The Khanjar Club

   

* I'll be adding to this one and will repost as I do.

The End

    All civil society had come to a full stop a year ago. It had happened faster than expected by most. At night the others would come out and light fires and attack their own people, logic and reason seemed to be erased from their minds. The Hegemony was being run by a horde that seemed to be made of senseless drones. It was wielding the hammer on the free, one at a time they pounded individuals in to conformity of thought. During the day the sun shined brightly. The others had been told it was grey and the end was always near. The truth though was that they were in Eden. 

The Khanjar Club

    There was a thump in the back ground, the beat of a deep drum, noise of voices and discourse in tandem. Lamps lit, odorless smoke wafted through the dim lights, chairs filled with crossed feet and elbows on knees. Sometimes someone would play the piano in the corner. There was a faint smell of vinegar, char and magic in the air. This was the place to speak openly, free of the shunning. This was the Khunjar Club; where they learned to read minds and souls, the art of communication and war. 

There was a social aspect to the club but there was also providence. You also had to know how to speak Truth in the silent language. 

Members were looking for ways to waken the others. With hidden technology through space, air and speech they were able to revert attention to the light through conversion.

    People looking for the correct questions and reaching for the answers. Some said it was their free place, their free space, it was like a crystal beacon where words and thoughts streamed live. Members had a saying, 'never be the smartest person in the room, or you are in the wrong room'

    The Club was run by a short haired sprite, quickly moving to and fro. A scar on her left cheek, one of her many markings of days gone by, always back straight and head high. She asked questions and spoke in illusion to the past like she had lived every moment. She had a touch of honey badger and wasn't afraid of the snakes but a mouth that bit softly.

 

I shall continue...

One day I'll tell you a story

Be still and listen