Dimensional Warfare - Short Story | Fantasy, Sci Fi, Adventure
A long time ago, in the far outermost corner of the universe, existed a group of beings that had mighty powers. These beings had evolved their consciousness to a point where they understood the meaning of existence.
They called themselves the Sheltorians. Sheltorians were a big broad species. Their physical appearance proved to match the expression of their attitudes. In Sheltorian culture it is customary to greet every member of their society with a game. And not just any game. This was a game to the death. Once a Sheltorian meets another of their kind, they telepathically link their minds and immediately begin to attempt to crush the others will, by slowly removing ones soul from the body. How is this done? Ah, a fine question sir lad. They use their soul energy and focus it in a beam to attack the chromosomes of the defender. This forces the structure of nucleic acids and proteins found in the nucleus of their living cells to collapse and disintegrate, thusly ending their existence. It’s a brutal and horrifically tragic way to pass, nevertheless, this is a normal day in the world of a Sheltorian. Sheltorians gain strength after every telepathic battle. This feeds their own energy structure and allows it to grow. Sheltorians don’t need to telepathically battle to survive. They can live just fine by consuming nutrient rich food, still many Sheltorians engage in telepathic battles.
There is an interesting phenomenon that happens when they accumulate large amounts of life force energy. You could equate it to a transformation, but I’d rather say its a demonic mutation bordering on the line of tyrannical, impositional insanity. There was one sir lad, I kid you not, that had never lost a telepathic battle in his life. He was known as Zur Stekah. This man engaged in many duels of energy and won with graceful ease. He’d defeated countless opponents, but there was something unusual about him. He hated the fact that he had to kill everyone he met. Zur had what you humans would call sympathy for ones that met death at the grip of his crushing life force. One day Zur decided that he would remove himself from the ability to kill others. So he set out on a long journey, to a part of his society known as the eternal rest chambers. These chambers are located in a dangerous terrain, woven with deep ravines, monstrous storms, bone freezing winds and viscous creatures that do not kill, but torture. It’s not uncommon for a Sheltorian passing through the surrounding area of the chambers, to smell the deathly aroma of bodies, both alive and dead, piled in the ravines with Kallikins chewing away at the skin of the befallen. The ones which were alive would cry out in ear shattering agony, creating sounds of despair that echoed throughout the land.
Kallikins are two-legged reptilian creatures with an enormous amount of physical strength. They are capable of crushing bone with a simple squeezing grip. “I must do this.” Zur thought to himself. “If there’s anything in this life I hate with a passion, it’s killing.” Zur was traveling down a windy path covered with small pebbles supported by soft brown dirt. The journey to the chambers of eternal rest was going to be a long and arduous task for young Zur. Zur’s home town is known as Alu. It’s located in the south central continent of Halimura his home country. Halimura spans the entire continent, and it’s one of five countries that exist on the planet of Sheltora. Zur’s footsteps were fast and even as he traveled down the dirt path. Moments later he saw large stones revealing themselves in the far distance. The immense stones gradually increased in size as he drew closer. He was now in an area known as the valley of pride. Zur now found himself surrounded by large monolithic structures that towered over his being. He glanced over at the large stones and paused in his footsteps for a second to take in the sights. “What beautiful structures,” Zur proclaimed. Zur is not just looking at any old stone. The large stones are sculptures resembling the past rulers of Hulimura. They were crafted in the age of the recooking.
Zur shifted his footsteps stretched out his arms and yawned. He noticed he was getting hungry. “Well, guess I’ll rest here and eat,” Zur said to himself. Zur started walking towards the grand stone sculpture of the Ruler Zemuud. He pressed his back against the stone and slid down to find himself sitting with his hand resting on his knee.
Dimensional Warfare Part 1 - To be continued