A Game of Gods: The End is Only the Beginning (The Anunnaki Chronicles Book 1) (10 page)

28

Sri Ganganagar, Rajasthan

At first everything was normal, the beautiful dunes of sand draped the stone structure underneath like a saree around a woman’s bosom. Couple of palms stood firmly on the sand against the marginally blowing desert wind. From the cracked trunk of the palms, it seemed as if they had been protesting strongly for decades against the atrocities of the desert, if not centuries. Then there was a flash of white light, accompanied by a thumping sound. The supersonic eruption spat out two creatures; a winged cat and gagged man of significantly tall stature. The cat landed softly on all fours, few feet from the palm while the man crashed on the land with his heel over head.

‘What was that?’ the man asked between coughs.

‘I told you to hold on, but you could not do that. Why did you let go?’ Kunya asked as it helped Manav get up on his feet.

‘I did, but everything around was so bright that I could not see anything but whiteness and there was this ringing sound echoing in my ears. I felt my intestines pushing upwards and so clenched my stomach with hand that is when I let go.’

‘That was the fastest way to travel from Chendi to Rajasthan.’

Rajasthan?’ Manav looked around and realized that there was nothing but sand, all around him. His mouth writhed in an element of shock, ‘Is this…?’

‘Yes, we are in the middle of the Great Indian Desert of Thar.’ Kun-Ha revealed with the pride of a cat.

‘How… How long were we there in that white portal?’

‘You mean… the Vimana? It is an instantaneous means of teleportation.’

‘Vimana is a pseudoscientific flying machine from Hindu mythology?’ Manav asked.

‘I know that you are not much of a fan of religion, particular this one. But yes, this is the very same Vimana that is studied and described primitively in Vimana Samhita.’

‘I thought it was all mythical.’

‘Well, I am glad that it is mythical for your kind. I cannot imagine the ill consequences of human race operating teleportation device like Vimana. That evil German dictator came close to creating one; before his guardian angel called back his soul.’ The angel carried a chauvinistic opinion that was prejudiced against the humankind. Manav had noticed this judgemental attitude which made him uncomfortable.

Well, now I have seen it. Are not you worried that I might spread the word… the secret out in the open?’ Manav inquired.

‘Firstly, if you do then your own people will dismiss for being insane. Secondly, a Vimana can only be invoked by an angel or a demigod. The Anunnaki were smart. They hid most of their brilliance from humankind because they foresaw the barbaric instinct of man.’ The angel abruptly stopped its commentary as if it was about to slip out something from its tongue, that was forbidden to a humankind. It immediately switched topic, ‘Look! There it is...’ Kun-Ha exclaimed and pointed its left palm towards the north.

Manav immediately sighted a ruined stone structure at a distance of hundred meters. It was an ancient temple, although the outer structure of the temple was broken into large chunks, as it was destroyed by a treacherous army of soulless invaders in the past. As the man and his guardian angel started moving towards the
Garbagriha
or the sanctum sanctorum of the temple beneath the
Vimana
, the desert wind started blowing in a harsher trend, and thick sheets of sand were uprooted from the west and propelled to the other side.

‘Just keep moving with me.’ Kun-Ha instructed Manav who was struggling against the sand grains that were hitting him on the face from the left.

‘Why can’t you carry me into the temple?’

‘Struggle… Oh Human! The path to destination is not an easy one. You chose to follow it, now use your will power to overcome all obstacles. This is just a little test of the desert. It is hardly twenty one steps from here.’

‘You know, I am starting to dislike the moral science preacher in you. I guess, I can make it if I count my steps.’

‘Whatever helps you...’

And then Manav started counting… ‘One… Two...’

29

Late at night

Outside El-Salam Hospital, Giza

A group of stoutly built men adorned in black outfits traversed their way across the road and ventured into the Hospital. A veil of black cloth covered their mouth, and a silver button, placed wickedly on the front side, held their turban together. Three of them stopped at the front entrance, and waited with their swords drawn out in defense. They hid themselves in the shadow of the night. The remaining two went inside, and walked towards the reception.

The receptionist saw the mysteriously dressed men approaching his desk; he immediately recognized them as one of the radicals who had been raiding hospitals in the region. Instinctively, he went ahead to press the emergency alarm, however, he felt something gently kissing his left ear. Something cold and metallic. He turned to look at the object and realized he was being held at gun point by one of the men who came from outside.

‘Do as we say, or we will send you to
jah’anum
.’ The man threatened. His voice was stern as a rock, and frozen as ice.

‘What do you want?’ The receptionist asked trembling.

‘Check your records. We want a divine woman.’

‘D…d…divine woman?’ The receptionist was confused.

‘Yes, the one that was born of the Gods and made for the pleasure of the Gods. We want her.’ The man stated in an ecstatic manner.

‘Please, Sirs, I do not know of such a woman.’

‘The divine one is of the rarest kind.’

‘I am unable to understand your metaphoric undertones. Please spare me.’ The receptionist started begging for his life.

‘Show us the list of in-patients. We will find out ourselves, and do not dare to speak about this with anyone, or we will send you to hell.’ The other man who was standing in front of the receptionist commanded.

The poor receptionist did as he was asked to. He opened the drawer, picked up a large sized register, and placed it on the table. The man in black rotated the register and started going through the records. After five minutes, his eyes opened wide and he looked at his friends who were waiting eagerly for a favorable outcome. The man’s face gave birth to a diabolic smile. He looked at the man who holding the gun at the receptionist and nodded. He asked the other men to follow him as he started walking towards the stairs.

Until now they were hiding in the dark, but they were there-
The
mesha
mes-en saret
.

