Humanity Rises: An Abrupt Incitement Book Two

"Same person, another face." Kisira glares at me and I can hear Flamose's cackle in my mind.

"He finds this funny." I admit. As Flamose nodded in agreement, I could hear him laughing.

"I wanna smash his head off of a tree right now." She actually smiles at me. I am not sure if that indirectly applies to me as well.

"You know I am not him, right? Like, I may have been.. but I'm not him." I say.

"Shino... she's got the best knowledge of this all." Serra exclaims.

'Wrong, that would be me.' Flamose’s deep voice shakes my mind.

"Well, either way." Kisira huffs.

I feel Flamose force his way to pilot my body again, but this time it doesn't feel the same. He's letting me move about, however when he wants to speak, I assume he would. It seems to me he is simply direct to go about what he feels is necessary.

"We still need to find the others. The group with sharp ears." I say.

"Kid, I went through one traumatic adventure in my last world. I am good." Kisira says to me.

"Help the boy find the elves, like you helped me." Flamose speaks from my mouth.

The difference in our voices is very present. I have a hollow mid range voice, where his is so low it sounds like thunder rolling when he speaks. We seem to be so different. Can me and him really be the same person?

Kisira glares at us as I sigh deeply. I can't tell if it's intended for Flamose or me. I feel so weird being involved in this weird couple. I want to partner with Serra, not Kisira. Until she came, I really thought she was just a legend passed down from generation to generation. I never pictured I would meet her. Let alone be the Draconus King incarnate.

"Kisira, please...." Serra places a hand on her black-skinned shoulder.

It would seem Kisira keeps some really weird stuff on her body as well. Red leaves seem to line the outside of the shiny grey pieces she wears to her legs and upon her chest. I smirk a bit. I feel Flamose’s joy and fascination run through me. It dawns on me she is only dressed in accordance with what she was used to prior to this world.

'What's going on with me?' I wonder.

'Sorry that's my fault,' Flamose replies to me in an instant.

"Girlie, if it wasn't for you, they wouldn't be in my hair to begin with." Kisira shakes her head. For a moment, I almost believe her hair is made of white and red fire.

"There's three others..." I say.

"Ugh, what did I get myself into? Binding myself to you, Hot-Shot. Let's move." Kisira says.

'My old nickname, take no offence,' He explains to me.

"Well, this is something unreal." Serra says as she presses my back to get me to walk with her behind Kisira.

"Serra, I don't even know where to begin. Today is a lot." I say.

'Tell her you want her to be your mate. I know you're thinking of it.' Flamose says into my head.

"Well, the reincarnation of a god, that's a lot to deal with."

"You know, reincarnated is one thing. I still have my God's body. So to speak." Kisira chimes in.

It seems that they even being gods amongst us are able to die. I don't know what their version of death would be but it seems as if they live a very different expansion of life than we share with Gaia.

"What happened to Galik? Keita? How did it go? You got out safely, did the others?" Flamose is darting questions from my mouth.

"Gae-ll-icht? Kai-ee-ta?" Serra tried to replicate the foreign names.

"Sweetie, don't hurt yourself. They are divine names." Kisira giggles. "Keita died when pulling me away from you and father. Galik died trying to save Sapphina. She-Rae-La was protecting both of them. Everyone else got ambushed.. you wouldn't believe me even if I told you. I am lucky to be alive, still."

"Try me." Flamose replies to her.

'Man, I feel kinda like a doll in a corner.' I say into the mind.

"The castle... it was an ancient dragon. I don't even know what it's origins are. Uncle nubi hadn't any clue, nor mother or Aphrodite. I even sought out Odin and still no one heard of what I saw. Only twenty of us lived..." Kisira drifts off. "You were the first casualty...."

I can feel the tears in my eyes welling up. My head twists a quick moment. The feeling brings me to my knees. Flamose must be able to feel this too. As I scream, so does he. We both vocally are roaring from the burning sensations running over my head. I don’t think I can process of the feelings. Like burning waves of electric current go through my head.

"Shino...?" I hear Serra.

"He just unlocked Flamose’s memories, all of them. It's flooding in like an information highway." Kisira says.

