TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama

DIVIDED: #2 - Give Me Your Knife

May 05, 2021 V. Morrow Season 2 Episode 2
TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama
DIVIDED: #2 - Give Me Your Knife
Show Notes Transcript

SET YOUR MIND on things above with TAKEN--A Metaphysical Fantasy Audio Drama. AND NOW the ADVENTURE CONTINUES with DIVIDED--The Days of Peleg.

Bow to the Image! Has the whole world gone mad? Or is there something wrong with a statue that speaks and the giant man who makes the people worship it? Peleg is virtually alone in his misgivings. Meanwhile, all the rest of Shinar follows the mighty hunter Nimrod in building a Tower to reach the gates of heaven and even the Ancient One Himself. Could the mysterious encounters and cruel whispers heard since the Tower Temple's construction lead to something good? To Peleg the matter is simple, find someone who remembers the truth, someone who still hears The Voice—before it's too late. So, Peleg embarks on a journey to learn the secrets his great ancestors Methuselah and Enoch knew. Little does Peleg realize, Enoch—the very one, taken so long ago to a dimension outside space and time—and his son Methuselah are both working just as fervently toward the same goal. With the aid of a wise, old King, the tales from the stones, and the "knowing" that burns, Peleg may be mankind's only hope to stop the darkness descending from the Tower. Never again will a Flood destroy the earth, the Ancient One promised—next time it will be Fire!

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Chapter 2 – Give Me Your Knife

 

Methuselah’s Time: Location—Plains of Avenland, Adamah, 1st Dimension.

With much explaining, several assurances of full inclusion on the next hunt, sealed with a blood oath made by swearing on a stack of Enoch’s scrolls, and the giving away of his best dagger, Methuselah was able to convince Tiph’arah that they must return to the Seti of Seth before going to the Seti of Nod for Naamah’s remembrance ceremony. Praise the Light! He had felt particularly led by the Ancient Father as he persuaded the very impetuous Medici Tiph’arah:

“Yes, Tiph’arah I do realize the urgency. But we must return home first with the news of Enoch’s disappearance. Would you not want to be made aware of the Bearer’s absence immediately? Just think of dear Medici Dinah. My mother would be even more distraught if we delayed. And, what of your own father? Elder Seth and the Council will most definitely want to send out a team of trackers to search for the Bearer. No, you know very well they will not just take our word for it as Enoch often communes with the Ancient One for many sun sleeps, yet always returns. They must be told immediately. Of course, we will not stay more than one sun sleep and naturally we will leave most stealthily at moon’s peak if anyone tries to detain us. Yes, you most certainly may have the dagger now, and on my honor as soon as we get back to the Seti of Seth, I will inform the Trackers that you will be joining us on the next occasion into the Woods of Avenland. Well, sure I could understand how you would want something more substantial than my word—”

Methuselah massaged the palm of his hand where Tiph’arah pricked it, sealing their agreement. “For truth, at least that is settled,” he muttered. Methuselah retraced his steps, making sure he left nothing behind. 

“Tiph’arah,” he called out, “I am going to gather a few healing plants I saw by the river’s edge for my mother. If we leave at sun’s peak, we can still make it before light falls.”

“This be no day for plant collecting. We must leave quickly if we are to have enough time to commune with the Council and travel to the Seti of Nod before next sun’s peak.”

Tiph’arah swiftly stuffed her sack full of provisions: aloti cakes, ground ketu, her knife, a rope, her bow and quivers, her short dagger, a few smooth stones, her sling, her new dagger (a gift from Methuselah) and cinched the bag shut. She then slung her favorite bow across her back, stuffed more quivers into her belt, loaded her sack onto the four-runner and mounted in one fluid motion. 

“Hurry, Methuselah,” Tiph’arah urged, waving a hand behind her, “Hurry, we must leave at once. A woman could waste away in the deserts of the southlands waiting on you.”

“Coming, dear Aunt,” Methuselah said with syrupy sweetness, knowing Tiph’arah hated it when he called her Aunt. It wasn’t a fitting title for the first female Nesh Pa Nel Tiph’arah said. 

His aunt road her mount in circles around him.

Methuselah chuckled, but not loud enough for Tiph’arah to hear. Though Tiph’arah had not been officially sworn in, her skill and daring, especially when she snatched his youngest brother Dani from the burning Tree Tower earned her the respect of every tracker in Adamah.

“Did you say something, Methu?” Tiph’arah cracked her whip.

