Enki and the Anunnaki E-Book

Robert Binchy

• Herausgeber: novum publishing
• Kategorie: Gesellschafts- und Liebesromane
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 458

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The history of mankind begins long before the appearance of the first civilized humans. Alalu, eighth king of Nibiru, lands on Earth in search of a metal that is vital for his homeland - gold - and is followed by other settlers. In order to mine the important precious metal, Enki, a scholar of Nibiru, interferes with the native apes to provide them with a workforce. However, this experiment gets out of hand, leading to fratricide and the development of a life of their own and primitive intelligence among the workers. After a devastating flood, the humans set up settlements and buildings, and the settlers of Nibiru are soon confronted with different interests and ambitions.

Leseprobe

Quote

The messenger knew the truth, but to speak it would have meant death.

So he took the lute and the sounds made the king to realize that his child was dead.

And the king poured boiling pitch into into the mouth of the lute,

just as the bearer of this message was intended.

Prologue

Dust covered his clothes and skin, the heat of the day was slowly subsiding and he wanted to finish this day of digging. An assistant and three locals helped him to uncover walls on this slope created by a landslide. They found very few pottery fragments, no metals. He stood up and noticed how the ground beneath him gave way; he quickly jumped to the side. The earth had subsided and, following an intuition, he knelt down and started digging with his bare hands, a little later he felt the lid of a stone box. When he looked up, his team surrounded him, the day had ended well. They carried the treasure into the nearby tent, the chest was small but heavy and when two workers set it down, the table made an ominous creaking sound. The archaeologist put on white gloves and carefully pushed a wedge between the strangely stuck lid and the edge of the chest. A popping sound released the vacuum inside and as the archaeologist slowly pushed the lid aside, five heads shot forward almost simultaneously. With his hands, looking alien through the white gloves, the archaeologist took out one stone slab after another and placed each one carefully on the table like a newborn baby. There were fourteen slabs of gray stone. The writing carved into the stone was small but clearly recognizable.

He took the tablets to the nearby museum, where they had set up a separate room for the finds and their cataloging. There was a table in the center, and the archaeologist pulled a second one next to it against the wall to make room for all the plates. The sun had already set when he began to determine their order by the light of a dim lamp. Hours later, he looked up again to see the new day on the horizon. His handsin white gloves stroked the last board tenderly. It ended with a sentence, that was all he could say, but even without a translation he recognized the last word. It was a name that every archaeologist knew:

"ENKI"

Part 1 - Nibiru

Chapter 1

The war

Dark and cold, the universe holds eternity within it. The sphere that breaks this silence glows red and gray, its orbit around the sun is an ellipse. When the planet is at its furthest point, it is cool. At the next point, a quarter turn around the sun later, it is warm. There is no day and no night. It only rotates very slowly on its own axis, turning its face sometimes towards the sun and sometimes towards space over a long period of time. Volcanoes have been bubbling on it since the beginning of its formation. The sediments they spew out envelop the planet and protect it. In the hot period, this mantle protects it from the scorching sun and the warmth of the volcanoes ensures a tolerable climate on the journey into the far reaches of space. One orbit around the sun is a cup. One orbit corresponds to 3600 Earth years. The name of the planet is Nibiru.

An unimaginably long time ago, the sky here glowed in warm shades of red, deep gray clouds hung below the mountain peaks, which were lush green. The flora thrived on the abundance of minerals that the volcanoes constantly brought from the depths to the surface. The water went through its constant cycle in the atmosphere. It evaporated during the warm seasonand came down as rain between the summer and winter solstices. Four-legged creatures roamed the mountains, fish swam in the water. The people of Nibiru ruled over everything for many, many flocks. They were tall, their hair thick, almost wiry in texture and with slight waves running through it, their noses were dominant and straight. Men and women wore wide, shimmering robes in the colors of their planet: Green, red and gray. They wove metal threads and plants into light fabrics. In huge buildings of stone, equipped with food and spiritual abundance, their numbers grew in the north and in the south. The houses were made of stone blocks, seamlessly stacked. The people had learned to bundle the energy of the crystals into a beam and cut stones to shape. This energy enabled them to create a vertical magnetic field that was just as strong as the planet's horizontal magnetic field, thus canceling out its effect. This allowed them to levitate huge stones and build houses and palaces. The cities were narrow belts in the narrow valleys that stretched over terraces up to the heights of the mountains. Merchants, craftsmen, women, children and scholars hurried to and fro in the narrow streets of the cities in a peculiar order. The art of acoustics was well developed and news of the sound was spread throughout the cities. Each city had a leader and they divided the planet into the north and the south.

