Chapter 3: Magi

    �Gorn, how many are dead?�
    �Almost all of them Kai. The Hilians were all killed, or so we think, and we are now locked out of our own  command room.�
    �How many do we have left?�
    �52.� Kai sucked her breath in and grimaced.
    �Fuck! Do we still have our engineers?�
    �Yes ma�am, we still have our engineers, but almost all of the equipment is broken.�
    � I don�t care. Do whatever you need to do to get that damn door down. And hurry!�
    �Yes ma�am.� With a salute, Kai�s best friend ran the hallway to find some working blowtorches.
    �Ugghhh�� The Hilian she had kneed earlier started to moan and writhe in agony. A look of pain flashed across his face, and He started to crawl a little bit.
    �Shut up.� Kai gave him a swift kick in the side of the head, and he fell unconscious again.
It had been a long and hard fight, the Hilians losing again, and Kai was tired. She had used up most of her energy magicking them to death, and didn�t have enough energy left to knock down the door.
She walked back to her room and lay down. Things were not going the way she had planned. She picked up the diary and began to write.



37th of Desert�s Wish, 5A34W1



         The attack has left us shaken, and I don�t know how much longer we can stay alive here. I have heard tell of a rebellion within the rebellion, and although it is good news for us, it means that more people will die. All this makes me sad, but I guess it can�t be helped.
         At least we didn�t lose many men; I only have about sixty or so left. If I�m lucky, we can ally ourselves to one branch of the rebellion, and then smash the other side. The rebellion is over, but the coalition doesn�t know that, and I can�t tell them because I can�t leave.
         Whatever is dampening the science seems to be weakening because our lights now work again, and we can store food. Our engines haven�t come back online, but when they do we�re out of here.
         I don�t know what to do now, but at least it doesn�t matter. Whatever I do, the tides of the rebellion within the rebellion will settle this war, not me. I don�t know why they chose me, but it is not good.
         I must leave, I�ll write more later.


    Kai looked up from her journal, dark rings now easily seen around her eyes. Her thoughts traveled from the war and soon were focused on a book she had read while visiting the planet Earth. Never before had she read anything that touched her more profoundly, nor had she ever remembered a book for so long after she had read it. This book was an old piece of literature known as Julius Caesar.
    �Men are at some time master of their fates.� She quoted one line she remembered, especially since the terrible landing in Flingeis. �If only we were masters of our fates.�
    She was interrupted suddenly by Gorn, who threw the door open, almost slamming Kai in the face. She stumbled back to avoid being attacked by the door, and fell down on her bed. �Don�t you ever knock?�
    �Not when we have major problems. I hope you have enough energy left to magick down the Hilians that were hiding in the bridge. All of our engineers are now dead, along with a fair number of troops.�
    �How many total?�
    �About thirty dead.�
    �Thirty. We only have around 20 left now. If we ever get off this god-forsaken rock, we are home free.�
    �But what if we can�t get off of this planet.�
    �Then we�re screwed.� Out loud, �Then we�ll join with part of the rebellion.�
    �Whatever, just come on.� Gorn ran down the hallway without stopping to look back. Kai grabbed the grij then followed Gorn.


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    The dark man walked into his Delta class shuttle and left the planet in which the tower was located. He threw his cloak on the sofa behind him and teleported to the bridge of his vessel.
    As he took off, his mask of unfeeling flew off, and rage shone across his face. �Damn you Tranroch! Damn you to fucking hell! You have no right to move the artifact from underneath my nose!� He whirled around just in time to se the door to his room open, and a servant walk through. �What the hell do you want!�
    �Sir Sel,-�
    �I told you never to use my name when addressing me. How long will it take you to learn?�
    �But sir S- I mean sir, we have found where the artifact you seek is located.� The servant shivered, even though the temperature was quite warm. �We tracked the traces of it�s magic to a planet known as Flingeis.�
    �Flingeis?�
    �Yes. A little out of the way place that should have no reason to have it, but I have heard rumor that they call it the god�s finger, and that it is a sign of freedom for them.�
    �I see�� All at once the angry look was replaced by something that came closest to appearing as joy. But if it was joy, there was an immeasurable amount of hatred in it. �Then set a course for this, Flingeis. When we get there, the universe shall be mine.�
    �Yes sir Sel.� Sel quickly backhanded the man and he went flying into the wall. �I thought I told you to never say my name!�
    The servant ran out of the room, knocking over a table in his haste to flee from Sel, shedding tears of pain as he ran.
    �You see Tranroch, you cannot keep from me that which I want. Sel cackled gleefully for a very long time.


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    The doors to the tower opened a second time, and light flooded to room. A man walked into the room, wearing nothing but a pair of baggy, bright blue pants, and sat down. The light from the doorway washed across his face as if reluctant to even be there, and his shadow was absolutely pitch black with no light what so ever.
    He looked around the room slowly, his eyes darting back and forth, then obviously found what he wanted and stood up. He crossed the room, not so much walking a floating, and picked up a book off of a shelf. He flipped through the pages until he found on page marked only by one word: Kundamus, or prophecy of evil. He turned the page and started reading.




The dark one stirs
His prison broken,
To break the worlds
And kill the Rhokan.

Another shall come
Who stands in his way.
But who shall lose
And who shall stay?

There is one more,
Of much importance,
Who saves the light
and darkness too.
And that�s the one
of most importance,
For she shall win
and we will lose.


    The man looked up from the book, his eyes seeming to shine in the dim light that filtered into the room. The book slammed shut on it's own, and he stormed out of the tower, leaving the door open for anyone to enter.

    Inside, a torch flared to life, and light illuminated the top of the tower. A single being, of the race once known as Magi, appeared from out of nowhere and looked around. No feature was visible, as it wore red cloaks around every part of its body. A smooth voice came inside the darkness that must have been its face, �The tower is still uninhabited. Come my brethren, we shall retake what was once rightfully ours.