“No, Medici Tiph’arah.” He swung his father’s cloak around his shoulders and dropped the plants into his sack. “Calm yourself. We do not have to be there by a certain shade. Besides, it is not as if Naamah is going somewhere. Her Rite of Passing will take several sun-sleeps.” As soon as Methuselah uttered the words, he regretted them, seeing the pained expression in Tiph’arah’s pale eyes.

“Perhaps if Naamah had been a daughter of Seth you would show more concern. Enoch would have left right away to offer comfort, even though Father Lamech be our enemy.” Tiph’arah dug her heels into the four-runner and took off. “Let us be on our way.”

Methuselah winced at her comment but said nothing when his original intention came to mind. After he had the nightmare about Naamah, he had planned to go to the Seti of Nod immediately. But somehow the urgency vanished with the rising of the sun. Tiph’arah is right. My father would have already made the trip home and been halfway to the Seti of Nod by now. 

Methuselah grunted as he hoisted himself onto his four-runner. He pressed his heels into the beast and leaned forward. Soon he was just a span behind Tiph’arah. 

“I suppose the truth flows both ways,” yelled Methuselah as he caught up with her. “Forgive me?”

Tiph’arah ignored him, maintaining her gallop for a while. Finally, she looked over her shoulder and grinned. “Only if you race me. First one to the Seven Hills wins.” 

“Yah!” Tiph’arah shouted, surging forward, leaving Methuselah in a cloud of dust.

•••

Methuselah’s Time: Location—Seti of Nod, Adamah, 1st Dimension.

Tubal-Cain hovered over the lifeless figure laying on the stone pedestal. Flowers of every size and sort adorned it. Little wooden dishes, along with favorite things from Naamah’s days as a childling, surrounded her. Someone had even brought a platter of fresh aloti cakes and fruit and placed it by her side as if she would somehow arise and eat them. Silly fools. Nothing can help Naamah now and it is all my doing. 

Tubal-Cain remembered how he had rushed to the Elohim Yamezerak and begged him to heal his sister. He had even offered his life in exchange. Yamezerak’s answer still stung: “I am not the Most High. My remedies only work while there is yet life in the blood.” 

Tears streamed down Tubal-Cain’s face, infuriating him even more. I will not, I will not, I will not cry. Father Lamech will slap the foolishness out of me if he sees me crying. 

Tubal-Cain knelt beside the stone table, gripped its edge, and wept.

“Agh! Where is your pride, my boy?” Father Lamech entered the room, pushing the door open so hard it hit the wall behind it and bounced. “I will be cursed to Sheol before I shed a tear. Get up! Show the strength of Adamah,” His sneer revealed every crack in his lined face.

“Father, I—” Tubal-Cain jumped up, “I was just paying my respects—”

“You were just playing the fool, and I will not tolerate weakness—not now—there is much at stake.”

“But Father, do you not feel anything for Naamah? She is your daughter. How can you—” Tubal-Cain paused when he saw the thunderous glare in Lamech’s eyes. He was used to his father’s anger. But this was something else—Lamech was afraid. “Father, what troubles you?”

“Not here,” Father Lamech motioned for him to follow, “we must speak privately. Keep your voice down.”

Tubal-Cain followed his father down the winding trail from the wooden dwellings of the Divine toward the familiar tents on the outer edges of Nod. Finally, Lamech entered the plain tent of a sebassi and quickly pulled the folds shut behind them.

“Why are we in a sebassi’s tent?” asked Tubal-Cain.

“Because Semjaza and his men never come down to the sebassi quarters. It is beneath the B’Nai Elohim,” Father Lamech said, mimicking Captain Semjaza’s tone as he grabbed a mantra stone and lit the fire pit in the center of the room. Flames shot into the air. He lit his pipe and took a puff. Sweet-smelling smoke flooded the dwelling and rose through the hole at the top of domed roof. “Ah, that is better.”

Tubal-Cain waited. He had never seen Father Lamech nervous. 

“Have you seen the childling my son?” Father Lamech asked.

“Well, I have only thought about Naamah,” Tubal-Cain said, “and mother. She is beside herself, babbling and crying. No one has been able to get a sensible word out of her. So, I went to see Yamezerak, to see if there was something he could—”

“Have you seen the childling?” Lamech asked again, slower this time.

“No,” Tubal-Cain paused, “I tried. I wanted to take the childling to Mother Zillah to bring her comfort, but Semjaza and his men said the little one was resting and could not be disturbed. I was going to ask again, but Enoch showed up at the Seat of Honor in El Tevah and caused that big commotion with the Watchers. The Elohim have all been in such a temper since then, I did not have a chance. Have you?”