As the words echoed through the alleyways, almost everyone stopped, only the children did not want to interrupt the proceedings.

"People of Nibiru! It is time to elect the Council of Wise Men. It is the link between you from the north ..." Olive-colored faces with dark green eyes looked at each other and nodded. "... and you from the south." Women and men of the same skin but with longer hair raised their heads confidently. "Each of those standing for election has had a long apprenticeship. It lasted for many years and only the best of them go through to the final round. As recorded in the annals, twelve of them will live in thepalace on the equator, six from the north and six from the south."

Silence fell and after a brief hesitation, the hustle and bustle in the streets continued. The farmers in the fields had also heard the news, because where the sound reflected off the buildings did not reach, small silver balls flew and brought the words to the last corner. They were happy, the harvests were good and there was no shortage.

Many children were born, too many. And a battle for land began. Armies from the north and the south crossed the country. In knee-length pants made of green fabric and with tops made of metal plates, firm and flexible at the same time, they went into battle. Cruel weapons of thunder and radiation destroyed the fields and cities over many flocks. Life withered away, the people demanded an end to the fratricidal war.

The weapons were at rest and the North and South sent their leaders to the Council of the Wise. The center of the Palace of the Wise was a large, unadorned hall. The walls were covered in hieroglyphics. They told the story of the planet in a long row, the beginning of which seemed to lie in infinity.

Several hundred fighters, including women, entered the hall. The tribal leaders led the way. Unlike the warriors in knee-length pants, they wore long, dark robes. Each held a staff in his hand, which was shaped like a loop at the upper end. Only the colors red, green and gray were found in the fabrics and metals, but their patterns were different for each leader. Their footsteps were the only sound in the huge hall, whose ceiling was so high that they could only be guessed at. They lined up evenly in several rows around the edge of the hall so that everyone had a view of the center. The palace was a neutral floor and when the twelve wise men entered through an inconspicuous door, metallic sounds from the invisible loudspeakers accompanied their appearance.

The wise men wore long, light-colored robes and large hoods covered their faces. They formed an ellipse - like the orbit of their planet around the sun - in the middle of the hall. When everyone was in position, they simultaneously pulled their hoods back, the music stopped and silence fell.

The eldest of the wise men raised his voice. "We have thought long and hard about how we can find peace on Nibiru, and we have come to a conclusion." The tension in the room was palpable and to give his words weight, he hesitated briefly before continuing. "There shall be only one throne, only one king to rule on Nibiru." His eyes turned to his counterpart in the circle. The sage nodded to him and continued. "May the lot choose a king from the north or one from the south, a king who rules. If he is from the north, a woman from the south should be his wife so that she can exert influence at his side. If the lot determines a king from the south, a woman from the north shall rule at his side." Her voice echoed through the hall.

The emissaries of the tribes nodded in agreement and a solution was found. The wise woman who had pronounced the verdict had fair hair, which was very rare. She now looked to her left at a very tall, young man, who continued in a clear voice. "They shall rule as one flesh and blood. Your first-born son shall be your successor. A dynasty, founded from the blood of both sides, shall bring eternal peace to Nibiru!" A murmur went through the hall. Opposite the young man stood a wise woman with copper-red hair tied back in a bun. She called out: "Let us build a new city for this king, in the middle between the countries. Its name shall be Agade, Unity."

The bystanders moved like a swirling mass, all very pleased with the judgment of the twelve wise men that ended the war. They dispersed to carry the message to the land. The decision of the lot was being prepared.

Chapter 2

Life

The lot was drawn and the one who now ruled and created a new order was a warrior of the north. His name was An. Governors were appointed for every part of the country, laws and decrees were issued. The reconstruction of the destroyed cities began. The mountain terraces destroyed by the war and used to grow their crops were renewed. The farmers had returned and also repaired the canals that distributed the water to all gradations during the rainy season. The harvests were rich again and the farmers were able to deliver grain and meat to the cities. Warriors became craftsmen, turning metals into whatever was needed, and the few artistic souls of the planet decorated the walls of the newly built houses with paintings of the landscape. The time of prosperity and peace had returned.

