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Palindromes


 
Oren looked up. The complex towered over him, easily the largest building he ever laid eyes on. The glow of eerie green vapor radiated from the writing littering every surface. The shrine sat for centuries as a lifeless reminder of horrors long past. Oren turned his attention to Loryt. An elven bard with black hair and brown skin, Loryt was young, almost too young to join their order.
She crouched low, studying the symbols on a slab lost in a pile of rubble at the entrance of the shrine.
"Can you read it? What does it say?" Oren asked.
She looked up and shook her head. “I can’t translate it. The ancestors didn't have a written language as we understand it.” Loryt whispered, as if the ancestors could hear. She sensed them around her, their silhouettes hovering somewhere between life and death in vaporous fluid.
“Then what do you call this?” Oren asked, pointing to the writing on the slab.
“Ancestral Alfen," Loryt began, tracing each letter engraved into smooth, black stone with her fingers, “Every single word reads the same forward and backwards. Their language is nonsensical. There are no standards of sentence structure. Verbs, nouns, and objects shift and appear randomly in the sentence, we can't determine if it is meant to be read left to right, or right to left, and deconstructing a sentence can lead to words that don't even exist in the language. All of this is done to justify their love of symmetry. All of this is done to fuel their obsessions," she stopped and pointed to the wall, “and there, you see that? This is a paragraph that does the same thing. One half of the text mirrors the other. Their writing was not bound by the same rules and grammar. We think it was an art form to them. We drew pictures of animals we loved to hunt on our cave walls. The ancestral elves left behind their words.”
“I prefer the pictures,” Oren scoffed, “How do we keep them asleep?”
“I have no idea. I hear others calling me an expert, and I don't know why. No one knows how to read this, much less how to operate a tombshrine." Loryt stared at the symbols in silence as Oren prepared a response. She wondered why he seemed so confused, as if shocked by what he heard.
"I'm risking my life and the life of twenty men and women to prevent another awakening. You're saying you can't do anything?"
"I didn't say that," Loryt said through a forced chuckle, "It's tricky. I won't make promises, but it's better than going in blind. It's certainly a better option than letting them wake up unimpeded," she paused and saw the looks of defeat staring back, "I can't read it, but this is a viral language. I can infer meaning from their text. This slab was a religious altar, for example." She finished while pointing the alter, but her words didn't seem to ease their worry.
"I didn't know they had gods." Oren said.
"They didn't," Loryt replied, "The Symmetrical Logic is what they worshiped. They were obsessed. Look at the stones and how perfectly they fit into every space."
Oren looked at the floors, walls, and hexagonal columns. Each stone fit into its space with little to no gaps between. The dimensions of the room were deliberate, calculated to infinite fractions of an inch. The lines between the stones were hard to discern and Oren strained to notice the contrast of black on black.
For a moment, Oren felt like he could almost visualize the geometric method used in the tombshrine's construction. Loryt spoke, but the words faded as he stared. The precision of every angle became clear, and Oren's head immediately began to throb. He turned his head away. The pain lingered for several minutes, and Loryt spoke when she noticed him rubbing his eyes as if to push the painful sight out of his mind.
"Don't stare too long," Loryt said, "There are few things in nature with true symmetry. As an elf, I'm almost immune, but humans suffer the most if they stare at it for long periods."
They ventured deeper, 22 men and women who vowed to silence whatever ill will stirred in the shrine. Weeks ago, the green light began to shine. The last tombshrine to activate sparked a massive conflict that led to many deaths. A tombshine holds thousands of ancestors within. Each put into a deathlike slumber in the final breath of their empire's fall in hopes that they will rise again.
They passed rows of strange spheres. Each contained the body of an ancestor suspended in jade green fluid. Their forms twitched, a sign of the complex beginning the process of waking them up. The tension was heavy, each soldier jumping out of their skin at the slightest sound. Loryt was calm, collected, and driven.
With her guidance, the group navigated the corridors. Loryt paused routinely to gaze at the writings on the wall. Even Oren noticed their artistic quality. Each set of words lingered in full view, etched in prominent locations and centered to the wall. As with the rest of the complex, the wall opposite possessed the same writing on display. Each wall stood as a perfect mirror image and the layout of rooms in the complex did the same.
Oren asked if they were lost or going in circles many times. He found himself confounded at the symmetrical floor plan, some rooms even having the same exact writings on the wall as a room ventured into not long before. Loryt seemed to be the only one unphased, diligently taking note of the writings. She followed directions only she could interpret.
