idea of who they were and why they were so hell bent on destroying and killing his people and destroying their planets but like everyone else he did not have the answers. His people throughout their home worlds had felt billions of souls winking out of existence as the gods of death, the destroyers, the Sethrey as they were now referred to made their way across the out-skirting solar systems of their so peaceful galaxy.

On Timiats planet three moons and the large purple world where huge mining operations had been active for hundreds of years would normally have filed the night sky. This season was the time for festivals, gatherings, warm humid nights and the long hot days of summer. People spent their time at ease, relaxing, celebrating and taking in the climax of the warm summer season. Each night the aligning nearby planets and moons crested the horizon drifting across the sky, huge and colorful. Normally it was more beautiful than words could describe as the two suns of this solar system illuminated brilliantly the array of moons and planets each night. Today though, it was not as it should be. In the sky half visible through the smoke fire and debris choking the air he could see the remnants of shattered planets and among them huge glossy black ships raining death down on the people who lived there just as they were doing here on his planet.

Timiat stood on his balcony watching and listening as buildings off in the distance fractured crashing to the ground. He had stood there for what had seemed this day an entire life time as the destruction of his world first came into view. After watching the huge mining planet shatter, spilling lava and debris out into space as it lost all gravity before being atomized, he knew for certain that this day would be the end of this life for him. The wave of destruction on the surface of his planet swept closer without pause, closer and closer over the lands that had once been so plentiful towards where he patiently waited, standing on his balcony watching it approach. He kept himself in a state of complete calm, waiting for what he knew was inevitable and impossible to prevent. He had felt it, a constant outcry from the minds of his people as millions of Olomnri died, passing from the physical plain, ascending to the spiritual strata of existence as they had always done since the great shift long ago. Or so he had assumed would be the case for all those dyeing this day. Of course they were all safely passing into the sentient plain he thought. Again, Boom!! Like thunder from an impossibly evil storm, an arch of plasma rushed down from the sky, the sound wave from it shattering any and all structures left standing in that area of the city at that was at least one hundred kilometers from where his building still stood here on the top of a hill overlooking it all. It ripped into the ground to close this time he thought. Fire slashed the air screaming its destructive joy. He was bracing himself, white knuckles gripping the railing, shaking, barely containing a furry that could well up and consume him for what was happening to his beloved planet and its people if he did not maintain control. He stood stalk still, watching as huge boulders and clouds of dirt lifted into the sky. Each plasma impact slashing open huge canyons tearing apart the planet’s crust, it was as though all gravity was lost where the plasma ripped earth into the sky. He looked out over his city as it was consumed in flames. Once a utopia of tall slender buildings made from white stone, buildings that had stood near on ten thousand years were now being reduced to a landscape of rubble, smoke and fire. Worst of all was the shear amount of death. It could be felt thick in the spiritual landscape as each and every life was being incinerated. Not a soul lived where the shock waves hit, all were consumed. A shattering impact just off the coastline caused the sea to ignite. It rose up in columns of fire reaching towards the sky, the wall of steam and fire were heading for the coast. Up the coastline, closer to where he stood he watched another tongue of plasma touch down, hurling chunks of earth as large as buildings strait up into the air. The wall of flaming water spread fast an unstoppable curtain of death and destruction falling upon the mainland, wider and wider it grew, closer and closer it came, expanding, fork lightning lashing out from its sides, it was as if the air itself was igniting, ionization he thought. Tears dropped from his eyes as he watched flames wrapping around the chunks of his planet as they fell away splitting apart and drifting into space.

He was unaware of the tears streaming down his face. He knew he would need to be at peace as his end fast approached in order to transcend into the spiritual plane in a state of full consciousness. He stood on his stone patio, arms outstretched, his hands on the rail, the thick acrid heat washing his face. Standing in body and reaching in mind he awaited the end to this long yet shorter then wished for cycle of life. The ground shook. Pain and suffering could be herd and felt all around as soul after sentient being transitioned from the physical universe, their physical bodies floating in the air nothing but ash. This cycle of time would mark yet another world in the merciless campaign of destruction being waged on his people.
It was obvious to him now that this destroyer race was concerned not for life but only the raw materials they could forage from the atomized planets. He was sickened as he thought of how they mercilessly decimated whole worlds only to collect the minerals and resources before moving on to the next unlucky star system. He knew that his people had continuously tried to make contact with the attacking armada but there had never been a reply. They were sweeping all resistance aside, taking no damage, totally unimpeded and multiplying.

With his mind he reached out using all of his inner strength and awareness to his family and loved ones. Farina his fifth born daughter who had left their home world years ago came to his mind. She had gone to pursue scientific research in pulse matter disruption on a planet renowned for its scientific schools of higher learning. All of his family had long since headed to the stars. She felt him, and he her, a sentient mind to mind connection spanning countless light years of space. He knew as did she that her and the rest of their family would be safe for long after today. He could also feel that she knew he was about to die. Suddenly a flood of emotion swept over him. He felt all of his children, friends and lastly with a great wave of strength his wife who was off world visiting her mother millions of light years away. They were all there, in each other’s minds, a cloud of sentient consciousness, sharing thoughts, words and emotions. Confusion and fear were at the fore front as they all expressed their initial reaction to the situation at hand. He reassured them that they would re unite in the next life as it had always been or the one after that. His feelings to them where of tranquility and calm, he felt them fight to hold onto the knowledge that he would ascend this day from the physical plain and return in mind as a new birth taking a new body on a new world. He would carry all of his knowledge with him and continue the cycle of the Olomnri. His family would all live for the time being on far off planets and moons, living for many turns of their stars. Then a silence held them and they all had the same thought together, this unstoppable evil, the Sethrey armada would reach their home worlds in time they all thought together, maybe they were all doomed to the same fate! What if this evil scourge could not be stopped! Fear swept through the connection, he could feel their panic as their link filled with turbulent emotion. He calmly issued a farewell and disconnected his mind from the group, returning to the present where in front of him there was nothing but fire and destruction.

