The Gift Of Sight

The agent referred to as Puck smirked as he looked on at the situation with great amusement.  Like young Zed Cross, he too had been sent to Greenland, now Osiire, by his faction with the goal of finding out what was going on with the strange readings that the Order’s affiliates had been receiving from their surveillance satellites.  Unlike Zed however, Puck had a much firmer grasp on the reality of the situation.  Had this area only been guarded by Terran security forces, the infiltration of the facility would have at least been a feasible consideration, but with U.N. Peacekeepers and Oyan Military units prowling the area, the cathedral that housed the Osiire Royal Family could be considered all but impregnable.

Puck sighed lightly now as he opened a communications like with his employer, sounding his name as the link connected.  “Rayad.”

“Ah yes, David, what is the situation?” Rayad Demar now inquired.

“It seems that this area is of strong international interest, even with my abilities infiltration is all but impossible...”  He sighed lightly, though his facial expression denoted amusement more so than depression.  “Right now I’m contemplating if anything short of our most advanced R.E.D. unit could even breach the outer defences.”  He continued, causing Rayad to look somewhat annoyed.

“Are you really serious?”  Rayad scoffed with a great deal of disdain now.  “One would think that I’m trying to take over this backwater country...” His annoyance now began to show.  “These psychic Prima Donas need to be checked before their egos begin to overshadow our personal safety.”  He continued, drawing laughter from Puck now.

“That’s very... civilian of you Rayad.”  His laughter continued causing Rayad to pause before he too broke a smirk.  Puck’s laughter lightened slowly until just a faint smile remained.  “It could seem that you were having... a moment.”

“Yes, it would seem so...”  Rayad replied, somewhat sobered.  “Very well, if these oracles are a dead end then I have no need for you to be there any longer... return to Tel Aviv at once, we must begin our preparations.”

As Puck ended the communication, Rayad spun in his chair, swivelling the massive seat to face a small flashing light on his wall.  As Rayad’s attention focussed on the light, the wall separated, creating a small portal between his room and the next, allowing one of his wives to enter the room.

“Claea.”  Rayad spoke now, leaning back in his seat and looking up as the Oyan woman approached him.  “It’s been a while since you’ve even bothered to grace me with your presence... to what do I owe the pleasure of your company?”  Rayad inquired somewhat insincerely.

“There is something that I believe you should know...”  She started before pausing, causing Rayad to raise an eyebrow as he waited for her to finish.

“Well...” He prompted impatiently.

“You’ll have to come with me, there are others that you will need to meet with as well, and that meeting cannot happen here.”  She explained, sticking out her hand.  “Come with me and I will take you to our neutral meeting ground.”  Rayad scoffed now, looking down at her hands with the same look of annoyance that Puck had not too long seen.

“I supposed you couldn’t just tell me where this meeting place is?”  Rayad inquired, but Claea would not even bother with a reply.  “As I expected.”  He replied now, powering his form up to max before rising from his seat and making his way over to his wife.

Rayad watched as she turned her hand, palm up and extended it towards him, before he grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her body close to his.  The gesture startled her quite a bit, and he could tell that it made her rather uncomfortable, but she did her best not to show it. It would only take a few seconds for her to regain her composure and summon the energy needed to translocate them to their destination.

As the world now materialised around Rayad, he watched as a number of individuals came into focus before the mass of energy signatures became visible to him.  A raised eyebrow would be the only thing that betrayed his intrique as he looked around at a number of channelers that he had never even seen before, focussing in on the few that caught his attention physically or ethereally.

The first to catch his attention seemed to be some kind of holy man, Indian from the appearance of his clothes and body.  His body was frail, as was his internal ethereal channelling capacity, but Rayad could sense a strong external presence lurking over this Boss level channeler, a presence that overshadowed the power of not only the frail holy man, but just about every other channeler in the room at that time.  The next to catch his attention was a small, wiry channeler... some kind of theif from the looks of it.  Rayad sighed at the man’s cliché get-up.  The baggy pants, close-fitting shirt, even a waist band that housed his curved dagger.  Truthfully, there was little about that man that caught his eye, but instead the strange artefact that he clutched so tightly in his right hand.  The artefact itself gave off an incredible energy spike, creating ripples through the ether stream that thrw just about everything within the small area out of whack.  The last to catch his eye was not a particularly strong channeler, nor did she possess any intriguing trinkets.  This woman did not appeal to Rayad’s ambitions or his scientific curiosity, his interest in her was far more primal and her attired only seemed to feed his curiosity.  The woman’s smooth dark skin was enticing enough, but when couple with her figure, Rayad’s interest just grew.  The cloak that covered her face only added to the mystery of this woman, this woman that caught his attention so.

