Thread necro. Why? Because...prologue.
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Rhanna-t’Kon shook her head, her dark green hair shedding small droplets of water, the tall stalks of the chal grove towering over her. She did not mind the constant raining of the dew, of course, it was just something that the Thari were used to. She called up a memory of when the dew did not fall constantly, but these memories were some of the oldest she possessed. She disliked these memories, they were almost like remembering a different people altogether. She put them out of her mind and pushed through the faintly translucent stalk and into chaos.
The inside of the chal was spacious. Vast arrays of rope-like xylem and phloem crisscrossed the main chamber, disappearing into the darkness overhead, carrying the life-giving nutrients the chal needed for survival. These tendrils had been moved and shaped, forming several smaller chambers without damaging the plant itself. These chambers were used mainly for the Twinning and Joining ceremonies, but were also used as shelters during the frequent storms with which the All-Mother tested their resolve as a people.
Normally this was considered a holy site, filled with pensioners in quiet contemplation. Now, however, Rhanna could see Al’Thari rushing from chamber to chamber while the normally staid Dul’Thari were running. Running! Her memory showed her that the Dul’Thari only hurried when there was great trouble afoot.
She sent a quick prayer to the All-Mother as she saw Nalla-t’Hal headed her way. Normally flighty even for an Al’Thari, Nalla was more excitable than most. She had grown much in the last few weeks, Rhanna observed. Probably close to her Twinning.
“Rhanna!” Nalla exclaimed, breathlessly. “Thank the All-Mother you are here! They won’t let anyone in!”
This brought Rhanna to a halt. She quickly skimmed her memories, finding nothing. The Twinning and Joining chambers were open to all. They were, in fact, considered a holy place where all were welcomed and encouraged to visit. Nalla may be flighty, but Rhanna did not think the poor girl fully understand the importance of this event.
“I’m sure everything will be all right, “ Rhanna said, in a soothing tone that did not quite match how she felt inside. “The All-Mother is watching. Trust in Her and all will be well.”
With that, she pushed past the flustered Nalla and headed towards the now-closed main Twinning chamber. As she got closer she noted that there were several Dul’Thari standing guard, allowing no one past. She watched as a pair of Al’Thari attempted to first walk around the squat Dul’Thari, only to find their paths inexplicably blocked. The two then changed tactic and tried to flow through the organic walls of the chal but were again blocked, this time by a cadre of Al’Thari in flowing robes. The Priesthood was involved. Rhanna could feel something deep in her stomach. It had been a long time since she’d been afraid.
Not understanding the significance of the Priesthood, the two determined Al’Thari - who Rhanna now recognized as Brine-t’Lan and her mother, Lanni-t’Jos - tried again simply walking around the guarding Dul’Thari. With a grinding growl, a Dul’Thari grabbed Brine, restraining her and holding her in place.
A hush fell over the chal, Al’Thari and Dul’Thari alike standing with mouths agape. Thari searched their memories, but few went back so far as to recognize what an act of violence was. Rhanna knew. Her memories stretched all the way back to the Enlightenment, an unbroken string of memories that went back to when the Thari became self-aware. But like the others, Rhanna had never before seen violence.
Unlike the others, Rhanna could not afford to stand by and watch was to come next - whatever that was. She hurried forward, noting as she did that the Dul’Thari who had grabbed Brine had let go almost immediately, understanding that something had just happened. Something he could not begin to fathom. Dul’Thari never hurried in anything, and thinking was among the things they least like to do quickly. What he’d done had been instinctual and this frightened him as much as anyone in the chal. Granted, it had the desired effect as Brine and Lanni stopped trying to push their way into the chamber and just stood there like everyone else.
Finally, one of the Priesthood noticed Rhanna and moved to intercept her.
“Mistress!” The Priest looked relieved to see a member of the Council. Even though Twinning and Joining were under the auspices of the Priesthood, their participation was largely ceremonial and they rarely participated in any real capacity. In short, they had better things to do and left these things to the Council and their people. “Mistress, “ she repeated, “I’m very glad to see you! There is something happening in the Twinning chamber and, well, we don’t understand it or know what to do!”
“Priest t’Fan, how good to see you!” Rhanna fell into step beside her old friend. “Shirl, what’s happening?”
They walked quickly, the Al’Thari and Dul’Thari guarding the chamber melting away as if by magic, then reappearing behind the pair. Nobody attempted to follow.
The inner chamber of the chal stalk was used for Twinning exclusively. Joining was a holy event, but not nearly as holy as Twinning. The inner chamber was a place of contemplation, worship and communion with the All-Mother. Each turning of the day brought several hundred worshipers to this chamber, each bringing their prayers and devotions. The chamber felt alive, with an almost constant buzz. Rhanna never felt closer to the All-Mother than she did while in this chamber.
The first thing she noticed was the quiet. The inner chamber was designed to deaden sound, but this was not merely quiet - this was an absence of sound. Priests stood around, none of them saying a word.
The chamber stretched out for about fifty feet in diameter, the actual measurement depending on the season, temperature, and age of the chal stalk. In the center of the chamber were five mounds, none of which Rhanna recognized. She turned to Shirl, her confusion written plainly on her face.
“What is this?” Rhanna demanded. “What are those?”
Shirl did not respond right away. “Look again, Councilor t’Kon.“
Rhanna sucked in a breath at the sudden formality from her old friend. Then she saw. They were not mounds, they were the dessicated remains of Al’Thari and Dul’Thari. As she watched, the fifth mound in the center moved.
“Councilor t’Kon, “ Priest t’Fan said, “there is a Third.”[DOUBLEPOST=1352590976][/DOUBLEPOST]Please note that text formatting did not copy over, so some italics are gone. Also, this is a first draft and has yet to be edited.