Fulcrum
Celestial sat with about two-dozen of her best friends. She was dressed head to toe in the latest gear. Her shoes were black patent boots with a slight heel and glistened silver in the bright artificial light. Her silver pants had a slight flare to them, flowing around her boots and accentuating her thin hips. She wore a jet-black shirt and classy tailored jacket that ended mid-thigh. Her sparkling silver necklet bore an ancient symbol. It was created by a long down-stroke, a cross-stroke at the very top and a loop above this. The exact interpretation was lost to time, but it was still known by a select few that this was the symbol of life to a small past civilization living along a magnificent river in an otherwise very dry desert on a typically green and blue Oxygen-breathing planet.Celestial's friends were all dressed similarly, one in a beautiful loose golden dress and emerald anklet. The room was luxuriously furnished, the walls a soft glossy mauve, the color of the season, with a classic lounge suite in black vinylon. When the chairs ran out, they took to footstools, beanbags, and the soft fluffy carpet. The women were exhausted. The air in the large room was thick with fatigue, and as they sipped
Lerenae wanted to cut their losses and act straight away to adjust the time-line. She glanced at the other women eagerly involved in earnest discussion on the effects of the earlier and previous legends, how effective the enigmas of missing detail had been in creating various cultural obsessions and folklore in the subconscious. All of them had been philosophers, literary analysts, historians and writers. Lerenae was the only one who had grown tired of it all. Aah, the luxury and the hard work in being a member of a world-influencing secret society. Celestial hugged Lerenae. "I said it would have been different, that you would have been resented more than celebrated in your lifetime", she said. "It would have been different. You more than any of us are capable of handling a trial. You know that is important." She stood back to look at Lerenae. "Our circle was forged millennia ago because the stars were right." Celestial hesitated. "Your destiny was written in them from the start, and I have to confess, it's so strange. It still is." "No" she said quietly, "I can't do what you're thinking. I just have the ability. I'm sorry." Lerenae was experiencing her first real smile for over a thousand years. She now felt hope, and a joy that everything was going just right for her. A silky black bobbed head was shaking about as Qansina, a petite figure in a stylish little silver dress and mauve shoes, argued that the point behind her philosophy had been lost through time and other influences. They all knew that all Qansina had left in the popular mind was a deep interest in psychology, and a deep curiosity, the need to have a deeper understanding of the world, the sort hinted at by Qansina who of course possessed such an understanding. A few heads started as everyone realized that this was exactly what the original thinkers had prophesied were warning signs that their time was about to reach a critical point. Lerenae set her jaw, determined not to show any emotion before Celestial. Celestial just sighed. "You're a human, you know", she reminded Lerenae. "Humans are well known for their emotions. It's what distinguishes us from the animals."
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Approximate Word count = 1995
Approximate Pages = 8 (250 words per page double spaced)
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