Chapter 5 – The Legend

"The Miran is a legendry artifact, that in the last 3 years, has become not so legendary.  I hacked into some Government files and discovered, well, to be frank, a lot.

"But why hack into the files in the first place? And what about that note that you sent me?" said Lara.

"That I will tell you at the end of this. All things start at the beginning and work towards an end.  However, this doesn't seem to have an end!

About 50,000 years ago, there was a pre-advanced race of humans that lived in a city. There are few records of this city ever having been in existence, but the records that there are, are very precise.  It was a primitive dwelling.

One day, a prophet among these people prophesized the falling of a great star. True enough, 2 years later, the people's chief died.  But this was not the great star that was supposed to have fallen.  That day, a meteor fell on the city, utterly destroying it.  Only one person survived!

When this man arrived back at the city, a great cloud of fire dust was surrounding the ruin.  It formed itself, before his very eyes, into a perfect orb. The man walked closer to the swirling mass. He could feel the heat, the intense burning heat, but was not burnt.  He laid his hands against the orb, and as he did so, it burst into bright white flame – pure light. The man was enveloped in this flame but remained unhurt and unafraid.

While in this light, the man had knowledge of centuries past from a different galaxy poured into his mind. He felt a radiant being and opened his eyes.  As he did so, the light entered his eyes.  He screamed but felt no pain – instead, a great strength and power entered the man.  He knew what he had to do.

When he knew, he was lifted out of the orb and set down amongst the ruins of the city.  By now, it was dark.  The transformation had taken many hours, although it had felt like only minutes.  Time had stood still for the man, but moved for everything else.  In the dark, the orb seemed brighter than before, but it did not hurt his eyes.

He savoured in the coolness of the night sky. He took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled onto the orb.  It turned a deep blue, and started rotating – faster and faster. It shimmered, and then, exploded into a thousand pieces. 

At the center of it, at the very point where the meteor had connected with the earth, a rectangular column stood.  It was about 2 feet high. It was deep blue, and seemed to be made of some sort of gemstone, believed to be sapphire. The man approached cautiously, bit-by-bit, not believing what was happening but knowing what to do.

He laid his hands on the column, where two sparkling diamonds lay embedded in it.  The column began to shake. The gem column appeared to melt before his very eyes, and lay in a molten puddle on the floor, the two diamonds stationary beside it.  For the man was transfixed.  As though balancing on it's point, in the air, floated a magnificent sword.  These people had no weapons such as this but the man knew what to do.  He did not touch it for the moment.  The sword seemed to be made of a flowing metal, but solid.  It was bright silver, and shiny beyond anything. It had many intricate patterns on the hilt - swirls and vines. 

The man watched as the two diamonds rose up, appeared to shrink, and flew onto the sword.  A blue light seemed to emanate from the sword.  

He walked forward and took the sword in his right hand.  He looked at it, not believing it.  But, he still knew what he had to do.  He took the sword, held it above his head and shouted..

                                      "Arate Riutay, Cul Towae im proshis"

A beam of blue light, like a laser, shot towards the sky. The man took the sword and threw it as high into the sky as he could.  It fell to earth, catching the stars, emanating its light over all.   It landed, point down, in the pool of molten sapphire. As though a wave were passing everywhere, the sapphire flew everywhere, touching everything, and around the man, a great city of sapphire grew.  Great tall buildings, temples, houses, everything.  Trees grew baring fruits, and amazingly coloured leaves.  Brightly coloured animals just, became.  Life, was once again in the city. 

The man knew he must name the sword.    He thought of a substance that the people had known, a substance that had reflected the faces of all the people he had known.  They called this  "Miraor", like Mirror.  And so that man called it  "The Miran"

People walked into the city, and the man became the ruler, and these people were called "The Miranis".

The City of Miran became known as the Empire, and thrived in it's existence. The sword was kept in the tallest temple, and the man who had harnessed it's power, became known as "The Guardian"