I wanted to start writing again and I started working on research, and a rough outline. I finished the prologue today. I wrote the first couple paragraphs (and then changed them) while sitting in my car in a doctor's office parking lot! Well here it is, let me know how it looks so far:

EDIT: put 2 returns for each paragraph because I can't get the board to acknowledge indents.

Book1

Prologue

High above the world I sit and watch them. The screens show me the people, the monsters, the animals. The people are farmers tending to their fields, soldiers who stand guard at their town gates, diplomats who scurry to far away provinces to secure whatever it is they are sent for. The monsters, some of which we created, such as the winged nightmare who controls the skies in the mountainous regions. Perhaps once these beasts may have been a distant cousin before our ancestors subjected them to cruel experiments. They are at the top of the food chain now, perhaps if we hadn't gave up on them they could have become domesticated. Even our soldiers are afraid of them. Other such creations, elsewhere thought to be mere legend or myth, are hunted by the societies of the Adam. In my younger years, even watching how these creatures behaved had interested me, but that was a long time ago.

I've sat here watching the world for nearly sixty years. Soon a new egg will hatch from the incubator with my replacement. The computers will train him to master the tasks in which I have mastered. Very soon now he will be needed when the Masters arrive. They shall stop here on their way to The Eridu. I am fortunate that I will witness this great event, as the others that hatched before me have spent their whole lives merely watching this world. Hmmm... The Masters have been travelling for a long time. I will do my best to welcome them and can only hope that the Society of Adam does the same. They have been at peace for my entire cycle, ever since the Traveller came and united all the lands.

It is an interesting story about that Traveller, as the Adam has called him. He came through one of the doorways we had set up long ago to save dying species. He was, evidently, some sort of war hero on his world. The Adam respected him greatly, enough to allow him a presence in their governments. There was a short period of wars against the rogue nations, but soon after there was a worldwide peace. He has sinced died but had born a son who now rules in his place.

I still wonder about this Traveller.... It is obvious he had come from The Eridu. It is unfortunate that I cannot communicate with our brothers and sisters on The Eridu. We had first arrived by invitation from our earthen brothers, who came to this system many thousands of years ago. When we arrived, we found the Creators had control of the Eridu. They welcomed our arrival and we had years of good relations. In time they allowed us to assist them in their control. Soon, their great star had left their people behind and a mistrust had occurred. The Creators had found something on the Eridu but wished to keep it from their great star.

Even our own people were split among the Creators themselves. Some had wished to keep this mystery prize while others wished for it to be returned to The AN. The Great War had thus occurred and we lost most of our ships. The lands of the Creators were destroyed by fantastic weapons and our people had scattered into the underground. When the great star had finally returned, The AN took back all his peoples and the Creators left the Eridu. They had also abandoned this world as well, although it doesn't seem that they had done much here. This place I find myself in now is a relic of their past, a great Watcher platform orbiting the world.

I have read this many times over again, these histories we kept in this computer. It is a tiresome job to watch this world, especially in times of their peace. The records show that many of our remaining ships had gone to the Red World, some to the Satellite while the others went back to The House to bring back the fleet to fight the Creators. I remember they day, nineteen years ago, when our people on the Red World sent this place a message. They were worried because the Adam of Eridu had sent a robot to visit the Red World. So that they were not found, they had escaped to the orbiters instead of attacking it, not being able to act on their own accord. With no contact with the Eridu, they did not know if our warriors had sent this robot. I was not able to do much other than record their message and make them know that it could not be a weapon. Sure enough, they later reported this robot merely took pictures of the ground. They were baffled by this but they were also frightened. We still lived with the memory of the Creators and their fantastic weapons.

While I could speak to them, they told me of other happenings regarding the Adam. They had received a notice, over ten year prior, that the Adam sent their people to the Satellite. Our brothers and sisters there were also worried that they would be located, but that did not seem to happen. It would have been nice if I had contact with our people on The Eridu, but there is no signal around The Star that separates us. Sometimes I can get a signal from the Red World, but never from the Satellite.

At times I had wondered, if the Adam could now reach The Space, then could they have found this place? When they sent out their robots to explore The Space, or the Red World, could it have seen this world? For some reason, and this is confirmed by relayed transmissions from the Satellite, that the Adam is foolish. They cannot be launching their empty rockets with the consent or our warriors. Or perhaps.... The Satellite tells a tale that these rockets take pictures and record particles and transmit digits back to the Eridu. The rockets only collect their data on their targets, if they had looked back they may have seen this world. Or perhaps, they would think this was their world. Oh and what is this?

