D.A.N.
Destroy All Neanderthal
Original Prehistoric Fiction
Written by Zath
Edited by DJ Hadoken 7
Episode 6
The exiled king of the Humans, Manking, tried to remember the instructions he received from that mysterious apparition that resembled a bearded old man holding a stone club.
“You must travel to where four rivers flow out.
They do not behave as most rivers do.”
He traveled south to where
the bearded old man
said the first river should be. It took him days of walking but he reached a
place that looked as what
the bearded old man
had described.
Manking thought to himself, “This river is odd. There are no mountains to the east or to the west...”
He did not know what direction to go for he did not know where the river was coming from or where it ended. So he waited until nightfall because he remembered what the bearded old man said to him next.
Manking thought to himself, “This river is odd. There are no mountains to the east or to the west...”
He did not know what direction to go for he did not know where the river was coming from or where it ended. So he waited until nightfall because he remembered what the bearded old man said to him next.
“In the night sky there are four stars which form a cross.
The long end of the cross points north, which is actually the true
south.
At midnight the place will be underneath this.”
Manking saw the cross and by morning he started walking towards where it was.
He followed the river and it started to grow dark. There was a twinkling orange flame that lit up the area. And behind the flame a blue beam of light cut into the sky.
He followed the river and it started to grow dark. There was a twinkling orange flame that lit up the area. And behind the flame a blue beam of light cut into the sky.
He walked up to the light. And as he stared, he tried to make out what was
behind the orange flame.
There was a gate. And in front of that gate was a winged entity, and the
orange flame was from the sword it held in front of itself.
It was a disproportionately big sword. Somewhat longer than a normal sword and
six times as wide.
“You may not pass. This is forbidden ground,” the winged entity said.
Manking was confused. He then noticed that the area he was in was of the
fabled place. The place referred to as The Fabled Land of Old.
There were trees of all sorts never seen or heard of before. Animals of all
sorts.
“What are you?” he asked the winged entity.
“A winged servant of the great creator who lives in the sky.”
“What are you?” he asked the winged entity.
“A winged servant of the great creator who lives in the sky.”
Suddenly, Manking felt this winged entity could not be trusted. “Of Mordica
you’re not, for Mordica resides on Earth.”
The winged entity calmly stared at Manking and responded, “The one you call lord Mordica is a false creator who tricked you and your mother and father long ago.”
“Let me through!” Manking demanded.
The winged entity readied itself for battle and said to Manking, “The only way you can go through is if you let yourself through.”
The winged entity calmly stared at Manking and responded, “The one you call lord Mordica is a false creator who tricked you and your mother and father long ago.”
“Let me through!” Manking demanded.
The winged entity readied itself for battle and said to Manking, “The only way you can go through is if you let yourself through.”
Manking took out his short spear and prepared to lunge. “Come on! You want a
piece of this? You overgrown pigeon!
I’ve cut down Neanderthals
with more eggs than you!” Manking growled.
The winged entity raised its sword and Manking could feel the heat from its
flame. It was like no other heat he’d ever felt.
He lunged forward, but the winged entity’s sword emitted some sort of force
field that threw him back as it swung.
Manking tried again. This time, the winged entity’s sword and his short spear
made contact. The spear started to glow redder and redder, then orange.
“AHHHHHHH!” Manking yelled as the glowing metal singed his flesh. He threw the
short spear to the ground and was feeling hopeless. The winged entity just
stood there, ready to defend this place.
Then Manking had a vision. It was an image of the lord Mordica. His hand involuntarily started to move. It stuck out at the winged entity. Manking did not understand what was happening.
Then Manking had a vision. It was an image of the lord Mordica. His hand involuntarily started to move. It stuck out at the winged entity. Manking did not understand what was happening.
Then the mark on Manking’s hand started to glow orange. “AHHHHHHHHH,” Manking
shouted.
Then he watched as the winged entity suddenly took its own sword and stabbed
itself. The winged entity started fading away. And then it disappeared into
non-existence.
Only the sword was left. Manking took it and went into the place.
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“In this place there is a tree that grew from my corpse.
There is much life in and around this tree.
You must only disturb this tree,
for if not my body will be turned to ash and all will be lost.
When you find this tree, eat the fruit from it if you like,
for it will give you immortal life.
But be weary of the other tree
for it is a trickster disguised as the real one.”
Manking was careful in choosing the tree.
He noticed the first tree, which was very vibrant. It had red fruit on it. It
was the most favorable of all trees.
He went to pluck one of its fruit when he noticed that one of the fruits has
already been plucked.
A serpent then appeared, slithering down the branches of the tree and it
spoke, “Pluck one and eat it if you’d like, it won’t change things.” Manking
stayed away and started looking for the other tree.
