After many false dawns an the unexpected deviousness of those opposed to membership of the Galactic Council, it was now time for the final phase of Earth's evolution. Everything was in place, and the cosmic forces seemed unstoppable, apart that was from the renegade Reptilians who had other ideas!
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After many false dawns and the unexpected deviousness of those opposed to membership of the Galactic Council, it was now time for the final phase of Earth's evolution. Everything was in place, and the cosmic forces seemed unstoppable, apart that was from the renegade Reptilians who had other ideas!
The first strands of sunlight skated across the layers of mist which covered a distant world, hundreds of light years away from the Earth. Way out there in what was known as the Seven Sister’s Constellation, sat a planet circling a distant sun referred to as Taygeta. No more than the faintest of twinkles in the night’s sky, it now held the key to the very survival of the human race.
Orbiting this very distant sun was the legendary planet Erra, capital of the Pleiadian Empire. Now, no more than a myth, it awoke to another day, as the frozen vapour clouds billowed across the flat terrene brushing up against the rock formation which held the royal palace.
Sitting high above, the towering spires cast a long shadow down over the crystal like formations that sparkled in the first flickers of the new day, catching the massive carving of the great king’s face which looked down over the kingdom.
With the reclusive queen still in mourning and the Great kings only son and air to the vast kingdom lost amongst his people, the royal throne lay vacant, as it had done for what seemed like an eternity. Governance had therefore been handed over to the Great king’s advisors who had been struggling to administer the kingdom.
The Chancellor, who had been given overall responsibility paced up and down staring out towards the great kings face. He was a deeply worried man, as the other delegates were due later that morning, and he knew that before the day was out, a decision had to be made. One way or another, things had to be sorted out, as news of a massive reptilian armada was on its way. He knew more than most that the kingdom stood little chance being so heavily outnumbered as most of the fleet were far away in the Terran sector.
Things looked grim, as he continued to stare out of the window. The great king had presided over the Empire for many years and had led his people well. A massive man, who was twice the size and four times the strength of most other men, and yet blessed with true compassion. For much of his reign he had managed to outwit his opponents and keep the reptilian threat at bay. He had even managed to persuade many of them to join the Galactic Council, and part of his legacy was a string of peace treaties. These however, seemed meaningless, as some of his former allies had joined forces with the various rebel groups who had seized their opportunity to strike.
The Chancellor and all of the Great king’s people yearned for the day when the new king would return to lead them as his father had done so well. However, there had been no trace of him and the Chancellor knew that if this calamity was to be avoided then now was his time of destiny.
The Chancellor turned round to see his foreign minister standing there looking up at him through very worried eyes.
“I’m afraid that the news is not good!”
The Chancellor sighed.
“I’ve managed to contact all of our allies, but most of them are too far away to get here in time, however they have dispatched what forces they have, but I’m afraid that they won’t be able to save us!”
The Chancellor sighed again. He realised that the kingdom was about to fall, and that even if everyone available did come to arms, then without their leader there was little if any stomach for a fight.
He turned back towards the window, walking across the elaborate marble floor until he got to the stone windowsill. The pains of leaded glass parted as he released the window catch, as a gust of cold air rushed past him.
“Oh Great king please give us a sign!”
The Chancellor desperately sought inspiration ahead of what would probably be the last ever meeting of the caretaker government.
There was no real religion within the empire, only a belief in unity and equality which had sustained everyone for as long as could be remembered. Not so much in prayer, but more in faith he closed his eyes opening his mind.
For the first time since the loss of the Great king he felt at peace, as the refreshing crystal clean air wrapped him in its protective blanket. Breathing in its purity, he felt its magical qualities tingling against his skin, as he stood there emptying his mind. In a sort of deep meditation, he sought the answer to his prayers. Somehow, someway he knew that the Great king would not let them down.
The Chancellor nearly jumped out of his skin as the unexpected voice startled him. The Chancellor opened his eyes, as the first of the delegates arrived in the throne room.
It was a Governor of one of the provinces, who had a very dejected look on his face.
“I’m afraid that I have been unable to raise much of an army, and the ones who I have been able to recruit just don’t seem have any heart for a battle!”
The Chancellor shrugged his shoulders.
“An all too familiar story!”
Both men looked really glum. Never before had the kingdom been in such a state of malaise.
“I know it might sound a little desperate, but I was just seeking inspiration from the rock carving.”
The Governor raised an eyebrow.
“But alas, I have nothing!”
The Governor lowered his eyebrow again.
“I know the feeling, my wife gave me this butterfly to pin on my lapel – she said that it would bring me luck!”
The Chancellor looked down as the man pulled the little broach off and handed it to him.
The Governor looked a little perplexed.
“From a chrysalis the mighty empire blossomed, flying with its beauty across the heavens, and now it just lies still, as if frozen in time!”
Both men stared at the butterfly which rested on the Chancellor’s outstretched palm, as a sudden gust of wind blew in through the open window, lifting it into the air. They watched, as it seemed to flutter for a few seconds before landing on the royal throne.
They looked at each other in amazement. It was definitely some sort of a sign, but what did it mean?
The Chancellor bent down to pick the butterfly up, but as his hand hovered over the delicate wings he changed his mind.
“You know it looks so peaceful lying there, that it almost looks asleep!”
The governor sighed thinking of his wife. She was a lovely kind hearted lady, and he remembered her wearing the broach when she was telling bedtime stories to their three children. There was one in particular, and if he were to be honest, then he probably enjoyed hearing it more than their children.
“Yes, I suppose it does, just like the Priestess who sleeps with butterflies!”
There was a moment’s silence.
“What did you say?”
The Governor’s face flushed as he realised that he had been thinking out loud.
“Well, I was just…”
The Chancellor suddenly leapt into the air remembering an ancient Pleiadian myth.
“That’s it, that’s it – the Priestess!”