“No. But, I have heard strange things from the sebassi who tend the homes of the Divine. They say there is something wrong with the little one.”

“What is wrong? Is he sick?” Tubal-Cain said. “Do you think that is what Enoch was telling the Watchers that night in El Tevah? By Adamah’s blood, I would give anything to know what he said. The tongue he used was not familiar to me. Were you able to interpret the meaning?”

“No, my boy. I do not know those words, but I believe it was the tongue of the Ancient One. I once heard Father Adam use those sounds,” Lamech grumbled, “the Medici say there is power in them, but Father Adam refused to teach them or anyone else that tongue.” 

Father Lamech threw another mantra rock into the pit, then set a pot full of the drink of power on the rack above it. “That trickster Enoch must have learned it from him. He is a sly one, wearing Father’s Adam garment and using his tongue!” 

Father Lamech’s hands shook as he drew another whiff of his pipe. “Made my blood boil, but at least he put that Semjaza in his place with all his gallivanting about, giving orders here and there. Why he has not even delivered on his part of the oath. My Naamah lies dead as a stone, birthing his child, and he has yet to show us how to subdue metal proper.”

“But Father I do know how to—” Tubal-Cain interrupted.

“Aye, it made my heart smile to see the Great Captain Semjaza of the B’Nai Elohim and all his men crumpled on the steps of El Tevah, even if that fool Enoch was the one to do it,” Lamech continued, talking over his son. “It should have been you. Why did not the strength of Cain put those Elohim in their place, eh boy?”

Tubal-Cain looked down. Fool, fool, fool. Why did you not stop Semjaza? Now Naamah’s dead. His eyes misted. He felt the droplets form. I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry.

“Boy, this is no time to cry,” barked Father Lamech, “we have to see this childling for ourselves before it is too late.”

 “I am no weakling Father, it is merely the smoke from your pipe that wearies me,” replied Tubal-Cain as he dipped a ladle into the steaming drink of power. He straightened his shoulders and continued, “Father, if the childling is sick we should leave it in the hands of the Medici and sebassi. Surely, they know best how to care for an ailing little one.” He took a long drink. The fiery liquid burned its way down to his gut. 

Tubal-Cain stood up and stared down his father. This is your fault. “If the childling dies too, I do not know how mother will cope with your decision. I was hoping Naamah’s son would help ease her sorrow.”

“Boy, I do not give a coal from the depths of Sheol about how your mother feels about my decision to wed my daughter as I please or did you forget I have another wife to suit my needs?” Lamech said.  “And if what the sebassi say is true, this childling will only bring grief so sit down.”

Tubal Cain remained standing, “Father, your own sorrow is speaking. How can this little one be anything but a joy?”

“Tubal-Cain that is the problem. He is not little.”

“Well, of course he has his father’s nature. The Elohim are tall. The boy will grow to the stature of Semjaza. Tell me, Father. What else do the sebassi say? Does he have the light of the Elohim about him? Does he look like Naamah?”

“The childling looks like he has already lived five full sun cycles!” Lamech said. With trembling fingers, he raised the pipe to his mouth, drew in deeply, and puffed smoke into the air above.

“That is impossible!” Tubal-Cain said, waving smoke from his face. “He is only one sun-sleep old.”

“The sebassi have no reason to speak falsehoods. And, they say the boy does not have a childling’s nature,” Father Lamech said rising to his feet to face his son. “Already he is walking, talking, and cunning in just one sun-sleep. The sebassi have been commanded by Semjaza and his men to say nothing. Now sit down.”

“How did you find out?” asked Tubal-Cain, lowering himself to the floor.

“The sebassi are loyal to me,” replied Father Lamech. “No matter how afraid they are of Semjaza.”

“What does this mean?”

“It means we must act before Semjaza puts his foot on our throats.”

•••

Methuselah’s Time: Location—Seti of Nod, Adamah, 1st Dimension.

Delmar sat motionless, becoming strong, solid—dull. He thought of the figurine. He diminished, becoming smaller, harder—wooden. Onami is going to pay for this one. Delmar observed the childling from his position inside the small statue. I know Onami sent me here because of my skills in camouflage, but this is ridiculous! 

