(part 1)
You can call me Joddayah.
The story I will tell you will take you to yourself. To your presence.
There were more things to be seen those days than it was ever told.
Some things came from the past and some were dwelling on them from the future.
It became more obvious every day that the chance of survival in the same forms was minimal. But it was the creator that was important, that needed to be defended. In the meantime there was another power spread in some of the Tosks. Some of them even didn't know its name. Others from the Tosks tribe called it later Rory. Rory, living in some of them became their king and god before they knew it. He changed their world but their reasoning couldn't comprehend the changes. Too many factors have accrued for hundreds and thousands of years and their cells were loosing connections with the Source, which was replaced with connection to Elders.
Cruel matter of there and then was overwhelmingly close to every one of them. In this or next dimensions, they were dreaming about upheaval, momentum to their existence and coherence. They were waiting.
Lets go back to the past to understand it. To times when the planet collapsed. I was there with them , observing from high peaks and crying at their agony. After the collapse the Time of Darkness came upon all of them. The first rays of the sun were seen more than two hundred years later . Silence became their music and its echoes were louder to their ears than any possible explosions. With their neuronal skeletons, those who survived, Tosks, could sense that more was coming. It was Time of Wars. Nothing their race had ever experienced before. It was greater and more inevitable than the 200 years of silence. But now it is gone.
-What do you think, Joddayah?
-I think one day it will happen Varsel. You'll find her in the queue for essence, or at the library. And your whole existence will tell you, she's in the queue or in the library at that particular moment and you're there too, because you were created for each other. And there's no other one to love. She's the one for you as much as you're the one for her.
-Sounds too good to me.
Varsel and I are walking through the library gardens discussing revelations, love and wars. He's my friend. During Time of Wars we were fighting together against Elders taking our freedom. NOW the wars are over and the Light finally brought peace. Varsel is in his search for love and truth. He's never loved anyone. He thought he did. But there was no music between them. He was broken and hurt from explosions during the wars. Desensitized. His body was in constant pain. He was drowning in his own mind. In images. In thoughts. In bitterness. In memories . In anger. In regrets. In hatred. In yesterday. In tomorrow. In his own mind... These were the Ghosts of the Forest. He escapes through Rory. Varsel's mother -Seleka- lost her husband when my friend was 8. It was during the wars, but before Awakening time. I know well by now she has the key to the other worlds given to her by her father on the day he died. And I know already why she's researching intergalactic languages and signs, and meanings. She will transform into darkness one day if she continues to overuse the essence. And my heart would stop at the very same second.
Tosks created the weapon no one expected could exist. Their colonies became strong and united against the reign of Amantec, first of Elders with support of toy- queen Namun born from Elders' seeds during time of silence when the planet was covered with darkness. Tosks injected the air with color and shapes. They used their own flesh to create the base for experiments. They became Elder's worst nightmare and they brought Elders army to their knees. Revengeful Amantec used the toy- queen to put a spell on Toskan warriors. Not many knew Tosks were sacrificing themselves in the name of unknown. They were still on the brink of extermination by the Elders, digging between many layers of their own dimensions. They just did not know it. They were given Rory to increase their skills. Rory soon was in many of them through the essence that was made in dark chambers just before the end of era of silence. The essence was strong and ruthless. It was injected through skin or inhaled and it was the tribe's secret weapon. It was the weapon against themselves.