She is, of course, right. I feel every cute Flamose had in his life. The love.. the betrayal. The silent guilt and all of his rage. Every time he saw her, flashes like instant images in my eyes. I grab my head and push myself onto the ground as I howl out.

"Can't we help?!" Serra is nearly screaming.

'Arise my child.' I hear the darkness itself seemingly call me.

'That's Dad.' Flamose says.

I struggle to get myself kneeling again as this pain fires through my head. I stagger and stand slowly. It takes everything I have to no longer scream. Slowly the pain becomes rage.

'Awaken my son. Be with the contract we agreed on.' I hear the darkness call again.

"No!" I scream as I feel heat run through my entire body. The heat fixates upon my back in the shape of the ankh. I feel my flesh as if it was boiling from my body. The feeling becomes like skin ripping apart near the ends of my shoulder blades. It feels like i gain new muscles but they aren’t here.

'Embrace me Shino.' Flamose says. ‘Feel the Spirit Body.’

"He's going to die if you don't do something, Kisira!" Serra calls out.

"He's fine." Kisira says. "Trust the Gods." She smiles.

I vault forward onto the ground once again, writhing In sheer agony. As if embers laid themselves on my back. The sensation washes over me once more. I can hear the screams of each burning mark made across me as it heals within moments of the waves. Each wound that Flamose endured in his life would rinse through mine.

"He's hurting!" Serra cries out.

"They both are... but that's Flamose’s vow to me..." Kisira’s voice sounds unusually weak.

The pain eases. I feel the heat from where I believe a wound is now. I groan. My body goes limp. I don’t feel too much. It's a sensation of floating from the sudden end to all the pain.

'Yeah, that is gonna happen every time I awaken, isn't it?' Flamose inquires.

'You asked for an eternity. Magick of that level is always going to have... issues.' The darkness reveals its elongated canine snout. It's fur is jet black with eyes the colour of grass.

"Ahh!!!" I scramble backwards for a moment and realize he was in my mind. "L-lord A-Anubis..." I stutter.

'I will be in contact, child. Trust Flamose, he's a good kid too.' Anubis growls out.

"Yeah."

"Who's he talking to?" Serra asks Kisira.

"Anubis."

"Whoa..." Serra sounds utterly flabbergasted. “Why can’t I see them?”

“They pick who and when they reveal themselves to.” Kisira answers quickly.

I realize quickly she has a point. The gods only seem to let specific people see them. Even if it is in lucid dreams, the ones we call seers get that special opportunity.

"I... I think I'm okay now..." I pant as I struggle to get back up.

"You sure? You look rough." Kisira says.

"Yeah.." the world hazes blackened corners for a moment and I shake my head.

"Sit down, Shino.." I hear Serra start to talk as I see the world fade from my view.

THUD.

All feeling ceases as I roll. I lose all sense of this world and beings around me. I feel as if i float within my own body. It's almost as if I reside in warm, healing water. My spirit feels as if warm light if flowing from it and before I know it, I can feel a pressure over my body.

I Awaken inside of a wooden hut. It appears I'm alone. I don't know what happened but it seems I am safe. For now, at the least. It reeks of some weird plant. There are purple and blue vibrant petals on vines in the hut. I never have seen such flowers before.

There are people in the next room. They must be Serra and Kisira. I know that. That's the best hope for me right now. I slip off of this slab that I have been laying on for who knows how long. My back aches from whatever it is.

I walk to the wooden slab of bark from an oak. It appears to only serve as a temporary wall. I walk into the room of voices.

"He fainted. That's all I know." Kisira says.

"So you never seen this before?" Serra asks.

I slip myself behind a shelf holding a lot of bark with etchings on them. I stay quiet. I want to know what's going on. Its not usual for me to hear of anything like this.

"Flamose didn't exactly explain this part, nor did Uncle." I hear Kisira hiss on each 's' sound. Almost as if her tongue is that of a serpent.

"I see." Serra sighs.

"Look, if it wasn't for that idiot, your pathetic life form wouldn't even exist, let alone the elves who were trying to take more of your village."

"I know, I'm ever grateful. I just wish there was more we know." Serra sighs.

I come from behind the shelf. Serra now has body coverings, so I don't know what to say. I never expected to see this. I still stand in my usual way. Being the only one who stayed in the natural form we were born, I feel out of place.

