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Iades constellation began to descend when Mao stood up in disbelief and backed away from the sleepy willow tree cautiously. Rubbing her eyes blinking them repeatedly to ensure she wasn't still under the tree's mysterious hypnosis, she began to frown. Righted anger began to fuel within her blood. Throwing her bow and arrow through the forest she starts to run with rage and fear of what her next choices should be. Crouching down by the bend of Pomoke River, Mao screams. Appearing out of the darkness as if beckoned is Thenia walking slowly towards Mao.

“What is it, Sister?” Thenia asks cautiously. Mao lifts her head gazing the river winding down the acres of marsh.

“For all that we are in this life is already written in what will be assumed as history.” She replied.

“What is his story? Who is he that you speak of?” Thenia quizzed anxiously.

“Our descendants will speak of a story that will be told over and over again masked in different characters and settings speaking of false truces, and wins. But most importantly, our sisters and protectors will be under a forgotten spell that separates us all scattered across the constellation Iades exposing our tribes to corruption and ultimate destruction and what will be the fall of the Ancient Wisdoms.” Mao covered her mouth amazed with what she finally spoke aloud. “Another dream vision, Mao?” Thenia asked. “How much longer do we have?”

Mao rose to her feet and turned to Thenia in reply, “All women will be made captive in sleep under obedience. Every continent except that of the waters.” Thenia struggled to be relieved since she was the ruler of said oceans of the Atlantic because she had developed a close kinship to each Isister of the 8 Iades continents.

Mao continued. “I have seen all the choices that I am destine to make that influence Senlou and his choices leading up to what will be called history. The greatest devastation will follow to not only women-kind but the life force of nature herself. “

The turn of the season was in the air as the constellation of Iades begin to rise. Since Mao's last dream vision she began to rethink the seen future choices and decided she would choose differently to alter what would be her destined descendants'. It had since been a long windy road of decades of change when women rulership begin to open their boundary gates to the space travelers. Some of the travelers were kind, some were indifferent but didn't initially pose any threats to the home villages and the forests. Some came from the explorations of the other continents to explore seas and lands that were already occupied and established built-out cities as well as rural villages. As the seasons came and passed the traditions of the Ancient Sages were becoming a thing of taboo. The Isisters of the land invited more travelers and different ways of customs that began to affect the balance of nature and time. Welcomed travelers and friends turned into intruders and invaders with hidden agendas that would serve to lead to the banishment extinction of the Protectors.

The Protectors were the consorts of the Isisters who warded the 8 Iades continent barriers and ensured the safe keeping of the land and the women who were the Healers and Caretakers. The invitation to explore was stripped of respect and peace and 'the separation'-belief spread like a wild fire curse that would hinder and oppress nations of generations to come. The Ancient Sages of the villages would begin to speak of what was on the horizon more profoundly and decades would pass and the people would ignore the warnings and solutions. Mao was the daughter of the 7th Isister, Merelle who was forced upon by a traveler, Senlou to bare a son who she never named because he did not survive his birth. It's been said by the Ancients that the traveler, Senlou became outraged and disgusted when he learned of the news of the deceased child.

Furthermore, Merelle rose in a divine pregnancy with Mao and lived deep in the forest. She was never found in human form again by her choice and the only proof to show of her nature existence was Mao who resumed the Isister rulership duties of her mother excluding Senlou out of what would be viewed as the chiefdom role. Mao continued the traditions of the Ancient Sages along with other village-appointed roles such as forest healer and doula. At this time, there was a settled portrayed peace between original natives and the space travelers whom had now settled across the planet Iades 8 continents.

Initially, Mao taught the explorers how to plant, hunt, and the people's ancient customs. She unknowingly made an impact throughout several of her villages while still balancing the spirit of nature in direct connection with the Watch Tower Temple Mothers. And now with her recent vision of her presumed choices that would alter the course of her lifetime and many to descend, Mao knew she had to act quickly. Repeated viruses would continue to be experimented upon the descendants of the Isistars of Iades weakening their natural given gifts of healing and mysticism. But that could all change with a slight change of influence.

Mao consciously decided to rise up to protect Iades' sister, Earth, and no longer make supposed peace treaties that would ultimately bring war with these galactic invaders, for eons to come. She sent out siren rays to alert the other Isisters across the other nations of the fated doom, urging them to prepare for battle.

Senlou went to an established Regency in the continent of Merope bypassing the customs of the Isisters and was inducted as a Parliament Leader of the 7th nation. The Merope Regency was a slow rising organization designed to over-rule all continents eventually as more and more cities were established without the input of women-kind throughout the lands. Going into alliance with this regency predicted the descendants of Isisters being up for trade which meant slavery and no longer holding rights to their inherited land. They would be forced into marriages to those of intrusion and a brutal takeover of a experimental creed.

Mao disappeared into the forest and this time it had been weeks since the villagers had heard of her whereabouts. What was certain was Senlou's life was threatened. Since his unwarranted elevation of leadership he had no way of knowing who could have wanted him dead since his enemies were growing by the day. Several attacks were made on his life which sent Senlou himself into hiding and he now had the women-folk taste his food and drink before he ingested. Senlou soon ordered his army to hunt for Mao to no avail and to his surprise a trail of their bodies led him back to all his hidden ports he thought he could never be found in. This was Mao's way of showing him she was 10 steps ahead of him of his predetermined choices.

The risen Iades Constellation showed the hunt was upon Orion and the soon legends told in Mao's honor would be one that haunts the 7th continent to this day.

Arrows of fire shot in the air in countless amounts aimed at Mao all flew passed her as she lifted up from her shape-shifted familiar. Her eyes beheld each arrow point of fire, pivoted the direction and reversed the motion backfiring the army's aim. Out of the water rose a legion of Sea Isisters of the Deep Continent. Up above air ships appeared in the amount of 30,000 when Mao saw through the chaos of war, that there will never be peace among these invaders. She looked over and witnessed Thenia in action effortlessly cutting down each attacker alchemizing a new weapon of choice with each demise.

The battle was never-ending and although more Isisters from other continents appeared with a presumed defeat of the invaders, the voice of the Watch Tower Temple Mothers urged them to retreat and take the daughters into hiding where they will never be found. These truths would later be told by appointed liars in the form of fractured time lines with over-lapped stories. But his story is that of galactic invaders made in the image of the 8 Isisters of the 1st Nations of the Iades Constellation.  

July 27, 2024 03:42

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