1. Prologue (1/2)
beyond black doors: a knights of obscurity tale
by mai
bolivar & leonard anthony arcilla
prologue
"doctor, the device is ready."
she glanced up at the young blonde assistant researcher
in the pristine white lab coat standing in front of her table. kafra
corporation has always prided itself in hiring individuals with both beauty and
ains. even scientists are no exception.
she adjusted her glasses, nodded
towards the assistant. "thank you, ms. blossom. i'll be with you
shortly," she said. the assistant beamed at her, nodded, and walked out of
her office.
the doctor stood up to follow, but
paused. her eyes roamed over the chaos on her desk: a stack of tumbled
paperwork, a cellular phone blinking solemnly with a single red signal light, a
couple of open books on soul physics and spirit theory, and a small framed
picture of a man in armor holding a baby. she stopped at the last.
he looks so happy there, she thought fondly and wished,
not for the first time, that she could at least call her husband and son. but
there was no signal this far off into mt. mjolnir, location of kafra corp.'s
most secret research laboratory, and even if there was, their research required
them to severe all contact with the outside world. there'll be time for that
later. after this is over, i'll make it up to both of them.
she shrugged into a lab coat
hanging by the door and walked off down quiet lamp-lit corridors towards the
chamber where they studied the device. most of the scientists in the research
facility were inside the chamber, busy checking out energy readouts from
various machines, all connected via long corrugated tubes towards the
containment unit that dominated the center of the room. young interns bustled
about on a multitude of errands.
the containment unit squatted in
the center, like a monstrous octopus whose tentacles ensnared the machines
lining the walls of the circular room. inside the spherical glass container,
the device hung suspended in clear viscous liquid. she walked towards
the device, her thoughts intent on its mysteries. almost two years