The computer makes a beeping sound just now. An incoming transmission? Yes... yes it is. The source is resolving... not the Red World.... but where? I am impatient, when something exciting happens.... I shall wait.... The transmission is our code and the correct security words were used. Words appear on the screen, but I cannot read them. I recognise these words? The computer makes a different beep, it has resolved the source. It is a ship, but it is not registered in the databanks. These words on the screen.... I see it now. I cannot read the pictures that the Invisibles use in their speak. I shall have the computer translate for me.

It says the ship will arrive in six hours.... The computer beeps again to tell me it has completed the translation. It is not a message intended for reading, or at least, in a way where two things would speak to each other. It is only their source and destination. I should have expected as much, as the Invisibles could be considered mindless robots themselves. The screen now shows me something I can see. This ship is a scout, and a relay beacon for the.... what is this word? Trees? Sometimes their language does not translate well for us. They seem to understand us quite well in any case. I send an acknowledgement to them, which they should relay back to... well whatever it is they are relaying to.

Ships do not visit this Place often... I should say this is the first to be recorded in our own language in this computer. Perhaps it is a scout for the fleet? Are they coming at last? I do have six hours to go now, and I am not getting any younger. Perhaps if I was on the Eridu or the world below, I would be more fit than I am here in this Place. It doesn't matter anyways. Even if this were not to happen today, my actions would be the same. I shall go awaken my replacement and start his training.

Note: I have considered looking for a co-author...

