It was around 15,000 BC when a faraway alien race grew
interested in this strange planet called Earth. While the
dominant species of Earth were primitive, the diversity of life
inhabiting this biosphere, even among humanoids, proved
too enticing for the extraterrestrials to ignore.
On their home world of Nibiru, locked in a wide
elliptical orbit about the Sirius star system, there were only
three distinct species. Each had been forced to evolve in
order to survive the harsh cycles of the tidal-locked planet.
There were three stars within the Sirius system. Sirius A
and Sirius B were binary and rotated around each other. The
third, Sirius C, was a rogue star and completed its orbit once
every 189 years. With each passage through Nibiru’s path, the
star would heat up the atmosphere to a boiling, uninhabitable
914 degrees Fahrenheit, incinerating every living creature on
the planet’s surface.
Nibiru was a doomed world, one of unending fire and
unyielding frost—a perpetual cycle resulting in calamitous
surface conditions that slowly formed after every pass and
lasted for over a century.
The species had a rapid evolution, one born of necessity.
On Nibiru, biological flesh was nothing more than a
weakness, an evolutionary liability. As a means to combat
such extreme planetary conditions, the Ancients who
inhabited the planet evolved to be entirely elemental. But it
was this evolution that ultimately led to their doom.
In time, their civilization developed the mental capacity
to understand, and soon master, space travel. In a frantic
means for continued survival, they made various attempts to
settle numerous planets similar to their own—Ewatne,
Opheliae, Hydrux, and others.
But their elemental bodies proved unable to adapt to
these planets’ native environments. Despite their extensive
use of advanced technology, with each attempt, the
colonizers would last no more than months on the alien
terrain.
Faced with the impending certainty that the rogue star
would one day soon traverse close enough to annihilate their
world, the inhabitants of Nibiru collectively agreed to awaken
an ancient deity—one who had slept for tens of thousands of
years.
Nun, the Creator.
Many rumors abounded as to what transpired in those
final days, and the truth had a strange way of morphing over
the course of 8,611 light years. But whatever the impetus,
Nun accepted the request of Nibiru’s inhabitants.
It was with a grave sense of import that he bid the planet
farewell and fired up his ancient ship, which had remained
entombed miles below the Nibirun crust, and headed to
Earth to begin again.
To endure the thousands of years it would take to travel
such a distance, Nun placed himself in stasis, resuming his
slumber.
He reached his destination, a tiny blue marble adrift in a
sea of nothingness, during the fourth millennium BC. The
exact location of his arrival was unknown, but it was thought
to be somewhere within the cradle of life—that vast expanse
somewhere between Africa and the Middle East.
Nun’s ship was unlike any of the technology known even
today. It was considered a Genesis-class ship, one imbued
with the power to generate alterations within the very fabric
of reality.
Upon impact, the ship triggered a tear in reality,
suspending the craft within planet Earth but not quite on
Earth itself.
The force of the crash caused the ship to burrow deep
into the terrain, forming a vast crater that cradled the massive
ship, sending its rear jutting high enough to rival the
surrounding mountain peaks.
Nun awoke to the sound of the ship powering down and
set about exploring the landscape of this new planet.
After he exited, he began to assess the damaged ship.
The front was destroyed beyond repair. The rear—suspended
from the crater. Waters used in the propulsion system began
to seep out of the hull.
Thick and almost gelatinous, those waters slowly oozed from the ship, forming the massive great
lake, the Waters of Nun, in the surrounding crater. The waters swarmed the ship in a calm counterclockwise vortex that churned of its own volition.
Nun made his way to the highest cliff overlooking the
landscape. It was from there that he assessed the situation.
The surrounding terrain was wild but habitable. Its lush
foliage and abundant waters differed vastly from the harsh,
rocky terrain of Nibiru. He saw a mixture of jungles,
mountains, and desert. It was almost incomprehensible, the
diversity of this new land. Nun took it all in and nodded to
himself. This would be the place.
Engulfing the entire landmass and faintly visible in the
distance stood a large wall of black flames. Nun called this
place the Rift, a void protected from the outside world—a
sanctuary that protected the outside world from all contained
within.
Nun’s first task was to create his Black Temple, a
laboratory of sorts on the eastern side of the Rift. He decided
upon osmium and iridium, elements that, while rare on Earth,
were plentiful within the core of his ship.
Like a mad scientist, he toiled day and night inside the
hulking pyramidal mass as he pondered how to replicate the
Ancients in this new biome.
Using the elements of Earth, the mysterious crystals he’d
gathered from Nibiru, and the waters from his ship to
experiment with in his facility, Nun soon accomplished his
task. The three races of Nibiru were replicated with
modifications that enabled them to thrive in Earth’s
biosphere.
This was the moment that changed humanity's fate.
Source material referenced from the novel Sons of Nibiru and the comics Black Sands, the Seven Kingdoms.
The use of Kemetic mythology then grounding it in a science fiction origin is well handled here. I'm immediately curious to know more! I'm also digging the water from the propulsion drive being a sort of water of life in a way! nice!
Thank you for that input. I will release the full book after the competition. It is 40,000 words and wouldnt be fair to upload during the competition. I am loving this platform.