The Chronicles of Amon book 2 The Sea of Marmara

  Chapter 13.

  “Much has transpired since you chose to return to your world.” Evander escorted the three men into the Com Center, where Zuri was waiting.

  Amon walked up to her and extended his hand. She did likewise and they stood quietly for a long moment before Amon spoke.

  “It is my understanding that it was you who initiated my ‘seeding.’”

  Zuri felt embarrassed as she replied.

  “Actually, sir, all I did was follow Evander’s instructions. It was the Bio-pod that did the actual implant.”

  “Never the less, it is my honor and pleasure to meet you.”

  Evander motioned that Amon should join the others at the console.

  “As you know, because of time dilation it will not be possible for any of you to return to the familiarity of your own times. However, there is much that we can report from the records kept since your departure.”

  Evander pressed a few buttons on his tablet. In the center of the console a hologram began to form. A spherical grid-work quickly formed, then was overlayed with a neutral-colored texture. The sphere began to rotate. As it did so, the neutral color was replaced by shades of green and brown and blue.

  “This represents your home world. The blue represents oceans which surround continents, the places where many of your people now reside.”

  A yellow spot appeared in the center of the African continent, and began to spread northward and southward. Yellow fingers began to sprout, moving outward to the east and west.

  “The spot you just saw is your original homeland. As your people increased, you can see how they began to spread, until eventually they filled the whole of the continent.”

  Evander continued, tracing the yellow lines, explaining how the human population continued it’s growth. Pointing to the Sea of Marmara, north-east of the Mediterranean sea, he explained.

  “Nahm, Broc; this is the place where your tribes separated. This is also the place where Amon made his departure.”

  One yellow line continued westward until it stopped in the British Isles. Another line proceeded eastward, branching out to fill the remainder of the Asian continent.

  Pointing to the line that stopped in the British Isles, Evander continued.

  “Broc; this is the place where you confronted the Tal.”

  A red dot appeared where the green line stopped. A thin red line moved back slightly eastward, then turned south and followed the coastline to the Strait of Gibraltar, where it began fading and eventually disappeared.

  “The Tal followed your migration northward out of your homeland. And while you tarried near the Sea of Marmara, they continued westward. Your progenitors eventually defeated them here.” He pointed to the Rock of Gibraltar.

  From the Sea of Marmara the yellow line continued eastward, eventually crossing a narrow strip of land which connected to another large continent.

  “Nahm; your people have populated all of the eastern continent and have begun filling this one also.” He pointed to North America.

  Back on the African continent a blue spot appeared.

  “Amon, do you recall how some of your clan departed and went westward into the desert?”

  “Yes. A few of them returned, but most did not. I’ve often wondered what became of them.”

  “Many perished in that harsh land,” said Evander. “But some survived by staying close to the great inland sea. Over time they built large communities, especially in this lush region.” He pointed to the Nile delta region.

  “There they thrived and became engaged in building your world’s first successful large civilization. But unfortunately corruption has begun to set in. The people have chosen unwisely. They have been seduced by promises of great riches and power, and have chosen as their leaders, people who value domination over cooperation.”

  “It is as I feared, then. Some of them have succumbed to their base desires and have corrupted those who follow them.”

  “Yes. Some. But not all. We fear that if these corrupt few continue to grow in power and influence, this new civilization may not survive.”

  “But what of the tribes of Broc and Nahm? Can they not help prevent this?”

  “If it was that easy, then yes. But you must understand, those tribes are far away. And each of them will have their own challenges, similarly as Broc had to face with the Tal. Not necessarily with an aberrant race, but certainly with problems unique to them. It has always been the case. As the LINKS say: ‘It has ever been so.’ In time your brothers may see an opportunity to lend a hand with their own people.”

  “This is so, my brother,” said Nahm. “Your brother and I will follow the proceedings of our people. In time we may see a need for our assistance. But now . . . you were the first. It is fitting that you be the one.”

  “Yes,” added Broc. “In times past we have learned from you. Now, after all this time,we may learn from you again.”

  “I must go there, then.” exclaimed Amon.

  Amon the Unseen