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Emanations
Rating: PG-13
Category: drama, action, standalone scene
Warnings: small spoilers for Live together ,Die alone
Disclaimer: all Lost characters belong to ABC and their creators J.J.
Abrams and Damon Lindelof. I derive no profit from this and no
copyright infringement is intended.
June 2000
A soft breeze blew, ruffling the trees. The sun shined bright in a
painfully blue sky. Kelvin Inman slowly made his way down a path lined
with thick vegetation. He was sweating in the yellow Tyvek suit he was
forced to wear as protection against the sickness on the island and
looked forward to getting back to Swan hatch and removing it. He
stopped and looked down as his foot made contact with something hard.
Bright metal glinted at him through a carpet of leaves and moss.
Curious, he bent down to get a better look. It was a coin of some type.
Kelvin brushed away the leaves and picked it up. Turning it over in his
gloved hand, he was surprised to see how old it was. The writing and
image were faded but still recognizable. A male figure with a crown of
some type on his head decorated the front. The back held crossed
branches of a plant he didn't recognize and writing in a strange
language. It was as large as the old American half dollar coins, and
twice as heavy. Puzzled, Kelvin put it in his backpack and continued
back to the hatch.
A.D. 130
The white robed figure hurried through the jungle. "Great Maker!
I'm going to be late." He exclaimed as he ran, his sandals slapping on
the soft earth. A single coin fell from his pocket, landing in a patch
of leaves and small fragrant flowers. It was almost time for the Great
Emanation. Not to be there when it began would be unthinkable.
Several moments later, the young man whose name was Daniel reached his
destination. A large clearing containing a black stone amphitheater.
Most of the seats were already filled with white robed people. Daniel
quickly slipped into the back row and sat down. He glanced down at the
center of the circle. A chair carved from white marble sat in the
center of a raised platform. Banks of flickering candles stood on
either side of it. A marble altar took up the rest of the space. More
candles and a large gilded book stood on its polished surface. Raising
his eyes, Daniel looked out toward the beach. He could see the towering
statue of the Great One. Red robed temple maidens were placing bunches
of flowers at it's feet. "blessed are we" Daniel thought. More of the
red robed maidens were placing flowers in front of the altar. They
bowed low, then took seats at the front of the amphitheater. The high
priest stepped onto the raised platform. He faced the people and raised
his hands, palm up. Everyone stood. No one dared speak for fear they
would miss what he was going to say. "For the light, for health, for
nature's bounty, for this haven of peace and tranquility...for these
things we are thankful...for these things we pray..." The high priest
intoned. "For these things we pray" the people answered. The high
priest raised his hands high and began to chant. The people joined him,
their voices becoming one. As Daniel chanted he could almost see the
energy that was being raised as a palpable entity. The air above the
theater seemed to shimmer and crackle. The people raised their hands,
focusing the energy above and in front of them.
In a chamber behind the altar area the man referred to by the people as
the "Great One" stood smoothing his gold and white robes. He was tall
and darkly tanned with closely cropped blonde hair. Except for the fact
that he had only four toes on each foot he looked completely human.
(there were some other physiological differences, but they weren't
visible). The Great One was a traveler from the planet Fabrizia. His
world had been destroyed when its sun went supernova. Most of his
people ascended to a higher plane of existence. He and a few others
were left to roam the galaxy. Fifty years ago he had landed on Earth.
Shortly after his arrival he came upon a group of refugees fleeing the
eruption of Mt. Vesuvius. He brought them to this place and helped them
set up a society. His knowledge, healing ability, and technology awed
the people. They began to look on his as a god. At first he was
uncomfortable with their adoration. Now he reveled in it. He smiled.
Tonight his plan would come to fruition. He would soon be with his
people again. He could sense the magnetic energy building, feel it
vibrating within him. He had chosen this island for more than its
beauty. It had a magnetic focal point as strong as his home world.
Today was the autumnal equinox. The power would be at its strongest
until the spring.
The Great One closed his eyes, feeling his energy grow as the cone of
power was raised in the theater. The time had almost come.
Out in the theater the chanting had reached a fever pitch. The air
crackled with energy and a faint blue light could be seen over the
altar area. The door behind the stage opened and the Great One stepped
out. The high priest went to his knees in front of him. The people
followed suit, chanting "Hallowed be he who is, and was, and ever will
be."
The Great One held up his hands and the people went silent. "Rejoice my
children, the time for your reward is at hand." In his right hand was a
staff of gold with a sparkling clear stone at the top. He banged the
end on the marble floor three times. The sound was surprisingly sweet
and metallic and reverberated around the theater. He began to speak in
a language none of the people recognized.
The Great One looked out at the people. Since he had brought them to
this island they had become decadent and complacent. They had no
appreciation for his gifts to them. Surprisingly he didn't regret what
he had to do. There was no other choice.
A great rumbling could be heard. The assembled people looked around
nervously. some appeared to be praying. It would do them no good.
Smiling beatifically, the Great One went to the altar. Its surface had
changed. Where once there was smooth marble now was a grid of panels,
each with strange characters carved on them. He pressed a number of
these in sequence, all the while still chanting in his native language.
The rumbling sounds increased.
In the audience, Daniel looked around with a growing sense of panic.
What was happening? This didn't seem like any kind of celebration. Near
him people were crying and praying. The amphitheater itself began to
shake. Daniel looked out toward the great statue and began to pray as
well. "Great Maker, protect and save us. I beseech you." The shaking
intensified. On the stage the candles went out. Seconds later the
holders flew backwards, landing in a pile against the wall. The ones on
the altar shortly followed suit. Someone screamed as a huge rip
developed in the painting of the Great One that decorated the back of
the altar area. Tapestries were torn from the walls and fluttered
listlessly to the ground. On the stage the Great One stood serenely,
arms outstretched. He smiled as the sky above turned a blinding white.
The screams and cries of his followers echoed in his ears. Suddenly,
the theater went silent.
Where once had been people were small piles of ashes."I'm sorry my
children. There was no other way." He thought. The magnetic force was
at its peak now. The Great One could feel it reverberating through him,
surrounding him. He felt the tether of his corporeal body loosening.
Closing his eyes, he let the energy wash over him. His body began to
glow softly, then faded completely until all that was left was a being
of pure light. He had finally ascended.
In the empty amphitheater the shaking continued unabated. Large chunks
of stone began to break off. A huge crack bisected the stage moments
before it was reduced to a pile of rubble. Seats began to fall in on
themselves and the rock walls began to crumble. On the beachhead the
statue began to break into pieces. Rifts opened in the ground
swallowing some, while others fell into the sea. This destruction
continued until all that was left standing was one sandaled foot on its
pedestal. "Finis. It is done." A voice whispered. A ball of light
appeared for a moment, then vanished. The island sat silent and empty,
all signs of the colony gone.
June 2000
In the almost 2000 years since the destruction the island had healed
itself. Rifts sealed, and plant and animal life returned. The only
reminders of the civilization that had been there before were the
single stone foot on the beach and a strange coin.
Kelvin sat at the computer in Swan hatch. He picked up the coin he had
found at looked at it. Where had it come from, and what was it doing on
the island? As he turned it over in his hand and ran his thumb over the
worn surface he swore he could feel a vibration and hear faint chanting
in a language older than time. He was pulled from his thoughts by the
alarm beeping. Sighing, Kelvin put the coin down on the desk. It was
time to enter the code again.