He had to fight with all of his inner strength to hold onto his wavering state of flittering calm. With the end approaching he began deeply searching his emotions and analytical thoughts, preparing himself for what was to come. He accepted that he and the rest of the Olomnri on this home world would perish. Nothing was going to change their fate. An observation came to his mind; it was strange he thought how the Sethrey had destroyed the matter transmitting stations on the outskirts of the solar system preventing the escape of any living Olomnri in the very first moments of their arrival. They had knowingly trapping everyone and everything in the system destroying every means of escape before sitting back and organizing their strike. Then they had destroyed a few of the planets allowing those on the more populated worlds to watch the entire mass of each planet under attack get pulled and devoured by the enormous ships. Following the destruction of those moons and planets they had taking up positions around the last few planets in the system and waited as if feeding on the panic that had spread like wild fire throughout the populations before commencing their murderous destruction.

Reaching out with his mind once again, he projected the hope, that someone, one day, could stop this plague of death that was so inexorably creeping across his people's galaxy. He put a seed of purpose out into the universe that somehow one day an end would come to the plague of merciless death that had befallen them. Death was getting closer and fast, an even hotter current washed across his face, his tears dried instantly as everything around him engulfed in flame, vaporized!

He felt himself drift away from where his body had been. Where his physical body had stood seconds earlier was now a swirling mass of flame and melting stone. Feelings of tranquility and peace closed in all around him. The transition to fully sentient existence was always so comforting and natural to his people. Long years of training and experience in the sentient mind had prepared him for this moment, a moment he had experienced many times before. This time though was early and tragic; this cycle of life was being cut short by brutal force.

As he ascended he could feel something was very wrong. A strange imbalance felt in the plane of souls, thick and all around him. He could feel the beings just like him, transitioning from the physical plane into the sentient realm, drifting up away from the planet that was being torn apart below them. A tug in the spiritual weave pulled at his being-ness. He could feel some terrible disturbance in the ora of souls but could not place where it was coming from. Something was different, strange and unfamiliar from when he had moved between physical life cycles in the past. As the moments passed he felt more and more that something felt profoundly wrong. He could feel some sort of sharp frequency, extremely turbulent, a static energy pulsing from where the sky had enveloped his planet. It was pulling at him, ripping at his consciousness trying to take from him his calm control. He sensed the others, a cloud of souls all rising up, drifting, millions of Olomnri who moments ago had been harshly separated from the physical plane, now rising, ascending but at the same time being thrashed upon and buffeted by some vast evil in the sky. The feeling rippled through the spiritual consciousness again and again, he could sense that everyone felt the disturbance and as they rose up getting closer to where the sky had been a shrieking of souls filled each of their minds. Again, Strong, he felt the unnatural pull deep inside his conciseness and the shattering scream filled his mind, blocking him from his thoughts. High above where the sky had encircled his home world, his people in their spiritual form were being consumed, feasted upon by a huge blanket of other worldly awareness, a layer of evil surrounding his once beautiful planet. Something out there was trapping the sentient beings, devouring each and every one of them. Not only were the Sethrey taking the materials from the planets but it seemed they were also destroying and consuming the sentient life. What kind of devils could be feeding on souls he thought as the screeching once again pierced though his mind.

When Timiat was a boy of this life, he had learned from a great philosopher that in theory, a fully sentient being was not restricted by space and time but only in mind. One could not cause an effect in the physical universe unless connected but at the same time while sentient, one would not be restricted by those same atomic laws. Yet, there was still a thread of connection between the two. Not knowing but willing to believe he focused all of his energy and winked himself away from the end to his sentient existence waiting for him in the sky.

With all that he had left of his awareness, he snapped from his position relative to his now decimated home. He flung himself as far as he could reach, and farther. Out! He reached past everything he had ever known, past the concept of space itself, stretching his mind, expanding. He reached out past everything and then stopped to look back at the entire multiverse, the Universe! Every galaxy, every solar system, every quasar and black hole all now just a cluster of bright and dark glittering crystals in his mind's eye, the decimation of his home world had vanished, there was no frequency but his own and he felt safe. Letting himself be carried along he drifted on the currents of attraction until from out of no ware it came to him, a feeling of hope, unmistakably clear and without hesitation he was at once traveling towards it. Not knowing why he was doing so or where he was heading he just allowed his attention to travel, his spiritual body leaping across the universe in an instant pulled by a glimmer of hope. It pulled at him as if he was meant to go there, a small grey galaxy with a simple and unique solar system. There was just one blue planet and from it he could feel an adolescent form of sentient life. He reached out with is conscious mind and was instantly above and all around it. What a beautiful, small and remote place he thought. A place he would want to spend some time investigating. Then, everything went blank.