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The Anatomy of the Other

Doctor Antonia Alves

The creatures commonly known as Fae, Fair Folk and Raksha but more recently Visitors or Others have been a part of our history for a very long time. There are at least five distinct species that we catalog as Martians, Venusians, Jovians, Saturians and Mercurians due to their presumed habitats but I have reason to suspect they’re naturally from a very different part of the universe where physical laws are quite different.

While the Elements of our world forms complex chains of carbon that give way to life, wherever these Others are from skips that necessary step and forms life outright from Essence. The result of this may resemble us physically and even seem to be the superior being but this makeup conceals an instability that we’ve witnessed in several test subjects.

When separated from their native essence (often appearing in the form of a sac of pulsating essence called a cyst) the subject weakens and eventually expires over a period of several days. What has caused my research to be discredited however is the illogical decision for creatures that find our natural laws so anathema to their very nature have crossed an ocean of stars to settle in our planetary system.

The answer to this is troubling, while most of our so called Fair Folk and Raksha are scavengers who found themselves on our world and unable to escape it, in recent years there have been tell-tale signs that the Others have begun a process of adaptation. The ability to derive meaningful sustenance from humans was scarcely documented in ancient texts yet now it seems as though it’s their primary function. The number of these cysts or even the lesser pennants being found on captured subjects is dropping, almost as though they’ve replaced their old feeding source for a new one and we appear to be it.

I don’t seek academic glory for my research, I simply fear for our survival.      

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Reflections

I had that dream again.

It was that bitter moment between heartbeats where silence had fallen over the Somme as a storm of metal came tumbling down. I closed my eyes and saw my father, my mother, my sister and my little nephew I was never going to see any of them again. Thousands of metal fragments tore my flesh denying me the dignity of a quick death as instead I lay there alone with my thoughts and the spectre of death looming over me.

I awoke in a cold sweat, making my way over to where Tereza was sleeping. I passed rows of glass coffins containing the remains of soldiers who died in their own Great War. Pressing my face to the glass of the sarcophagus of what was once a Fire Aspect I couldn’t help but feel that the form within didn’t look human anymore. By all rights the bones should have been dust by now but here was the leering skull of someone who had given everything for a cause.

I placed my hand on the glass, feeling a kindred spirit beneath the glass even though the soul had long since passed into its next life. I sometimes feel that way, that I’m as much Amalia Holz as that skeleton is the Dragon-Blooded it belonged to. The only difference is that I’m still moving around and looking alive. I expected the bony hand to rise up and confirm what I was, one of the dead with sad delusions of life.

Normality resumed after several deep heavy breaths. I looked upon the remains and mourned such a pointless passing before crawling my way into Tereza’s sleeping bag. “I had a nightmare” I muttered as she shifted across to make room for me. Is this as much fantasy as my kinship with ancient bones? Despite all the surgeries I could still feel it, a lingering desire to extinguish the living warmth of my best friend.

She held me, I did not ask her to and in time I slept without dreams.

-The Iron That Falls Like Sleet

A Relic from the Past

Log Entry Doctor Tereza Lupei  November 3rd 1929, Mount Ararat

Studying the craft in greater detail I have been forced to re-evaluate much of what I thought I knew about Motonic Physics. Throughout human history Air Essence has been the most convenient way of distributing power due to its natural ability to permeate. Presently we use in the form of electricity but prior to that it was common to construct channels into artifacts to facilitate the flow of Air essence through them. There has been speculation that one or more of the so called lost civilizations adopted an unorthodox third approach to that which based artifacts around items of extreme cold and generated power from the differentials in temperature.

As near as I can tell the craft distributes its essence through plants specifically cultivated for this purpose and reverberation through one or more crystal matrices. The tragedy of this is that many of said matrices were broken in the crash and unlike the plants could not readily be restored during its long dormant phase.

I do so admire the work of Alfred Wegener and the map present on the bridge seems to confirm his Continental Drift Theory. I doubt the ancients called this central landmass Pangea, but this brass emboss of the lost super continent fills me with wonder. I can only imagine what we find if we continue to look in the right places. 

I have demonstrated necessary skepticism despite claims from my patriots that this is the Ark of Biblical tales. I suspect this craft was part of an armada used during the Titanomachy, quite possibly as some manner of evacuation. I certainly doubt that God sent Daana’d to bring about The Great Flood and wash away the Antediluvian horrors but why else would I have become a scientist other than to have my previous notions and preconceptions shattered like so much glass?

This is going to be glorious.