Your support makes Blue Moon possible (Patreon)CHAPTER 1: TRANSPLANT
EARTH- 3200 BC
ANCIENT EGYPT- ONE HUNDRED YEARS BEFORE IT'S UNIFICATION
The moonlight shone upon the village in a glittering light as the wind howled through the streets, those who were not yet asleep at the time and were out travelling had to cover their faces so as not to get sand in unwelcome places. One such man was in more of a rush than the others as he hurried along towards one of the largest of the cloth tent dwellings, he tried to protect his face, but the oblong wooden box he was heaving about was too heavy for such an act. No matter though, for within a few moments he had brushed the canvas entrance aside and dropped to his knees, apparently within a circle of other men and women who were on their knees as well.
Between each person who was ordained in exquisite jewelery were wax candles several inches tall that were lit and flickering despite the only movement coming from this man, he set the wooden crate in the center and took his place among the center. In a uniform motion they all took to a cross legged position and bowed their heads, closing their eyes and they began to hum in a low key, and soon enough what was in the box began to glow a bright white light that escaped the cracks and crevices of the container. Then one by one, the priests' bodies were enveloped in a brilliant blue light that sent out tendrils to connect with one another in an upwards fashion before the unified beam of energy surged down into the box and upwards, ripping a hole in the tent and going ever skyward.
At a high altitude that everybody in this day and age thought to be the heavens, the beam of energy began to open up and create a portal between our world and another, alien one. There was no light in this realm, only pure darkness that pierced the night sky and then as one, everyone that lived in this village and the ones that were miles around began to scream in abject terror and despair. Descending from this portal was a humanoid shape with dark blue skin, but where a head should be were instead thousands of tentacles with their own eyes and mouths, it's long arms outstretched in a cold, welcoming embrace.
As this ungodly monster descended, in the village square a brilliant white light erupted like a dome and then vanished, leaving a group of figures in it's wake, one of whom was covered in a dark red living armor, in one hand was a sword made of blood and in the other was a stone tablet.
The group had to turn away from the behemoth so as to not be affected by it, and the armored figure raised it's tablet and spoke loudly yet calmly over the horrendous torrential screaming. "Pa Gon Drux Gal!" The tablet lit up with strange symbols in a bright red light and it shot a ball of energy towards the towering eldritch God who became centered with a yellow Enochian binding spell, causing it unable to move in any direction. The beast roared with fury, causing this group to double over in pain, and the blood covered knight raised it's tablet once more, "Veh Med Drux Gisg Un Gon Drux" once more the tablet lit up with the red energy and shot at the beastly thing, causing it to shrink in stature ever downwards towards the ripped up tent and the glowing priests and priestesses.
This beast was using their life energy to sustain itself, so in a matter of minutes they had aged several decades. Finally, the beast was so small that it fell through the cracks of the wooden box and the blue lights vanished...
2023- SEATTLE WASHINGTON
WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY OF MEDICINE
https://youtu.be/KQetemT1sWc
The alarm clock was what woke Ethan up, which he was grateful for this time around, so with a smile on his face he rolled out of bed and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as his noise cancelling headphones and slipped on a random t-shirt before heading out of his dorm towards the co-ed bathrooms. It was like another world in this hallway he felt like as he rounded a corner into the bathroom, even with his headphones he could hear the high "lubs" and the low "dubs" beyond the doors and walls, and it unnerved him and made him jump with anxiety. As he set to brushing his teeth, he tried to not engage with the other early morning risers who he could hear before he could see, then he hopped into the shower, and steeled his gaze from the pretty girls who waltzed in, unlike his normal male classmates.
After his shower, he grabbed his backpack with his laptop and other materials, then his bike helmet and bike lock and locked up his dorm door before making his way outside where his street bike was chained up against a "Reserved For Bikes" sign, but someone had graffited "Maggie Bitch" which he had to look at every time he had class. Trying to put it out of his mind, he rode though the small roadways and weaved around students, trying not to get choked up with anxiety, he tried the deep breathing exercises his therapist told him about last week, but they barely helped at all. He made his way to his first class of the day after locking his bike up once more, all of a sudden the weather quickly changed from just barely being sunny to a torrential downpour. The rain that descended seemed to slam against the classroom lab windows in an angry fashion, sounding like a loud cracking with each connection.
Ethan Miller stole a glance away from his pig cadaver that he and the class were dissecting and glanced at the window nearest him, most people were ignorant about it, but Ethan knew deep down that this was no ordinary rainstorm, some magician somewhere was having a bad day. The class instructor was droning on about the different anatomical parts of the pig, but Ethan had to struggle to listen through his noise cancelling headphones, he had to wear them or the overbearing sound of rushing blood in the student's bodies standing around him would drive him nuts, but again he had to remind himself that this was the life he chose as a hemonancer.