The complex was empty. It was not only vacant of life, but the foundation of the tombshrine itself appeared void of personality and life. This only led to more confusion. If a room had anything within, it was the glowing words of the ancestors, or rows and columns of the strange spheres stretching to the roof of the complex. Loryt stopped at the next threshold and turned to address the group.
"Here," Loryt began with a whisper, "The genesage lies in the next room. They were the highest members of their society, mutated beyond recognition. Touch nothing, say nothing, and we might succeed."
Nods of acceptance came as a reply. They ventured down a narrow hall with writing lining every inch of the walls, floor and ceiling. The writing on each wall mirrored the other. The green vapor lifted and danced, pushed aside as they progressed. Oren felt a sinking feeling in his stomach. The hall seemed to stretch on for miles, each step taken with caution.
They came upon a room, it's ceiling low and its walls lined with strange spheres far more ornate than the ones they observed before. In the center of the room was the most beautiful of them all. The sphere rested higher than the others, perched on a frame of translucent green stone. They inched closer, Loryt and Oren taking the lead. They circled the central capsule, eyeing every corner of the room.
They heard something, a growl like a cat, but distorted; unnatural. When they peered behind the central sphere, they saw something staring back. It stood over a stone tablet, raking its knifelike fingers over the words etched in the stone. The words glowed even brighter, and the central sphere began to rotate, floating in the air above the green stone perch. Loryt stepped forward.
"Hello," she began, doing her best to speak the eleven tongue she grew up with in hopes there would be a connection, "Please step away."
The creature squinted at her. It's eyes piercing through the gambeson she wore. The creature wore nothing but a cloth sash around its waist, its greenish-gray skin was like stone. There were no pores, no belly button, nothing that indicated a similarity to life today. It stood several feet taller than she did, hissing with sharpened teeth as she spoke.
There was no hair. It's ears were elongated to a point far more than elves encountered in the world outside. It's teeth were jagged, lining a gaping maw. The lips, eyelids, and nose were removed long ago, leaving something Loryt could only refer to as a monster.
It spoke. Its voice wheezed and rasped with every word as Loryt tilted her ear toward it on impulse in an attempt to understand it. She failed, losing track of each word in the layers of voices created by several sets of vocal cords. She felt her heart race and her skin damp with the slightest amount of sweat. The moisture made the air feel cool. It was weak, but to attack outright would only lead to her death. Her eyes darted over to Oren. He still took refuge behind the central sphere.
The expression said more than her words could. He drew his sword, called out to the creature, and the surrounding soldiers sought to make as much noise as they could to draw the creature’s attention away. Loryt acted on impulse. The moment the creature’s head turned, she pulled a dagger from its sheath and plunged it into the back of its skull. The death was silent, but the body collapsed to the ground and the sound echoed through the halls of the entire complex. Oren glanced at Loryt. Her breathing was fast, her hands shaking as she dropped the dagger.
“Are you alright?” Oren asked.
“I'll be fine.” Loryt replied while running her hands through her hair and shaking her head. She took a deep breath, letting it out in a sigh as she scanned the tablet the ancestor was using.
The tablet contained six words, each isolated in rows and columns. She looked up to the sphere above. It rotated gently, but still remained inactive. Oren was close behind, peering over her shoulder as she prepared herself.
“Any luck?” Oren asked.
“I don’t even know where to start.” she said, shaking her head once more. The soldiers patrolled the room as she knelt down and retrieved a book from her pack. Oren gave a sigh of relief that quickly led to narrowed eyes and a groan when he realized the pages were blank. She thumbed through the first few pages and revealed her notes, scribbled and compiled over time. She found a half filled page and began to write each word down exactly as it appeared on the tablet before turning to Oren.
“I need some space. This isn't easy to do.” Loryt said, and Oren stepped away to assist the others in their patrol. Her mind raced as she stared at the words. She read through her notes, reciting them in her head. Make note of empathic context, she thought. She proceeded to read each word carefully. The letters meant nothing. Each character, given a sound by those who study the language, was simply a piece of the whole. The resulting word mattered not on its composition, but on the appearance and aesthetic of the word.
She gazed at each word as she wrote the emotions they brought up. Each emotion was powerful, sudden, and in some cases, overwhelming.