"So, Flamose, and you are the reason we exist?" I ask.

'Eh, kind of.' Flamose echoes in my mind. ‘It's a bit of a long story.’ he adds.

"Yeah, if it wasn't for me and Hot-Shot rebelling against my father, this entire world probably would still be only an idea. To think I was here for one hundred and fifty years." Kisira sighs.

'You're not alone anymore.' I hear Flamose echo in my mind.

"That's a long time to be somewhere." Serra points out.

"I live thousands of years, child. One hundred for you is a lifetime, at best. My lifespan may be able to outlive even your furthest thought possible descendants." Kisira rants.

"Right.” I say.

"So you can remember?" She immediately faces me.

"I thinks so, even though I'm not really sure I am certain what I know." I admit.

"That's a good start." She smirks.

'I wish I could be with my own flesh to hold her again.' Flamose echoes. I wonder why he keeps so far away.

"Well, we need to move forward." I say.

"Easy there, kid." Kisira says. "Don't let that flame brain get ya all hot yet." She laughs.

"Huh?" Is all that falls from my lips?

Flamose I can hear is roaring in laughter. I can't even think he is so loud. I know it's bound to be something I don't understand. It seems I am missing something.

A flash hits my eyes. The image of Kisira elbowing me 'Relax Hot-shot' echoes and the image fades. I find reality around me once again.

"He used to get right to business too." Kisira smiles.

"So they really are alike?" Serra asks.

"Yes, But no." Kisira laughs.

"I'm different. But I'm assuming our core beliefs and ideals I'll be very similar." I pipe up.

"That's a better way of putting it." Kisira says.

"So what are we going to do about the sharp-eared ones?" I ask.

"They aren't the only other species out there you know." Kisira says. "And they are called the Elven." She adds.

"The ellvan." Serra tries to copy the words.

"Interesting." I say.

'Believe it or not, Bastet was the one who wanted the Elven to exist.' Flamose says.

"Wait, Bastet? I don't remember that at all." I say.

This is something I can’t draw on. It won’t hurt to know this for future references if need be. I can only try to come up with ideas of which inspired her to have the elven come to be as a species.

"We never met with Bastet. It may be a post death memory." Kisira explains.

‘Bastet decided the elves were to be her personal representation in this world. She has a long plan for this.’ Flamose explains in my head.

"We don't even know the half of reality." Serra sighs.

"Really. You are right, Serra." I admit. “However, it seems physical memories are bound by something more than physical.” I add.

"First, we need to clothe you." Kisira says as she walks up. "The elves have standards. Apparently, humans aren't at that point of societal development yet." She sighs.

"Uh..." I feel so confused, big words I've never heard.

"You can't go and see the elves like you are primitive." Kisira says to me.

'You can't go naked.' Flamose adds to the conversation.

I simply turn and return to the separate area I came from. I don't even want to listen to all of this. I hardly understand what she means. It seems as though I must do as the others have. The walls seem to even have colours and many spectacular hangings on the wall. There are depictions of horned canines which have flames for their neckline fur. I shiver at the thought these are even possible.

"Shino..." Serra enters the room.

"Yeah?" I reply.

"She only means to get coverings like myself... are you alright?" She asks me as she plants a hand on the back of my neck.

"I don't even get why." I say. “It makes no sense.”

"It's so the elves don't get offended. They have been in coverings for a long time now." Serra sighs.

"What makes them right?" I ask.

"My old world." Kisira says as she pokes her head into the room. "It was a standard there. When they saw I was wearing clothe, they started to as well." She comes in to try to help explain the situation.

The memory Flamose shares has Kisira walking into a room with many strange contraptions I have never seen. He focuses the sight on the clothing and it seems to be something of a statement. I can see in the split moments he means we need to have a level of protection from our own primal urges.

"Learned by seeing it?" Serra seems inquisitive.

'Sounds familiar.' Flamose says.

"Most creations follow what they see. So until they see something new, they won't likely think of it." Kisira says. "Just like Flamose. If he didn't see the portal between the old worlds, he wouldn't have thought to have one himself." She giggles a little.

"That seems rather foolish." Serra says.

'It's because it is foolish.' Flamose says to me.