Closing his eyes in a grimace, he bent over against the metal table causing his lab partner, whom he didn't know, to take notice and then slowly others started to stare until the instructor stopped the lesson and started towards him. Usually he could push through the loudness, usually he just had to focus on something else entirely, or escape the situation, but he had already used up too many excuses and was in danger of failing this class and his dream of being in the medical field, so now his choices were twofold. The first of which was to quiet the rushing, make the blood go still, but that would kill everybody, so he just had to push through it.
Gritting his teeth he looked up to watch his instructor move towards him, but everything around him started to move so slow, it was like a crawl- he looked out the window and rain looked like little liquid comets slamming into the glass in slow motion, and then it all stopped and resting in his hand was a letter addressed to him in this very room in a peach colored envelope. "It can't be," Ethan spoke quietly as he opened the letter precariously and pulled out the parchment.
Dear Ethan Miller, Congratulations you have been pre-approved for selection into The Clockmaster's University For Magical Aptitude. Upon completion of reading this letter you shall be transported to a land beyond time and space known as The Immortal Hills. There you shall be joined by others with similar auras as yourself and go through our rigorous interview process before you are to be greeted by The Grandfather of Time, The Clockmaster himself Alus Arador. This is a boarding school, where you will learn and live and create a life for eight years in the Immortal Hills, but in reality only five minutes shall pass upon your transportation, and all educational materials will be provided for you. Once more, congratulations on your selection as only eight million people (or Maggies that normies call us) have any sort of magical aptitude. See you in a moment.
Your Homeroom Teacher, Ms. Monik Maglon
When he finished reading, Ethan looked up and watched in awe as the world around him started to melt away like an old oil painting only to be quickly replaced by sand beneath his feet, the sound of an ocean behind his back, a stone staircase leading up the hill facing in front of him, and above him the sky was nearly clear with but a few clouds. It felt warm and quite save for the ocean, and as he looked up, he looked in amazement at the yellow Sun and the blue Sun shining their light into the morning sky. In the next moment, he watched as other individuals blinked into existence.
EARTH- 3200 BC
ANCIENT EGYPT- ONE HUNDRED YEARS BEFORE IT'S UNIFICATION
The moonlight shone upon the village in a glittering light as the wind howled through the streets, those who were not yet asleep at the time and were out travelling had to cover their faces so as not to get sand in unwelcome places. One such man was in more of a rush than the others as he hurried along towards one of the largest of the cloth tent dwellings, he tried to protect his face, but the oblong wooden box he was heaving about was too heavy for such an act. No matter though, for within a few moments he had brushed the canvas entrance aside and dropped to his knees, apparently within a circle of other men and women who were on their knees as well.
Between each person who was ordained in exquisite jewelery were wax candles several inches tall that were lit and flickering despite the only movement coming from this man, he set the wooden crate in the center and took his place among the center. In a uniform motion they all took to a cross legged position and bowed their heads, closing their eyes and they began to hum in a low key, and soon enough what was in the box began to glow a bright white light that escaped the cracks and crevices of the container. Then one by one, the priests' bodies were enveloped in a brilliant blue light that sent out tendrils to connect with one another in an upwards fashion before the unified beam of energy surged down into the box and upwards, ripping a hole in the tent and going ever skyward.
At a high altitude that everybody in this day and age thought to be the heavens, the beam of energy began to open up and create a portal between our world and another, alien one. There was no light in this realm, only pure darkness that pierced the night sky and then as one, everyone that lived in this village and the ones that were miles around began to scream in abject terror and despair. Descending from this portal was a humanoid shape with dark blue skin, but where a head should be were instead thousands of tentacles with their own eyes and mouths, it's long arms outstretched in a cold, welcoming embrace.
As this ungodly monster descended, in the village square a brilliant white light erupted like a dome and then vanished, leaving a group of figures in it's wake, one of whom was covered in a dark red living armor, in one hand was a sword made of blood and in the other was a stone tablet.
The group had to turn away from the behemoth so as to not be affected by it, and the armored figure raised it's tablet and spoke loudly yet calmly over the horrendous torrential screaming. "Pa Gon Drux Gal!" The tablet lit up with strange symbols in a bright red light and it shot a ball of energy towards the towering eldritch God who became centered with a yellow Enochian binding spell, causing it unable to move in any direction. The beast roared with fury, causing this group to double over in pain, and the blood covered knight raised it's tablet once more, "Veh Med Drux Gisg Un Gon Drux" once more the tablet lit up with the red energy and shot at the beastly thing, causing it to shrink in stature ever downwards towards the ripped up tent and the glowing priests and priestesses.
