Beta Stone: Part One The Vessel of Glass 8 of 1
This is the final installment of Beta Stone Part One. Atlas is determined to make sure that one no ever finds out about the breach inside Kocab. Spica has been training to walk among other Mega’s without suspicion. Spica and Beta team up inside the vessel, and discover what hearts are really made of.
It took Atlas many months to get over what Rama had done. Contaminating healthy records to call a non-Mega Human had made Kocab vulnerable, and Atlas worried about what the panel would do if they found out. Atlas told no one of Rama’s actions, and deleted Nunki’s hard drive. He had sworn to himself that no one would ever find out this breach had taken place, and if they did they could never prove it. He struggled about what to do with Spica. She was an all-powerful humanoid. But he knew she could easily be displayed as a Mega Human. Atlas took most of the three years to develop a distinct curriculum for Spica. He was determined to teach Spica how to walk, talk, behave, and respond like a Mega Human. Atlas uploaded Spica’s DNA into the vessel database. It was the only way she could experience tribulation, and win the final trial.
For three years Spica never saw the outside of vessel 17. Everyday people walked by her vessel, and pretended she was not there. A few days after Nash returned. Atlas visited Spica’s vessel. He opened the seal, and brought Spica to Beta 7, my vessel.
“You are the most powerful Mega Human that has ever step foot in Kocab,” said Atlas.
“What about my sister. I heard someone say she was the most powerful.”
“That’s only if she finds the stones. You are naturally the most powerful Mega Human on the planet. This mechanism can help you hone your powers, perfect your abilities, and discover everything that you can do. There is something big coming to Earth. And only you can stop it.”
Back to Beta 7
Spica saw me inside the vessel of glass moving in agony from my injuries. I could feel my body healing, and it was excruciating. She saw and heard me. She heard every cry, and saw every tear.
“Can I help her?” said Spica.
“You can save her,” Atlas opened the double seal, and Spica entered Beta 7.
Atlas watched as Spica was transported into the vessel world. He watched as we reunited. It was the first time in three years I had seen my sister. She was the same girl, but I could tell she was different. Now that the giant goat man was defeated the bird monsters came back to feast on his flesh. They could sense my weakness. I tried to conceal, but it was too late. One tried to carry me off, but Spica grabbed the sword that was once held by Nash and stabbed it. Atlas watched as Spica showed feats of heroism within minutes of being there.
A Heart of Stone
My body was almost healed. I assured Spica that my bones have been broken many times, and my senses are self-healing. I asked her if her senses allowed self-healing she replied “I’ve never been injured.” Spica and I never had much to say to each other, but we were close. We were so similar we did not have to talk. We both felt out of place, and out of time. To be honest I envied her. She did not have to do much for people to notice she had something special about her. But then again we did have different birth parents.
I was awakened by the morning sun. My body was fully healed, and felt the best it has felt in a long time. I exited the tent seeking fresh air. Once outside I inhaled deeply. It was only a few hours since Nash was gone, but I felt so relieved. Yes, I missed waking up to something he caught and killed, but it was nice knowing that he was finally safe. I could have not live with myself knowing he died in my vessel, trying to win my fight. “Beta! Come quick!” I ran to the other side of the tent where Spica was. She was kneeled in front of the giant goat man’s bones. I could not believe my eyes. I gently scooped it out of the snow into my cold hands. It was the giant goat man’s heart. It was made of a beautiful tiny crystal stone. I slowly opened my palms to unleash its abilities, but it had dissolved. A tiny drop of liquid rolled off the side of my hand making a single impression through the pearly white snow. Spica sat back waiting for something to happen. I could feel the stone becoming one with my senses. I was finally ready to shatter that vessel of glass.
© 2016 Maggalynn Grace