"drent" poems
The Covenantial Project then stepped back to work-examine
A figure rode forward on a Centaur-Raptor and asked what is our canon?
The Covenantial Project responded- You will form the Armored Trilogy.
With Dragon-Man and Drent, you Chrysatium will head the Helion Knighthood Way to make three.
Chrysatium urged, We must go now, and The Covenantial Project said, Patience is a virtue.
You must let the humans and Dahomeyians make peace with themselves, before they hurt you.
Chrysatium then questioned, so what do we do now, The Covenantial Project said we lie low.
The Legate is coming and they will be allied with us faster than any of them know.
There is a fish minion called Shark-Devil, he is minor but an inconvenient insight.
I will **** him, said Chrysatium, and The Covenantial Project said, Hush this is Dragon-Man’s fight.
Then what is my fight, Chrysatium asked, Your mission now is not to fight but to reinforce.
Because when his fight goes bad you Chrysatium will be the one to set it on the right course.
Chrysatium grumbled but went back to work on some Centaur-Raptor wings.
He wished that the Covenantial Project was not such an expert on everything.
Because battlefare was his specialty, why did the Covenantial Project know more than he did.
The Covenantial Project went back to sit down on the Podium Grid.
Chrysatium come here, and Chyrsatium ran to the Covenantial Project leader.
See this seat with a chair, Chrysatium nodded, This is for the one who is the Deciperment reader.
One by one they had died, or were destroyed in Battlefare by dark powers.
But I know for a fact there is one person out there with abilities like ours.
Can you tell me her name, Chysatium asked, and The Covenantial Project answered Lady of the Night.
Chrysatium protested, But that is impossible she does not know how to Decipherment write.
She knows more than she reveals, Chrysatium revealed with a wry smile improper.
How do you know her so well, Chrisatium demanded and the Covenantial Project said, She is my daughter.
Mar 6, 2018
Mar 6, 2018 at 6:33 PM UTC
The night was still as Message lay there trying to sleep. Next to her The Alliance Project was snoring. “I don’t know if something is trying to get into him, or out of him” she grumbled to herself. Soon she fell into the realm of sleep reserved for those who dream.
She held up both hands to see sleeves covered in Dahomeyian royal native dress. Off in the distance, she saw someone running toward her. It was her father, The Legate. He went on one knee and said, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. Essence could not come in time. I could not come in time. I don’t deserve you.” Message put her hand to her face and felt that it was full of tears. She cried out,” I forgive you Father, it was not your fault. Father, please come back. I need you.” The Legate started to fade away as he said, “Tell Essence I said thank you.” Message was left alone. She lifted up her hand and it was gone…….
Message sat up, gasping. She touched her body to make sure that she was still there, and she was. She squinted to see if her father was around, and no one else was there. She sat on the edge of the bed and pondered what that dream meant. The Alliance Project was still sleeping, but now had started snoring. Message went downstairs and a servant met her there. “Do you need anything, my dear Dahomeyian Rulership?” “No, thank you”, said Message curtly. The servant stepped back, frightened by the intensity of Message’s words. Message went to go get a glass of water from the Hydration Hookdown that was attached to their house. “Essence, Essence,”she whispered. It was a word that became a chant.
“You know what happens when you drink too much water and go to bed?” Message turned around and gave a weak smile. The Alliance Project was there. “So you woke up. Your snores even wake you up haha”, she said as they giggled together. They went back to bed and Message slept, but that thought still haunted her.
The next day, The Alliance Project went to oversee construction of a new pipeway that would provide the planet with water. Message entered the Assembly of the Many to call for a response to Mythology. Some voices murmured in the background. “We don’t even know if he is the stuff of children’s tales, how do we fight that?” Message overheard their words but did not see their faces. She stood in front of the Assembly and said,
We face a great threat that will destroy us all if we do not take action. Therefore I am asking that we arm a submarine and go and find Mythology. When we attack first we have the element of surprise. If we counter-attack, we might lose. And if we lose, there will be no more we.
Drent, the new Advocate-Counsel, nodded in approval. The Assembly of the Many cast their votes, and the Marshal Peacemonger gave the results to Drent. Drent counted them and said with a solemn voice,
“The Assembly of the Many has said no to the Mythology resolution, your Dahomeyian Rulership.”
May 23, 2018
May 23, 2018 at 1:50 PM UTC