[ECHO]: Monk's Scalpel.

This story is a direct sequel to this one: www.flickr.com/photos/strintfire/6207596882/in/photostream

Previously, it was... pretty unreadable, so I corrected it, now it should be better. My english is shit thom so you will help me, if you will point to some mistakes.

 

The Spectre slowly floated from behind of the cliff, winking with bright yellow eyes.

Commander raised his fist. "Stop."

The Spectre was graceful, majestic.

 

Spectres are occasionally seen in the different corners of the planet. Usually they were immovable distant figures disappearing into nowhere, if someone will try to get closer.

However, some people saw them close enough to distinguish several basic external features - a long cloak (presumably tissued), metal collar or breastplate and large, not always anthropomorphic helmet.

These observations have allowed to identify a few monuments, found in different parts of the world with the Spectres. Monuments represent an "armor" of Spectre, opened like a flower and interwoven in an intricate design. Cloak always tosses over the monument, like a flag. Has been suggested that it is dead Spectres, although it isn’t clear how they could be killed – because those monuments are indestructible, scientists failed either to budge nor to damage them.

In a further researches this material demonstrated the ability to absorb the entire spectrum of light at certain angles of observation, so for this Spectres was named.

Later the material itself was called “deusite” for the unfathomable propeties.

However, later scientists found out that the esper’s nerves are covered with a thin layer of deusite, which gives them their powers, however, if deusite somehow separated from the body of the esper, it instantly evaporates and desintegrates, so it did not allow further researches.

 

Spectre was three meters tall, in the dark-purple cloak, covered with golden ornaments, his breastplate and helmet lookes like a polished silver, and four of his round eyes softly glowed with golden shine.

He slowly and carefully, under the wary eye on the squad, work free a long shiny tentacle from under the cloak and... waved with a six-fingered palm in a welcoming gesture.

- Kira, what’s happening? – commander asked.

Spectre, gaze swept (no one could figure out how he did it, not even moving his eyes) the team and stopped at Kira.

Looked right into her eyes. It was inexplicable, how the four lamps can look in the eyes, but so it was.

- I don’t know. – Kira clearly said.

And then the time seems stopped for her.

A voice started to sound in her head. Soft and deep, it wasn’t heard with ears, but with the mind, it wasn’t poured into her head, but arisen from within it.

"The time has come."

These were not the words, but the antecessors of words, pure meaning, unencumbered with the standards of language. Kira’s mind itself built it in the voice and words.

"I am The One Who Watching, overseer of the White Monolith."

The image of a huge white stone ran along the border of Kira’s mind.

"We were watching your people. We watched you. "

Stream of thoughts and memories. Recognizable, like her own. Yet they were strangers. In these memories, she saw herself from a side.

"We saw your awakening."

Image of a scorched wasteland. Smoldering crater in the center of a huge crevice. Fragile white body curled up in the middle of it. Defenseless. Unique…

"We saw awakening of your people."

Thin radiant wave, covering the entire planet in a few seconds and closing at the other pole. Wave of pure energy, not clouded by laws of physics and common sense.

"It's time to learn the truth. And your purpose. "

Time dramatically returned to normal.

Spectre slowly turned his hand into a fist, leaving only one finger sticking.

He stretched out his hand and slowly ran his finger along the string, quietly hanging two meters away from him. String opened up with the movement of the finger, like a giant flower, and soon became a large rose-like vortex, glowing with soft yellow light.

Spectre gaze swept the squad and crooked his finger.

"Follow me."

Then he quickly bounced back and passed through the vortex, and instantly disappeared in it. String carried away a little bright spark.

Kira stepped to the vortex.

- Kira, respond! What is this light, what happened to the spectre? - Commander's voice sounded surprised.

Clips on the Kira’s helmet opened up, enabling the helmet to fall into the Kira’s hands. She turned to the squad, the wind blowed her hair like a red hurricane.

- Excuse me. I'll be back soon. - she said with a smile, and then, in three steps, she covered the distance to the vortex and jumped into it.

Portal quickly began to shrink.

- What the ... - said the Monk, took his sword and tried to block the portal, but vortex just huddled for a second around the sword, then uttered a melodious rang and finally shrunk, leaving the Monk with half of the blade in his hand.

 

The sun slowly rised over the valley.

 

 

Engraving is part of the Hippocrates aphorism, " What medicines will not cure, iron will cure"

Credits to the Arch and SPW.

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