'Look, one set of thoughts is enough.' I say to Flamose in the empty black space within my mind.

'Maybe if I could go somewhere in here!' Flamose yells to me.

"That's because it is foolish." Kisira says.

"I just wish I understood more. Why do the elves kidnap our people?" Serra asks.

"That's what we need to figure out." I say.

"So what is the idea when we get there?" Kisira asks.

"I want my people back." I reply.

"Yep. Just like my hot-shot. Gotta be a hero." Kisira laughs lightly. "Some things never change."

I can feel a strong glow of warmth flow through my body. It washes over me and sweeps my aches away from the daily life I’ve known. It seems I am slowly understanding what is true to the inside soul I have. I can feel the interior of myself vibrating with anticipation. Almost as if I am being truly awakened.

"But he has a point!" Serra nudges against Kisira's arm. Kisira is a fair bit taller than Serra.

"I know he does." Kisira replies and I laugh as Serra still is pushing into Kisira's arm. The look of this all is like a child to her mother. I laugh.

“So we go, see the elves, get our people home.” I say.

"You really have no idea what's out there beyond your little village, do you?" Kisira returns to a serious note.

"First day away from it. To be blatantly honest." I say.

"Guess that means we need a plan.” Kisira says, hand placed flat on the wall as she lets it take all of her weight.

She is right. We need a plan. I haven’t any knowledge besides the bit provided by our ancestors in the settlement. It seems only legends are true even. Tales of Kisira showing ways to safety. There are many tales of her in this world, as we know.

"Right." Me and Serra say simultaneously.

It is only right that we think this through. We know nothing of the pointed eared ones and we must get our people back. Our village sees everyone as important to us. We need to act soon, before too late, as I fear it may already be.

I can't believe this is all happening. It seems like I'm just a vessel of the being behind all of us. I feel so small in comparison. I haven't done anything grand, nor have I any idea of my purpose. Yet here I am Serra and Kisira with me. Kisira, the Goddess of this world, the one who aided in the world's birth.

It is an old legend, but she and the first beings of this world had an enormous celebration. This was all mentioned by our elders passed down about the green bonfire. We all try to understand how fire was evergreen, yet apparently it was so, by the blessing of Kisira. She was a significant role in what my village has passed on to me for knowledge.

"So, what's the best equipment your village has?" Kisira asks Serra and I.

"Well, we have harvesting tools. Of stone and wood." I say.

"So you have no metalworking?" She asks.

"What is that?" I ask. Serra is standing in utter confusion. She hasn't any idea what that may be either. We have heard rumours of some figuring out to make protective layers. Typically, that resulted in a conclusion of madness upon the person.

"Let's not get too into it. You are still in the primitive stages, it seems." Kisira says.

"What's that mean?" Serra asks.

"Well, you haven't discovered how to work metals yet. I can assume you probably are still in the hunter and gatherer stages." She says in a flat tone.

"Well, yes." Serra sighs. "That's what we do."

"So, you are still in the primitive stages?" She sighs. "You will advance as you accept ideas and develop as a race."

"Okay..." I say.

'Listen to her. If need be, I will explain.' I can hear Flamose echoes in my mind.

"You will discover many things, such as taming, clothing or, as you call coverings. You will eventually develop a society. Much like my old world had.” Kisira says.

"Okay, so we have a lot to learn yet." Serra huffs.

"I don't think she means it in ill will, Serra." I say.

"This is true. I mean nothing by it. I just state my observations. However, this means we also know where the elven race stands. They have already developed a society. As has the mining race, the dwarves. You are a younger race though, however, you also are more exposed to the elements, making survival more difficult. The elves had their advanced minds to create items. The dwarves were obsessed with staying warm and so the dug deep within the soils. That is why your village has likely little information on them." She explains to us.

"It's so you can help make this plan to get to the elves, right? So we may save our missing people?" I ask.

"Right." Kisira says.

'There you go lad.' Flamose sounds closer than ever in my head.

"So, we need to blend in." Serra says. She makes gestures to her coverings.

"Fine." I sigh.

"Allow me." Kisira walks to me.