LaisilisiaL : Pleasure, success, pride
KorproK : Negative, rage, fear
TersreT: Pain, suffering
LowoL : Positive, impatience, anxiety
RithtiR: Negative, anxiety, loathing
SerasareS : Completion, fulfillment

She thumbed through her notes again, trying to push out the conflicting emotions the words brought out. She tried to keep her breathing under control. Her heart was racing again. Eliminate lingual mirror, then note capitalized characters, she thought.
She stopped, staring at the tablet and back to her notes. She spent ages deciding which word to choose. Oren stood off to the side, tapping his foot when he wasn’t pacing.
“What’s taking so long?” he asked.
“I can’t decide,” Loryt began, “I still haven't determined if the language expresses emotions in the writer or the reader. Each word can imply intent, but my own emotions can cloud that," she rubbed her temple with her hand and sighed, “If I read a word and I feel fear, I don't know if that fear comes from the writer, or myself.”
“So it's just a guess?” Oren asked, trying to keep his voice down.
“The most educated guess you’ll find, yes,” Loryt replied, “and that's better than doing nothing. At least we have a chance.” She pointed to the word that shimmered brighter than the others: RithtiR, “I know this is not what we need since the ancestor was using it, but the emotions don't line up as well as I'd like. Why would the writer loath this option? It could be my emotions, but it could be a slave that etched these words into stone and I’d never know it did the opposite of what we want.”
“So we should prepare to move,” Oren began, his voice raised so all could hear. Loryt’s solemn nod was his reply, “go on then.”
She reached out, lightly touched the word she believed fit best, SarasareS. The ground shook as the light burst forth from the tablet. Loryt turned to Oren, her eyes wide and her lip giving the slightest tremor at her sudden realization. She heared a low growl, the unatural call of the sleeping terrors waking up.

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Jan 12, 2020 20:35

The bits about the language are very interesting; a language of art rather than logic. I love that everything is a palindrome just so it looks and feels cool.   Is there any particular reason that the capitol letters are mirrored in some words but not in others?   also I'm not sure what this sentence is: "As with the rest of the complex, the wall opposite possessed the same writing okay display." is 'okay' a typo?

Jan 12, 2020 20:49 by R. Dylon Elder

Ohhhhh yes. Okay is a typo. Thanks for pointing that out.   Also yes, the ancestral alfen used capitalized characters as both a beginning of the sentence and as punctuation, see Ancestral Alfen for more info on that. It makes the language very hard to read and frustrating cause that rule means you can't determine if the language is right to left or left to right. In reality its neither. The entire image conveyed meaning to the alfen, not the individual words. Linguists everywhere in the world are quite flistered.     This rule also relates to proper nouns, which are capitalized before and after even if in the middle of a sentence.   To be fair you did catch an issue I should fill in. A single word that isn't a sentence, which most of those words are, should still be capitalized. Thanks for that as well!

Jan 12, 2020 21:24

It's almost like a far future civilization found an image file on our computers and is trying to determine it's meaning by the color of the individual pixels...

Jan 12, 2020 21:51 by R. Dylon Elder

Beautifully said. Another great analogy is trying to understand a program by analyzing the binary, trying to trandlate it with the 1 and 0s alone.

Jan 13, 2020 01:39 by Jacob Billings

The opening has a great imagery hook, leading through with an amazing story.   Your hook(1st Paragraph) does get a little vague. I can assume, just from the next paragraph that you are referring to Oren, though you never directly say who the "he" is when opening. I don't know if this is intentional or not, but just something I noticed.   When you break for the second paragraph, you kinda mess with the naming of the characters worse. I had to reread to figure out that Loryt was the "she" you opened with, as for some reason I thought that you were pulling in another unnamed character. You should probably add some form of distinction that directly connects Loryt and the "she" in the second paragraph.  