He found one that was very vibrant as well, but with brown fruit. He doubted the tree but then remembered what the bearded old man had said. So he took one of the fruits and ate it.
He found one that was very vibrant as well, but with brown fruit. He doubted the tree but then remembered what the bearded old man had said. So he took one of the fruits and ate it.
He felt something that he had never felt in his life, like if his body was
glowing, so he smiled.
“Underneath the tree is my body.
You must remove it without damaging the tree,
for if the tree is damaged then my body will be damaged,
since it is a part of me.”
He did this and tried to be careful and remember what
the bearded old man
said to him.
“Inside my body there are two books.
The Book of the Good, which is underneath my heart,
and The Book of the Wicked, which is underneath my right lung,
which I made black with my sinning.
The books contain stories that I’ve envisioned
through hundreds of years of meditation.
BE CAREFUL IN REMOVING THE BOOKS.
For if you spill my charred blood on The Book of the Wicked,
you will curse it and anyone who reads it.
And you will also make the stories within it come to full fruition.
And do not spill the blood of my heart on The Book of the Good,
for you will neutralize it and its stories will never come true,
because my heart also has some of my charred blood within it.”
Manking dug the ground and carefully removed the body from underneath the tree.
The roots of the tree were connected to the bearded old man’s body. He wiped
the dirt from the body and a stone club that was next to it. Getting a closer
look, he realized that this was none other than a Neanderthal.
“A Neanderthal? I don’t understand,” not wasting any time, he took his short
spear and made the incisions that
the bearded old man
suggested.
He then opened the bearded old man’s chest and saw the two books hidden
underneath some organs.
He first tried to remove the book that was underneath the blackened right
lung. He started to move the lung, but it burst right before his very eyes.
“NO NO NO!”
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The black, charred blood spilled on the book and Manking quickly tried to
remove it. But immediately, the blood dried and it left a stain on the cover
and the pages. It also dried on his hands. He tried washing it but it did not
come off.
Now, knowing how fragile the bearded old man’s organs were, he took out the
other book with much care.
As Manking stood with the two books now in his hands, the apparition of
the bearded old man, holding a stone club, appeared before him as if out of thin air.
“Hello again, Manking,” the apparition of the bearded old man greeted him calmly.
However, Manking was distressed, “Bearded old man, I don’t understand. You’re a Neanderthal?”
The apparition of the bearded old man floated in front of him, “Yes, you see, I was the first of those called Simians, whom the creator took from the northern land and placed into The Fabled Land of Old. For you see, The Fabled Land of Old was a project.
“Hello again, Manking,” the apparition of the bearded old man greeted him calmly.
However, Manking was distressed, “Bearded old man, I don’t understand. You’re a Neanderthal?”
The apparition of the bearded old man floated in front of him, “Yes, you see, I was the first of those called Simians, whom the creator took from the northern land and placed into The Fabled Land of Old. For you see, The Fabled Land of Old was a project.
“When the creator was done with me, the creator then took a Simian from the
eastern land and created a Neanderthal Erectus, who would later disappear back
to the east. And your father, well, he was the last.”
Manking had never heard this before. He asked, “My father?”
“Yes, me and the Neanderthal Erectus were just prototypes.
Manking had never heard this before. He asked, “My father?”
“Yes, me and the Neanderthal Erectus were just prototypes.
“So you are right when you Humans say that you are the chosen race. But that
doesn’t mean we can’t get along.
“Anyway, as I said, I was the first. And with a helper mate I created a
family. But one day, a serpent tricked me into eating fruit from the forbidden
tree.
“Realizing what I’d done, I sent my family to leave The Fabled Land of Old and
return north, so that the curse of having the knowledge of good and evil
resided only in my mind.
“With that knowledge I wrote these two books. Read them, for you must create
the third book: ’The Book of the Twain’.
“And now, I instruct that you destroy this tree,” the apparition of
the bearded old man
gestured with his stone club towards the tree.
Manking was confused. “Destroy it? Are you mad?”
The apparition of the bearded old man quickly turned towards Manking again and yelled.
“FOOL! DO AS I SAY.
THIS TREE WILL CURSE ANY MAN WHO EATS ITS FRUIT.
FOR HAVING THE CURSE OF THE KNOWLEDGE OF GOOD AND EVIL,
MAKES IMMORTALITY A HEAVIER CURSE.”
Manking, realizing that he had been misled, was enraged, “Why wasn’t I told about this!?”
The apparition of the bearded old man laughed and said, “You, my friend, already have the heaviest curse of all. That’s why I chose you for this quest. Now I must go, for my spirit is fleeting,” the apparition of the bearded old man faded away.
Manking looked at the tree with disdain and thought to himself, “If I am
cursed, then it is only fair for others to be as well.”
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