Have you ever wondered what it was like to have lived millions of years ago? Roaming yet undiscovered terrains along side titans of myth and legend, experiencing that which our imaginations fail to accurately perceive. Times long forgotten and forever abandoned amongst the infinitely vast logs of reference, laid delicately to rest beside the countless lost jewels of history. And if ever, for even one instant, you dreamed with a wide-eyed child like enthusiasm what marvels one might yield had only you been birthed in such a realm of antiquity, I can say with the up most certainty that we have nothing in common.
But that wasn’t my first clue.
My name is Simon. My story is not one of heroism or valor. I am no champion for good, no chieftain of justice crusading for a better world. I am but a man. Simple, plain and just as dysfunctional as the rest, I blend while coyly masking my contempt for so lack luster an existence. I work a normal job, reside in a normal apartment and lay with a normal woman. At face value, I am just like the rest. But beneath this outward façade, lay a destiny nearly 3 million years in the making, birthed from a power that is older still.
As far back as any resemblance of historical record indicates, they’re have been 3 chosen to wield such a power. This being the ability to control and manipulate the vary planet under our feet. This power has been given several names over humanities few inevitable encounters with those chosen. The earliest people deemed the first as a God. The second was known as a curse by ancient Monks and was ultimately hidden from the world. Alas, with each new possessor, the universe saw fit to make humanity less open, destined to fear the implications of one being so powerful. By the time the third arrived on earth, he was murdered before the age of sixteen.
The way I see it, Ive got eight years on the poor little bastard.
You don’t need to know every facet of my past to understand what will become of my future. The relevance is minimal and serves no beneficial purposes when confronted with the gravity of what is to come and who is to blame. All that you need to know is what I intended to do and why I saw fit to do it.
Los Angles had never been what you would call the pinnacle of humanities excellence. In the years fallowing my birth, also known as the Great Quake of 2028, the world saw so much destruction that civilization seemed to throw up there hands and abandon any degree of sanity or reason. As if the whole of humanity collectively decided, “Why bother?” The musky stain tarnishing a once priceless masterpiece.
Some days you wish you were never born.
Still yet, the world endures all be it at a slower pace. Threats of war and terrorism are at an all time high and tensions grip the planet as a whole. We fear each new day, as if there is something coming. Hesitation and distrust have become normality amongst the civilian population. The planets filthy, but it is all Ive ever known.
Do note I am not without morality. Even in such abysmal surroundings, I do feel. I often consider the possibility of some clandestine obligation bequeathed to me as if by birthright, attaching me to a heroic status I could never attain. It’s a hard concept to dismiss when you can tear open the planet with your pinky. Kind of broadens your perspective a bit. But its not as if I don’t want to help. I just don’t have it in me. I’m not that kind of person. In many respects, I guess im a coward.
That is why I leave this to you. I pray you are a better man than I. My only hope is by reading these echoes from a long forgotten and forever abandoned time you may learn from where I have failed and truly understand what you must do. You have been chosen. Do not make my mistakes.
Simon Says…