The Guardian Elohim Delmar had been watching the childling while blending in very nicely into the ornate wall coverings in Captain Semjaza’s chambers when Lord L appeared. With his abilities, the high-ranking Satan would certainly perceive the presence of a loyal. Why did I panic? Without a thought Delmar had reduced himself into the small figurine the childling made. Now I’m stuck. He willed himself to absolute stillness, while the Great Leader of the Furious Ones examined the carving. Finally, Lord L returned the figurine to the shelf and began to speak.

•••

“Interesting. Not what I expected, but interesting,” Lord L said absently as he lost interest in the carving and focused on the childling.

“Well, he is a rather good little artist, isn’t he?” Hazazel remarked as he studied the young boy whittling away at the wood block. A sleek form began to appear as slivers of wood fell into a growing pile on the floor.

“I was referring to the boy,” Lord L said, “and I must say he is rather large.” He circled the boy in slow strides, examining him from head to foot. “I was expecting to be the first to hold the childling and give him a proper name,” he laughed, “but I see we’re quite beyond that.”

Semjaza coughed and looked out the window.

Hazazel took the carving from the boy and whistled, “Not bad, not bad, my lad. Not as good as me, of course, but a fine start.” He set the human-like wooden figurine with outstretched wings onto the table.

“Relax, relax, my dear Captain,” the Great Leader said, motioning Semjaza to sit at the table, “this is a most pleasant surprise. Does he catch on to everything this quickly?”

“Yes!” Semjaza said, “He has surpassed the expectations of human childlings his age, not only in size, but in intelligence too.”

“Well, I can’t say I am surprised,” Lord L said, “this is just another treachery of the Beloved revealed. He knew we would have superior off-spring and withheld this privilege from us. Didn’t I tell you so Semjaza?”

“Yes, my Lord,” Semjaza agreed. “It’s just so hard to believe. And to think I had been loyal to the Beloved and even defended him against you. I—I just can’t believe it.”

“I told you I spoke the truth. I never would have risked the lives of the Elohim if I had not been sure of it. I am just saddened that only one-third of you believed me.” The Great Leader sighed, “Nevertheless, here we are, and all is not lost. Let us begin to bring this realm back into its rightful position, under my leadership. Now let’s talk numbers. How many of the wives of the Elohim are expecting?”

“Great Leader, excuse me,” Hazazel said, “if I could but mention one small item before we move into the details?”

Semjaza glared at him.

“By all means,” Lord L responded. “If you feel it is important, I want to hear of it immediately.”

“The boy does consume a great deal of food,” he said. “Just look at him.”

The boy sat in the corner on the far-side of the room noisily chewing on a skewer of cooked flesh. “Uncle Hazazel,” he called out when he noticed them staring, “may I have more?”

“Certainly, just ring for a sebassi and they will bring more,” Hazazel said. He paused for a moment, and then added. “Little one, please take your things into the other room. You may work on another carving there. Do you remember the forming trick I taught you this morning?”

“Yes, uncle,” he said. “I practice it and bring you another toy.” The little one’s eyes beamed with pride.

“Perfect, that’s my boy,” Hazazel said.

“Well, Hazazel, you certainly do have a way with childlings,” the Great Leader said. “You know, Semjaza, you really should work on your parenting skills.”

Semjaza said nothing. 

Hazazel smirked. “Now don’t be cross, Semjaza. All this keeping of the childling has established a bond between me and the boy. Who knew he would age so rapidly? In just one day, I have practically experienced the first five years of his life. But—” Hazazel paused when he heard three soft taps on the door. 

“Enter,” Semjaza said curtly.

A sebassi pushed the door open, carrying a heavy platter piled high with food of all sorts.

The Great Leader immediately diminished himself so as not to be seen. 

Delmar cringed inside the wooden figure as Lord L camouflaged before his eyes. Would Satan be able to perceive him in this state? He willed himself to stillness, not even daring to breathe. Why did Onami send me alone? The air stank of deceit. Delmar ignored the dizziness he felt and forced himself to focus on their conversation. 

 “He is in his room,” Semjaza said. “Please tend to the boy’s needs and leave out the back entrance when you are done.” 

“Yes, my lord.” She headed quickly toward the childling’s quarters.

“I do see your point Hazazel,” Lord L said, reappearing after the woman left. “That spread would feed several human men, yet the boy is still lean.”

“Apparently,” Semjaza added, “he has inherited our superior physique, but not our control. He does have need of food, where we do not.”

“Apparently,” the Great Leader said. He paced the room. “And just how have the daughters of Cain responded to this little development?”

“They don’t know,” Semjaza said quickly.

“Oh, but I am quite certain they do,” Lord L said.

“No, once Hazazel and I noticed his growth rate, we have been the only ones tending to him.”