“What are we waiting for anyway?”  The young thief inquired now, looking to Claea then to the woman in the cloak, only to sense a massive energy signature spike in the room.  As the energy coalesced into a single point, a pale man with long blue hair materialised.

“Cornus, you’re here.”  The woman’s voice sounded, causing Rayad to raise an eyebrow at its familiarity, watching as the woman removed the cloak and began to speak.  “Well than, I guess we can begin.”  She sounded, causing Rayad to smirk.

“Where’s your husband Naomi?”  He interjected now.

“Maximillian was unable to attend, he is otherwise engaged...” She started before Cornus cut in.

“But he sent me in his stead, now can we continue with the purpose of this meeting?”  Cornus interject bluntly, drawing a glare from Rayad before he turned his attention back to Naomi and gestured for her to continue.

“Speak...”

“Thank you Rayad.”  She started politely.  “Most of you already know me from our interactions personally or psychically, and therefore I shouldn’t have to go into unnecessary explainations.”  She started, drawing nodded from most present, including Claea, much to Rayad’s surprise.  “In recent times, my premonitions have been becoming more frequent, but also increasingly inaccurate.  Many of you with the gift of sight already know of this problem, as it seems to be a trend across the board.  Those of you, the ones who are more scholarly, may have also noticed a definite shift in the pattern of the probability fields of magic... a reality that only serves to further compromise the accuracy of our premonitions.”  She explained, much to Rayad’s intrigue.  “Nevertheless, for the last three nights, I have had the same dream and I am certain, without the shadow of a doubt that this premonition is not simply probably, but absolutely inevitable.”  Naomi explained, causing loud murmurs amoung those present now.

“Wait a minute, you yourself said that your half baked predictions are getting less accurate, and then in the same breath you’re telling us that this one is right?”  The man inquired.  “Bullshit!”

“Quiet you!”  The holy man replied.  “I have heard her premonition, and it coincides with my calculatioins.”

“Well then Naomi, share your prediction.”  Claea now prompted.

“It has become increasingly obvious that there is something amidst.  Military activity has fallen to a mere quarter of that which it used to be, the factions have ceased their squabbling and pulled back to fortify their main strongholds, even my husband and his allies have turned their attentions from those things which they were previously focused on.”  Naomi explained, causing Cornus and Rayad to look to each other silently.  “As such, it cannot be denied that something is going on.”  She paused.  “I believe I know what that something is.”

“Cut to the chase lady, time is money.”  The theif interjected once more, drawing glares from the psychics present.

“Our world and Oya have been in the process of fusion for a millennium, and during that millennium, there have been entities and energies trapped in the space between Terra and Oya.   These entities are beginning to break free as the two realms move closer together.”  Naomi explained, drawing Rayad’s attention in particular back to the so-called Wolrd Tree in Brazil.  “The introduction of these things has disrupted the already shifting balance, and accelerated the rate at which our two worlds are colliding... Within three days, Terra and Oya will be no more, and we will all be standing in a single unified Gaia.”

“Uh huh...”  The theif’s words were the first to be uttered, denoting the sceptical stance that he had taken when his presence was first requested at the meeting.  His words, as expected, brought great protest as the meeting now erupted into a forum of logical debates and emotional outbursts and the small gathering attempted to make sense of Naomi’s vision and plan for the future.

“Rayad.”  Claea’s voice snapped Rayad’s attention away from the chaotic crowd now.  “I brought you here for a reason.  I don’t care what you do with your army, and I do care about your ambitions, but you have put my son through enough.”  She stated firmly.  “You chose military life for him, and it is a life that he has accepted.  You will choose to leave him out of this conflict, or Crystales will see that your army is reduced to rubble.”

“A threat?”  Rayad laughed loudly now.  “You’ve matured quite a bit since I first save you from that rift between our worlds... it wasn’t that long ago that your adored me, and now you threaten me like I’m nothing.”  Rayad smirked.  “Where does the time go...”

“You mean more to me than I do to you Rayad, but... Jayce means more to me than even you do.  My threat still stands, if your orders endanger the life of our son, they will be the last orders that you ever give him, and they will be the first of the last orders that you ever give anyone ever again.”  With these worlds, she rested her hands on Rayad’s chest and teleported him back to Tel Aviv.

Rayad would smirk as his office materialised around him now, summoning his Communications Link and opening a connection with Puck.

“Ah David, a slight change of plans... fortifying Tel Aviv won’t be necessary... have Tiana, Rule and Jayce return to Isreal and assemble as many R.E.D units as you can... you have two days.”  Puck just smiled at the interesting request, not even bothering to question it.

“Very well Rayad, very well.”