32

The Giza Plateau

The blinding whiteness encompassed all the sides, it was as if moving through a tunnel that was painted with brightly glowing white color from the inside, and no one could ever know what is on the outside. The teleportation was instant, so before you could grasp in the gravity of the travel, you are out of it through the other end, and the sudden fall in sound only deafens the ear, giving a tinnitus like ring to the human ear. Manav had held on tightly this time to the paws of Kun-Ha. However, there was some delay; the travel was not instantaneous. Manav could feel that he was spending time inside the vacuum like whiteness. A sense of nauseating claustrophobia clouded over his mind.

‘What is it? Are we stuck here?’ He asked the angel nervously.

‘There seems to be some kind of terrestrial electromagnetic field that seems to be interfering,’ it closed its eyes and tried to focus onto something. And then it spoke, ‘Yes, just hold on tightly. This is going to be bumpy.’

Rightly as said by the angel, Manav experienced a tremor, followed by another one that had a higher magnitude.

‘Is it over?’ He asked.

‘Quite, hold on!’

And then there was the third tremor, the mighty one. Manav almost dropped down, but he could hardly make out if he had hit the floor or the roof or the sidewalls, for everything looked exactly same.

A bloody endless circular tube.

‘It should not trouble us anymore. You know dear, we must have missed almost an hour’s worth of earth time.’

‘An hour?’ Manav looked at this watch and exclaimed upon finding the reality of time, ‘My watch has not even moved a second! What is this?’

‘You know exactly, what this is. You have written about it, although you made all that up, but you see it actually exists.’

‘Time Warp? How… how in the world?’

‘Your soul might have retained some of its memories from a past life; subconsciously it must have passed on the information. You must have been a great man in some mortal life of yours.’ The guardian angel said with the pride of a martyr’s kin.

‘I feel like we have been inside this for a longer time. I am feeling dizzy now.’

‘Just hold on, humans are not ready for teleportation yet. According to the Anunnaki, the ones who have built this one, an average human male can only withstand one minute of traveling through a terrestrial portal. Your body is not equipped to withstand such high speed. Of course that one minute inside this portal is worth over 6 crore hours of Earth time that is almost 7000 years.’

‘How much time did we spend in here?’

‘Just a little under a nanosecond. That’s why your watch’s second hand has not made a move.’

‘I felt a different kind of movement in the previous portal, the one that we took from Chendi. I felt as if I was being carried up or down. In this one, I feel like being carried forward… or backwards, I am not sure of the direction, but it is lateral.’

‘You are an intelligent one, Manav. This portal is travelling along the 30
th
parallel north; this is a latitudinal path. Earlier, we had taken a longitudinal path from Chendi to Rajasthan.’

‘How long have these portals been here?’ A curious Manav asked.

‘This was invented by the second greatest civilization in the history of this planet- The Egyptians, way back before the Great War turned the 30
th
parallel into an arid desert throughout the world.’

‘Great War? Which one?’

‘There were many, between the Anunnakis, the Asuras, the Devas, the Mitras… there were many. However, history is written by the victor, therefore only the Egyptians prevailed through the test of time.’

‘I am little confused here. As far as I can remember, you said that the Anunnakis were gods? How did the Egyptians defeat them?’

‘Firstly, Anunnakis are not gods, they are an advanced civilization. God is far above the scope of the Anunnakis. Secondly, the Egyptians did not defeat Anunnakis in a war.’ The angel said.

Manav’s face showed surprise.

‘The Anunnakis were cheated by the humankind, and to this day they hold their vengeance. The human civilization ambushed the most powerful beings in our solar system, and doomed them into a dimensionless void.’ The angel paused and looked at Manav and passed a crooked smile and said, ‘if I tell you what happened to them, you will faint in here.’

‘Why? Is it so funny?’

‘They were trapped inside an extra-planetary portal.’

Manav’s heart almost punched out of its rib cage. He could not breathe after hearing that, he was already feeling claustrophobic, and now this was more consoling to his fear.

‘You chose this journey, and you will learn a lot in this journey, enough that you will feel the burden of being the sole knower of mankind’s truth. Be prepared, this is your destiny.’

And then, the whiteness completely disappeared, and the visible spectrum replaced the never ending walls with the sands of Egypt and a sun that was drenched in a thick bed of fuming dark clouds raging over him. He felt relieved, but what he saw in front of him, made him feel even smaller than before… The Pyramid of Khufu… The Great Pyramid of Giza.

30

Room 49

El-Salaam Hospital, Giza

Captain Hernandez was one of those men who cannot be perpetuated by the lure of the opposite sex, or more specifically by bodily pleasures. He had devoted his life to the sea, and it was long ago that he was married to a beautiful Spanish girl- the one with brown hair, and skin was the color of rose milk and texture like peach. He had never been in love before and never had been fascinated by a woman after the death of his wife, almost fifteen years ago. Although many women tried to get closer to the hunky man of the sea, but he could not place himself against anyone but the woman he loved, who lived no more.

However, here he was, in some rusty Gizan hospital room, looking after a woman he did not know anything about. He could simply ask one of the dock boys or sailors to take care of the issue, but he did not. He personally chose to look after her, only to land in an illegal series of events. He kept on watching her angelic face.

His phone rang. It was Hussein’s call and it was unwillingly answered by the man who was lost in fascination, ‘Hello?’ he spoke.

The voice from the other end was not clear, the line was initially cracking and then it went mute thereafter. Hernandez remembered what the doctor had said earlier, it was a cellphone restricted hospital. He pushed back the phone into his pant pocket and started towards the door. He looked back at the woman who was still lying unconscious and said gently, ‘Do not worry, I will be right back. I am not going anywhere. I wish you could hear me saying this.’

Then he closed the door and moved out to make a call to his friend and colleague, Hussein Al-Atrash. Hernandez had asked Al-Atrash to find suitable donor for the woman earlier that day.