The Great Leader raised his brow and motioned toward the childling’s quarters. “And what of the woman who just entered?”

“Oh, that’s just Yabbesheth,” Semjaza said. “She has been ordered to keep quiet. She is terrified of what will happen to her daughter Chalal if she doesn’t. She has already been demoted from a Medici healing woman to a mere sebassi because of her big mouth. She wouldn’t dare disobey us.”

“So, you’ve threatened her, have you?” the Great Leader asked.

“Naturally. We had to ensure privacy in this matter. We told Yabbesheth we would make her daughter a nuta to be used at our disposal if she spoke one word about the childling,” added Hazazel. “The other wives are expecting and with Naamah’s death fresh on everyone’s minds, we don’t want the women to become afraid and do something rash.”

“No, we most certainly can’t have that. That would be completely unacceptable.” 

Hazazel and Semjaza said nothing.

Lord L paced around the room in slow circles.

“In the future, I would expect two senior officers of the B’Nai Elohim to foresee such matters and plan appropriately before there is a problem.”

Hazazel and Semjaza said nothing.

“Nevertheless,” Lord L said swinging around to face them.

They relaxed when they saw a hint of pleasure on his perfect features.

“That is why we must proceed with my plan post haste,” the Great Leader said, “the form of Naamah must be revived and we don’t have much time.”

“How in second heaven can we revive Naamah? She’s dead! Only the Ancient One can do that,” Semjaza said. 

Hazazel dropped his head into his hands.

Semjaza bristled at the Great Leader’s icy stare and quickly added, “Lord L, my apologies for interrupting, but I simply did not realize it was possible to bring the soul back to its human form once the silver chord has been broken. How much time do we have?”

 “Much better, Semjaza,” the Great Leader said. “I do hate to be underestimated.” He continued, “Yes, that’s what I thought too, until I discovered some information hidden from us in the annals of the Ancient One.”

Semjaza and Hazazel looked at each other, each willing the other to be silent. They knew the mention of the powers of the Ancient One would set Lord L in a “mood”.

The Great Leader muttered and ranted for several minutes. But they could make out a few bits of information—

“After the Beloved’s prophecy in the Garden—really, they’re just veiled threats from an insecure person who knows he is unqualified to reside on the throne forever. I just had to investigate. I researched my copies of the scrolls I managed to smuggle out before the, well—At first, I just wanted to experiment. I just needed to know the depths of his betrayal to see if it was true. That’s when I realized it was possible for us to exercise this power. Of course, we must have the right ingredients, such as one of the garments the Ancient One made for Adam and Eve. Did you realize that deceiver gave them garments infused with His essence? The combination of that plus innocent blood, plus performing the ritual before three days’ time should produce the expected—”

“Excuse me sir,” Hazazel interrupted. “Did you just say we only have three days to do this? Naamah’s soul has already departed for one full day. That means we only have two days left.”

Semjaza glared at Hazazel.

Lord L glared at Hazazel. 

Finally, Lord L said, “Very good, Hazazel. Yes, three minus one is two. You are correct. Since you are both so intelligent, you should have no problem obtaining the elements needed and meeting me back here within two days’ time for Naamah’s revival.” 

He strode toward the door and then turned back once more. “Make sure the entire tribe of Cain is present for the ceremony. After this demonstration, no one will attempt to do anything rash toward any daughter carrying Elohim seed now or in the future.”

The Great Leader vanished before they could respond.

“And just how are we going to get our hands on the garment of Father Adam or Mother Eve?”

•••

Delmar sighed with relief. Finally, Lord L, Semjaza and Hazazel were gone. Those two Fallen will be in search of the garments no doubt. I must get word to Onami. Delmar hated to admit it, but Onami had made a good call. The Beloved was right to promote him instead of me. Delmar analyzed the situation. If more Guardians had been sent, their presence would have been detected. By sending only one, the smallest one, Delmar thought ruefully, I went unnoticed. The story of my life. Delmar felt every fiber of his being tingle. I will not succumb to Satan’s confusion. He refocused his mind. I am here for a purpose. The Beloved uses even the small to confound the wise.

 “Surely the favor of the Ancient be upon me,” Delmar chuckled, borrowing the human expression. “Now to get out of this wood and send word to—”

“Meet me at 1704.16.33,” a familiar voice intoned.

“Onami?” Delmar swung around, searching for his friend. He slid back into the wall coverings, concealing himself. “Where are you?”

“Come quickly and I’ll explain.”