2.18|SHE WHO IS LOST IN THE STONEAGE

 

2.18|She who is lost in the stoneage

 

Years passed

 

One night, within the compound the Oohtlets were ambushed. Soldiers with

wings slaughtered the guards and grabbed Protlyn.

"What is this?" she asked, still groggy. "Come with us." They opened the cell, unshackled the two and soon brought them on a boat, a long few months before they were taken to a settlement of Santri building a brand new lavish sanctuary.

"Where.. where am I?" She asked.

"Neo Marsh." A familiar voice said walking down a flight of marble stairs, the

sound of harp music playing from a series of performers.

"Theo.." She stood defensively.

"Why don't you call me anymore girl?"

Theo's eyes grew distant. "When you had lost it all... My fortune turned around. Turns out the Oohtlets were more blood thirsty than I realized. Eventually they considered me a relic of the Oohts, a saboteur and not a comrade. They betrayed me, and started enslaving the Santri. I began freeing them and starting a new insurrection, starting a movement with the Santri to flee and form paradise."

He saw her necklace. "Why are you wearing those things?" he asked, pointing

to the two necklaces hanging from her.

"Because they keep me, me." She said.

"What happens if I take them off?" He smirked.

"You'd suffer twice as badly." She reached for his neck and squeezed his throat. "You SONABITCH, you think starting one uprising makes up for another? Blood for blood? I should kill you right now."

"But I have changed a lot. I've become a warrior for this place."

"Then become one with a mausoleum. Fight with me." Her nails started to

sink in, drawing trickles of blood.

"No, we are stronger together. I want you to come with me, and join in my

struggle."

"I know the law of death. I won't join you."

He pushed her off, fixing his robes slightly. "Fine. Defiant like every women.. you rejected my advances." He started walking away. "You're welcome in my domain, in Neo Marsh as an honorary guest. Not a leader.. Just don't, stir up too much trouble. Okay? The other Santri consider you a martyr, a folk hero."

Protlyn fell to the ground. Tears began to flow, and she cried.

Her name is Protas Prosaic. She was born on the 20th of February in the year 2122 in a settlement called The Eltic Colony, District #344 in Xi. She lived on a continent called The wildlands until a series of violent upheavals saw her world rise up and become one with another. She lived and grew there until one day she received a mysterious offer from a robotic man to go into space and discover her origins, went to a different world, died and made a deal with the god of the underworld. She was asked to join her in their goal of exploring this world. It was there she attempted to assist a city and the nomads outside of it, but ended up witnessing its destruction.

After her second resurrection, Protas was taken into custody by Theo, the boy once known as the Courtier, who took her into the sanctuary of Neo Marsh. Neo-Marsh was a utopia and a paradise to the Santri there. Protas spent most of her time meditating and reading Ooht literature. She learned the law of death. In order to live, one must die. The Oohts seemingly, had a deep and sacred knowledge of Grahim, the Novus of death. Protas was given a place to live.