Chapter 1
High atop a mountain lies a castle. The roads up to it are bustling with soldiers. Flags and signs are being torn down and new ones are being put up in their place. These flags, green with a coiled snake upon them, replace the black flags with a white outline of the world. This was the symbol of Agharta. The black symbolises the dark regions, areas where the sun is in total eclipse at all times. There are ten known areas in which this happens. This, however, is not one of them. It is a bright sunny day, with a deep blue sky and few clouds. Looking east there is a dark shape in the sky, a bright light shines above it, one of the heavenly discs that orbit the world with no moon.
Normally there would be no soldiers along the road to the castle, but today there is a triumph. Great warriors came from the sky and brought war to this peaceful world. After two years of war, the legions of Atvatabar had fallen and the capital city of Shamballah sent their envoys to the invading force to give their surrender. Had the Leader still lived, they would have continued to fight on. These people were not built for war. Their lands had been united years ago and they had no reason to keep a standing army any longer. The citizens of Atvatabar could only watch in horror as the invaders marched upon the castle. They knew this day was inevitable, especially once news of the only other populated continents destruction had reached them.
The invaders made sure that the citizens knew exactly what their intentions were. They were conquerors, and came to the castle to execute the leaders of the world. Their minstrels ran ahead with the scouts, singing songs about the great legion of the Dragon and how the common folk were better off under their control. Ah... control... This is not a term that the recently usurped leadership had used. The people were free, but their freedom was now over. They were destined to become slaves, just as had happened to the countless other peoples on the countless other worlds that were conquered before this one.
Long after the minstrels sang their melodies in the Language of the One, a large army had come to the castle. They brought with them waggons full of prisoners. The common man must have wondered why prisoners were brought there. There was no prison. Confinement, however, was not their fate. Ahead of the large prisoner wagons ten members walked defiant towards the castle. These were the only remaining generals of the old armies. The invaders knew they must take them alive so that they could show the people how they had surrendered. The larger mass of prisoners were executed along the way, leaving a trail of blood all along the road.
This was when the common man noticed something about their fellows. Many different types of creatures existed here, and among them, the lizard people. The lizard people had lived here as long as man could remember. The first remaining written records showed both the lizard and the human living together, but now the lizard people acted as if they were better than the human. Perhaps it was because the invaders from the sky were also lizard people.
The castle itself suffered no damage, as no conflict had occurred there. The invaders had wished to keep it intact, as it seemed to act as some sort of holy city to them. The ten captives were led into the grand throne room. There was no king or queen sitting in the chair. The person who had kept this position disappeared just after the signal of surrender was given. The citizens saw this as a sign that all hope was lost, and that their leader was a coward. Other rumors had circulated that she was assassinated or kidnapped by the lizard people.
Sitting in the throne now was a lizard man wearing dark green armor. He was surrounded by his comrades and they gazed upon the new prisoners. They were pushed ahead of the guards at spearpoint. Now these fallen leaders stood between their jailors and their judges. Through the door strode the commander of the visiting army. He wore armor similar to the creature sitting on the throne, but it was darker in color. Stained in blood. He walked past the group of prisoners and towards the throne. He bowed down before the creature sitting there and began to speak.
"En Zahhak, I have brought to you the remains of the Agharta leadership." he said while still on his knee. The creature on the throne leaned forward a little.
"You may rise to stand beside me, Gibil. Tell me of these beings and what you have learned." The creature said. Gibil stood up and walked over to the left side of En Zahhak. He gestured to the prisoners.
"These are ten of the thirteen regional leaders. We have discovered that our calculations were incorrect when concerning how their provinces would be divided. They are, more or less, similar to the records from our last visit." Gibil noted.
"To say," another lizard man came up from behind, and moved to the left of Gibil. "That they recognise the importance of the entryways, it is quite unexpected!"
"Buzur!" En Zahhak turned his head towards the newcomer. He was about to scold him but decided it would be unwise to show any form or weakness to the prisoners. Buzur would have to been dealt with later, he thought. "I was open to your information, but knew it may be incorrect." He turned back to the prisoners. "Carry on, Gibil."
"Yes, En. We captured these leaders from ten of the provinces. However, the Cold Place was inhabited by The Adam of Eridu. It was decided to not approach them until we can receive contact from our warriors there." Buzur said.
"So, the Cold Place was the only time you encountered those of Eridu? How can you be certain that the Adam in this province are not one in the same?" En Zahhak asked. Gibil looked to Buzur to answer.
"These of the Adam, En" Buzur began, "did not speak the Language of One. They spoke a tongue from Eridu. They had machines in the sea and the air. They had control of the atom. The Adam of this world has no such power."
"Also, when we entered Shonshe, we encountered resistance but learned of no command authority." Gibil said.
"En, the documents we have recovered note that a structural pattern of governing is used." Buzur said. "There should have been a leader in Shonshe, and also here, but there was none."
"Oh?" En Zahhak scratched the side of his helmet. "What do these documents say of The Cold Place?"
"It was noted approximately 40 revolves ago that the Cold Place was haunted by the ghosts. It was to be left alone."
"Well.. It would seem that whoever was at the top of the food chain knew of the Adam of the Eridu there."
"Yes, but there is no leader on the pyramid that we can find. Surely he would have tried to fight us!"
"Unless we did and he was weak" Gibil interjected, "Or he was not here."
"Not likely. The Adam seem to have great respect for their leader. He is noted here by name!"
"A Name?" En Zahhak grew attentive. "What is it? I shall create a reward for this leader!"
"His name was Lord Alexis." Buzur stated. He noted that the prisoners before them appeared uneasy. Typically, matters of war were not to be discussed in front of prisoners, but these would not be able to do anything with the information anyways.
"Well then, Buzur get on that reward. Have the minstrels sing about it. Find some large amount of gold somewhere, or whatever these people use for trade. Offer that for bringing him in." En Zahhak looked excited, but then he calmed. Buzur left quickly. "So, Gibil, introduce me to these things. Their names are required to be noted..." he motioned to a spearman to his right, who laid down his spear and produced a scroll of parchment and a writing instrument. "In order to complete the ceremony."
"Form a line!" Gibil barked to the prisoners. They obeyed blindly. They were taught to obey once captured. They were taught to speak of all things, as there was no need for secrecy, but no one ever asked them any questions. "This is a better arrangement." Gibil stepped down from the side of the throne and down to the line of prisoners. "Starting on the left," He moved to the left of the line. He crossed his arms. "Mara, Empress of Posid; Retz, Baron of Epomeo; Iblis, Leader of Mangus; Laval, Controller of Yucat; Rais, Controller of Germania Superior; Apop, Leader of the Darklands; Barati, Empress of Telos; Sixtus, Leader of the Spirit Land and Yasna, Empress of Giza."
"The Darklands?" En Zahhak asked.
"It seems to be a local name." Gibil surmised. Buzur could have told of the original name. "The same with 'The Spirit Land'...." Gibil rolled his eyes, then felt immediately foolish. He then calmed himself when En Zahhak let out a great sigh.
"Guards! Send for the Utu!" En Zahhak stiffened up as he proclaimed. "Also, send word to our station. Speak to the Pabil, inform him to move the closest Power Disc over this place." A few guards left immediately.