She looks me over. It's not even in an instinctual way, as I am used to. However, analytical. She circles me once. I take a deep breath. Her hands rest on my shoulders. She closes her eyes. Slowly, a soft creeping fur flows over my body. The tingling sensation has me laughing lightly. Serra is hiding a laugh beside me. She also flushes. Perhaps she felt similar when going through this.

Kisira lifts her hands from my shoulders. She walks back and raises her hands to make a crystalline wall. It reflects my image, which I had not seen until now. I stand an average height, fairly close to Serra’s height. My hair is deep brown, like dark oak wood, my eyes deep and match the colour. My skin is that of an olive tone and I can actually see my muscle mass. I'm fit, fairly small considering I eat a fair bit, usually.

I find myself quickly wrapping in the brown furs that seem quite warm to me. I find myself fascinated. We seem as if we may be able to even be warm in the nighttime with such things. If only all of us had known sooner. We need to bring this knowledge home with our fellow humans.

We all move back into the main room and Kisira and Serra return to what they had been up to while I was unconscious. The air smells rather fluent, with multitudes of wavering aromas. Many make my mouth water as the instinct I have been denying kicks in.

My stomach growls. I haven't eaten since the night before I left the village. I can't even really recall what at the moment. Serra giggles. The crystalline mirror turns to powder, which fades into nothingness. I am mesmerized by the sight. Before I can think of anything else, I have a plate with some flowers, roots, berries, and a slab of something brown. I have never seen it before, but I think it's worth a shot.

I grab the slab, and it's hot. I groan and drop the meat back onto the plate. Sure, our plates are but flat stones, but it is something. I try the yellow flower and it simply is very wet and bitter. I am not such a fan of it, but none the less I eat it. I grab my plate and sit down. Kisira just shakes her head. I suppose I just don't get what she does.

"The meat is cooked, hence the colour and temperature." Kisira explains.

"Cooked?" I wonder a moment.

"It's just putting things together and making them warm. Sometimes it changes the taste too!" Kisira grins.

I try some of the blue tinted berries, which hit the taste buds strong with its sweet taste. The after image of it being a harsh tang. I don't have a clue what I am eating, but it's likely to be safe. Kisira, after all, is the one we have proof of God's existing elsewhere too. She, I doubt, would portray as a murderer to the creations born to this world.

"Galik would've loved those. He liked the sour fruits." Kisira says.

With her saying that, I again am tossed into a seat in my own mind to witness this. Flamose has taken my body over once more. I do find this irritating, but I suppose there's always something to be known. He hasn't talked with her for over one hundred years.

"Galik... How did he die?" Flamose says. my voice is being used in a deep rumble. I didn't think I had that range of vocals.

"He died trying to make sure I got out of the castle. We made it outside, but that castle, Flamose, you were right. It was alive." Kisira sighs.

"So he fought it."

"To try to save me and Keita." She admits.

"Damn."

"So, Flamose is the deep rumbly voice? Then Shino is the regular voice I know?" Serra asks.

"Yes. Sorry, I suppose I should introduce myself formally. I am Flamose, the king of the Draconus." He says to her. I still can't believe this is possible.

"So, does that mean Shino can do magic stuff?" Serra asks.

I can feel him widening my eyes. I also am surprised by the question. For once, Serra asked a question none of us thought about. I am impressed. I thought he may have had blessed me in this life in some way. It feels like i can activate something deep within, I just need to learn how.

"Well, I can't say for sure." Flamose admits.

"But, it is possible." Kisira chimes in.

'Oh God, don't kiss her with my body, please,' I request.

"So then we can find out. So, we need Shino back, so we can head to the elves. Let's continue this later." Serra requests.

May the gods bless her for evading the situation I did not want. Flamose surrenders my body back. I feel a bit nauseated. This has to remain once in a while, not a regular thing. She has a point though. We are able to see if I can use his abilities. It would be rather interesting, to say the least.

"Oh, that's exhausting." I say.

"I would assume so. A primordial being fronting in a mortal being would be a task." Kisira says. "The elves may even be able to aid us with that dilemma." She smiles. "Then Flamose can meet Kira and Gaia, named after the world we live in" She adds.

“Which is why I’m wearing this?” I ask.

“Partially. I also don’t need you freezing to death in the mountains.” Kisira says.

“We are going into the mountains?” Serra asks.

“Yes.” Kisira nods quickly.