Anecus was trying his best interpreting the carvings he saw and the best he could surmise is a pale sun overlooking the very land he was in.
its pale glow covering the obsidian desert in all its different phases across the sky while underneath was a prosperous city showered in it rays.
The city looked to have tall buildings and sprawling farmland.
There were carvings depicting its people, tall lithe creatures with elongated faces, it almost looked like a kids drawing of a human but more refined.
'An early form of human maybe?'
There were ones in fine robes, some in plated armor with a pale sun on their breastplate. Then there were ones in simple work attire carrying their children.
The next couple of etches seemed to depict the Pale sun holding these people in kind regard… "almost affectionately."
making the days longer for their crops, brining the rains when they asked. Most notably however were the rays streaming down into their lands and coming together to form...'more people?'
"Did they not reproduce? so not humans."
After the creation of a new person there was a celebration held, it seemed to be focused on the elderly of their kind. 'I think I know where this is going.'
the celebration lasted a full twelve cycles and at the end an elder was picked, guided to an alter...and "beheaded."
Anecus was slightly started to see words next to the head. He couldn't read them but I somehow knew the meaning. " The Pale sun gives without us asking, so as faithful creation we shall follow suit and return without sadness."
As he walked to wall he could see the progress of the city, it had reached a stage of development he had never thought possible and towards the end he saw..."Pillars?"
'Ancient forms of a Pillar? Something that came from one source.' Given that there was only one depiction of this power.
It was at the grandiose of the city where words were etched. "May our people forever be protected and loved by the glow of the Pale sun. For when the day comes we must be her favorite creation."
Anecus ran his finger along the details finding himself falling into a strong intrigue with what happened to them.
In the sixth phase of the Pale sun it was just above the city while at the same time a red tide was rising from beneath causing wakes in the land. Eventually the pale sun and the red sea touched.
Whoever carved this scene must have thought this to be a vile act due to the words into the rock. "The holy union between Death and the one with the Withered maw gave birth to our Fated end, and our falsified love…"
Anecus read allowed. 'That's a little creepy.'
But there was more.
On the next caving when the two forces touched something entered the pale sun.
Then again the twelve phases continued, only this time in the final phase there was no city. There was rubble and ruin, scores of bodies prostrating themselves to the Pale sun.
"Did we lose your love, our mighty? Were we lacking our mighty Pale sun? Did you find a new creation, Pale sun?" Anecus read out the pleas of the people and their desperation to regain the love and affection of the Pale sun.
An answer to their plea was given to them by the end of the carving and it was hard to look at. Not in a gruesome sense and in a physically hurt to look at the depictions.
A meteor came down to strike the masses of people killing thousands? Millions?
Then a tall pale figure arose from the deep crater, its body long and pale with four sets of wings on its back casting a shroud over the people.
It had no face, only a smooth pearly stone for a head that had a vertical slit.
The next set of carvings was a holy genocide, the people fought back against the Pale suns messenger but failed at every attempt leaving behind generation to fall, as it went on there was less and less.
Then at the end there was only the messenger bowing to the Pale sun as if saying the lands have been cleansed for the next creation.
Anecus was scrambling now to the next carving wanting to see what happened next. "I must see what happened…" but as he turned the last corner there were no more carvings… "What!? That can't be it."
he searched and searched… only to find the small remaining evidence of the next carving "aw! There."
This time however there were only scratch marks, frantic and done with hatred making anything underneath impossible to read. The only thing that was legible along the gashes were the words.
"The cycle continues…" Anecus looked to what seemed like tally marks…only they filled the entire face of the rock to the point Anecus couldn't count them.
"Cycle, what cycle!?"
Deep in thought Anecus was forced to face his biological needs.
*Ggrrr*
"Damn, I'm gonna have to find food somehow." luckily Anecus found a piece of obsidian he could use as a weapon. Just thick enough to rest well in his hand and close to a dagger in length.
Performing a few flourishes he nods in satisfaction 'I can hunt with this...' with one last look to the mural he leaves it behind.
having walked for another unknown amount of time Anecus find miniature spire. 'looks easy enough to climb.' However before he stepped one foot onto the rock.
I heard a voice, a voice that had no business here. the sweat on the back of my neck went cold, my berthing become short. The air around me make my heart skip a beat.
"Anecus...dear?" Unknown
My breathing became panicked, the cold sweat pooled on my neck. I knew better than to answer, I knew better! But…
"Mom?"
'She should not be here! She couldn't be here!' This is a trick, something is trying to lure me in...'but its mother?'
"Anecus you look hungry…"
shaking his head and pounding his fist into his temple he warded off the confusion.
I already made the mistake by replying…'I should have just ran until I know more.' thankfully out of my daze I could feel the presence behind me, but it wasn't normal not like any other I've felt.
...Whenever I felt someone's or something's emotions the soul was not hard to see or feel moments later. strangely this time there was nothing...
I couldn't feel its soul just overwhelming malice. 'How did that make sense!?'
One had to have a soul to have emotions, right? However before Anecus to come up with an answer.
The voice came again impatient this time with a hint of something else something broken, not human. "Anecus, loOk aT youR Mother when she is speaking!"
That was the last straw, Anecus spun on the balls of his feet and bolted into a direction away from the voice weaving through pillars of obsidian in the hope of breaking line of site.