"I'm risking my life and the life of twenty men and women to prevent another awakening. You're saying you can't do anything?"   "I didn't say that," Loryt said with a chuckle,
  Lacking the knowledge of what an "awakening" is, you make it seem dangerous then seem to undo that by having Loryt chuckle. This isn't the end of the world, but it would add emphasis to put an adjective to the chuckle like a small or forced chuckle.  
You keep calling me an expert
  I think that you missed a line of dialogue, as Oren had yet to call her an expert directly. Perhaps this is meant to call to a previous conversation, but this also is still shaky as it seems like a retort.  
All of this is done to justify their love of symmetry. All of this is done to fuel their obsessions." she stopped and pointed to the wall, “and there, you see that?
  Your punctuation seems a little weird here. You either need to end the quote with a comma or capitalize "She" and "And". I can't say to what you were going for, but it's a little messy right there.  
but It is a viral language
  Probably a typo, as -- unless its a proper noun -- it doesn't need to be capitalized.  
The last tombshrine to activate sparked a massive conflict that led to many deaths.
  Though you do mention a shrine, this word is new and mostly undefined in context.  
It was not only vacant of life, but the foundation of the tombshrine appeared vacant.
  You repeated the same word twice there.   The surrounding paragraph of the previous comment as a whole is a bit lackluster. A lot of the statements you use are very open ended and basic words come up a rather large number of times.  
the genesage lies in the next room
  Again, I have no idea what a genesage is, though with worldly context, it would probably be a whole lot more clear.  
Its ceiling low, and its walls lined with capsules far more ornate than the ones they observed before.
  This is a strange sentence; you managed to only use a noun phrase, meaning its really just a dependent clause. There is no verb anywhere in the sentence, as you are describing the "it" without using a verb. "It's ceiling was low and its walls were lined with capsules far more ornate than the ones they observed before" works as a setenence. It feels like you trailed off mid thought, as the comma would only make sense if you had another in place of the period and continued the setences using everything after the and as an appostive.  
perched on a frame of jade like stone
  This makes it sould like something is perched on a frame of jade... acting like a stone. Hyphens will fix this; I think you meant on a piece of jade-like-stone. I could be wrong.  
distorted; unnatural
  I get what this is going for, but it seems weird. Are you even allowed to do that with a semi-colon? I honestly have no idea.  
The creature squinted at her. It's eyes seemingly piercing through the gambeson she wore. The creature wore nothing but a cloth sash around its waist, its greenish-gray skin was like stone. There were no pores, no belly button, nothing that indicated a similarity to life today. It stood several feet taller than she did, hissing with sharpened teeth as she spoke.   There was no hair. It's ears were like needles, elongated to a point far more than elves encountered in the world outside. It's teeth were jagged, lining a gaping maw. The lips, eyelids, and nose were removed long ago, leaving something beyond that Loryt could only refer to as a monster.
  This seems like it should be woven together as there isn't really anything in here that makes it worthy of a paragraph break.   Kendallonian mentioned it, but you are fairly inconsistent with the capitalization of your words when assigning them feelings. Half get capitalized and half don't. I don't know if this is a part of the language, but if it is, I suggest you make that more clearly known.   I really liked this story and the themes that you brought into it. There were some small things here and there that were weird, but none of them really detracted from the story as a whole. Wonderful job.

Jan 13, 2020 22:41

Wow. dis awesome. Can you come do that to my stuff too? (;

Jan 15, 2020 23:51 by Jaime Buckley

I'm not sure how you do it--but the balance of colors, the clear, clean font and soft glow of light was not only easy on my old eyes--it made the whole article enjoyable to read.   That's not easy to do for me. Well done!   Only two things pulled me out of the story: --"She thumbed through her notes again, trying to push out the conflicting emotions the words brought out.-- (The use of "out" twice in the same sentence made me stop cold. Maybe replace one with another word?)     --She tried to keep her breathing under control. Her heart was racing again.-- ("was" pulled me out of the moment being past tense. "Her heart raced again as she struggled to keep her beathing under control." ??)   Just a couple pennies.   Great job.

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Jan 16, 2020 01:10 by R. Dylon Elder

Ooooo both great catches. Lovely bits of feedback! Thanks so much! I'll get right on those. I was worried about that. I think its the box shadow that adds a real thin bit of green to soften the white. Since its a prose article, alot of the other stuff isnt here, but the shadow remains.   I so wish I could say it was intentional but sadly it was a happy accident. I'm glad it works though!

Mar 7, 2020 17:06 by Arklaw

Aesthetically speaking, the darker sides bother me a bit. Other than that it's neat. Perhaps the dialogs' structure could be improved towards the end but I guess the steam ran out.

Mar 7, 2020 18:13 by R. Dylon Elder

lol, you could say that. I got the flu before i could make my first pass, and to be honest, editing is bad enough as it is. The dialogue makes me cringe and i feel so bad i didnt get to finish it. soon though, ill revisit it. thanks for the comment, my friend.

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