This beast was using their life energy to sustain itself, so in a matter of minutes they had aged several decades. Finally, the beast was so small that it fell through the cracks of the wooden box and the blue lights vanished...
2023- SEATTLE WASHINGTON
WASHINGTON UNIVERSITY OF MEDICINE
https://youtu.be/KQetemT1sWc
The alarm clock was what woke Ethan up, which he was grateful for this time around, so with a smile on his face he rolled out of bed and grabbed his toothbrush and toothpaste, as well as his noise cancelling headphones and slipped on a random t-shirt before heading out of his dorm towards the co-ed bathrooms. It was like another world in this hallway he felt like as he rounded a corner into the bathroom, even with his headphones he could hear the high "lubs" and the low "dubs" beyond the doors and walls, and it unnerved him and made him jump with anxiety. As he set to brushing his teeth, he tried to not engage with the other early morning risers who he could hear before he could see, then he hopped into the shower, and steeled his gaze from the pretty girls who waltzed in, unlike his normal male classmates.
After his shower, he grabbed his backpack with his laptop and other materials, then his bike helmet and bike lock and locked up his dorm door before making his way outside where his street bike was chained up against a "Reserved For Bikes" sign, but someone had graffited "Maggie Bitch" which he had to look at every time he had class. Trying to put it out of his mind, he rode though the small roadways and weaved around students, trying not to get choked up with anxiety, he tried the deep breathing exercises his therapist told him about last week, but they barely helped at all. He made his way to his first class of the day after locking his bike up once more, all of a sudden the weather quickly changed from just barely being sunny to a torrential downpour. The rain that descended seemed to slam against the classroom lab windows in an angry fashion, sounding like a loud cracking with each connection.
Ethan Miller stole a glance away from his pig cadaver that he and the class were dissecting and glanced at the window nearest him, most people were ignorant about it, but Ethan knew deep down that this was no ordinary rainstorm, some magician somewhere was having a bad day. The class instructor was droning on about the different anatomical parts of the pig, but Ethan had to struggle to listen through his noise cancelling headphones, he had to wear them or the overbearing sound of rushing blood in the student's bodies standing around him would drive him nuts, but again he had to remind himself that this was the life he chose as a hemonancer.
Closing his eyes in a grimace, he bent over against the metal table causing his lab partner, whom he didn't know, to take notice and then slowly others started to stare until the instructor stopped the lesson and started towards him. Usually he could push through the loudness, usually he just had to focus on something else entirely, or escape the situation, but he had already used up too many excuses and was in danger of failing this class and his dream of being in the medical field, so now his choices were twofold. The first of which was to quiet the rushing, make the blood go still, but that would kill everybody, so he just had to push through it.
Gritting his teeth he looked up to watch his instructor move towards him, but everything around him started to move so slow, it was like a crawl- he looked out the window and rain looked like little liquid comets slamming into the glass in slow motion, and then it all stopped and resting in his hand was a letter addressed to him in this very room in a peach colored envelope. "It can't be," Ethan spoke quietly as he opened the letter precariously and pulled out the parchment.
Dear Ethan Miller, Congratulations you have been pre-approved for selection into The Clockmaster's University For Magical Aptitude. Upon completion of reading this letter you shall be transported to a land beyond time and space known as The Immortal Hills. There you shall be joined by others with similar auras as yourself and go through our rigorous interview process before you are to be greeted by The Grandfather of Time, The Clockmaster himself Alus Arador. This is a boarding school, where you will learn and live and create a life for eight years in the Immortal Hills, but in reality only five minutes shall pass upon your transportation, and all educational materials will be provided for you. Once more, congratulations on your selection as only eight million people (or Maggies that normies call us) have any sort of magical aptitude. See you in a moment.
Your Homeroom Teacher, Ms. Monik Maglon
When he finished reading, Ethan looked up and watched in awe as the world around him started to melt away like an old oil painting only to be quickly replaced by sand beneath his feet, the sound of an ocean behind his back, a stone staircase leading up the hill facing in front of him, and above him the sky was nearly clear with but a few clouds. It felt warm and quite save for the ocean, and as he looked up, he looked in amazement at the yellow Sun and the blue Sun shining their light into the morning sky. In the next moment, he watched as other individuals blinked into existence.