An.Tu, a strong wife in love and in conflict, was placed at King An's side. Together they sat on the throne that stood in the palace of the new capital Agade. Like all buildings on Nibiru, it was made of gray stone. Huge blocks were piled on top of each other. The main hall had a square floor plan and could be entered through several doors. The largest of these led to the antechamber, where guards stood. On the opposite wall and on the sides, small doors led into the private chambers of the royal couple. Two chairs, the same size and made of stone, were their thrones. An and An.Tu wore long robes that were magnificently decorated with small metal and glittering stones. The fabric was interwoven with wafer-thin metal threads and shimmered silver.The sleeves and hemlines were adorned with borders showing the symbol of power, a cross with a loop at the end of the vertical bar. Each alternately dyed in the colors of the planet: Red, green and gray. Their splendor made them stand out from all the others.

An.Tu gave birth to three sons and the ruling dynasty took its next step. Their names were An.Ki, An.Ib and An.Hal.

Many generations passed and the eldest son, An.Ki, took his place alone on the throne. With the gentleness of his father and the beauty of his mother, he was the first king to be allowed to choose his wife freely. Proposals were made to him. Flock after flock passed by and there was whispering in the corridors of the palace and the city. The house servant had scurried into the kitchen, where he often visited his girlfriend. "Why is he postponing the marriage? Why does he find excuses not to take the woman he has in mind?" he asked her. The topic was omnipresent. Looking around to discover any secret eavesdroppers, the kitchen maid replied: "They bring concubines to the palace, very beautiful women. He doesn't care, he only sees the food we prepare." Her voice became softer now. "A man who doesn't carry a sword," she sighed.

The problem was obvious to everyone and as the preservation of the joint dynasty required a son, the second son, An.Ib, was raised to the throne. He was of the same blood, but so very different from his brother. As beards covered the men's faces, it was only their eyes that betrayed his openness and determination in action. He chose his younger brother's daughter - An.Hal - as his wife and she gave birth to a son.

This son was the third king in the period after the great war, his name was An.Shar.Gal. He was a man of science. He divided the Shar into ten sections and established two holidays. When they were closest to the sun, it was to be the festival of warmth, and when Nibiru was far in thedistance of space, there was the festival of coolness at the turning point. These days replaced all the other scattered holidays of the north and south and united the people. The customs of the tribes were now recorded in laws. The war had decimated the number of men and the tribes allowed the men to have several wives. The law stated that a woman had to be named as the first wife. The first-born son was the father's successor.

An.Schar.Gal chose a half-sister as his wife, her name was Ki.Schargal. An.Shar.Gal had inherited his father's love of women and concubines lived in the palace with him. He fathered many sons and daughters and they grew up. But the reign of An.Schar.Gal brought with it a new problem. The first-born son was that of a concubine. And since no one had considered this case, the Council of the Wise had to be convened, for it had proclaimed the law, the rules of which were now shaking the dynasty.

Once again they stood in the ellipse - twelve wise men and women. Their bright robes shimmered magnificently and the borders were decorated with shining stones. In the newly built palace of the capital Agade, the glow of the distant sun shining through the dome in the middle of the hall lit up the room. The entire court was gathered around her. At one end stood Queen Ki.Shargal - tall, magnificent and with a lust for battle in her eyes. At the opposite end of the ellipse stood the concubine, surrounded by other women. She wore lighter clothes, her beautiful hair falling over her shoulders. She wanted justice for her son. The king sat on his throne between them, the point of the summer solstice on the ellipse.

The metallic music fell silent as the wise men removed their hoods. The council met.

The eldest sage opened the meeting; it was the once young, tall man who had helped seal the end of the war.

He spoke aloud: "The palace and the people are in turmoil. A concubine gave birth to An.Shar.Gal's first son. Hiswife Ki.Shargal gave birth to a second son a shar after that. According to the law, the concubine's son is the legal heir."

The next wise man said: "The firstborn grows up among his own kind, far away from education in the alleys of the city."

Now a wise man raised his voice: "It must be decided whether he or the first son of the first wife should follow the king."

The next wise man in the group said: "An.Schar.Gal could get a divorce and marry the concubine. Then the firstborn would also be the son of the new first wife."

It was now the turn of the wise woman with fair hair, who had become an old woman. "It would also be possible to change the law and have it follow the seed. Through their father, both sons have the seed of our king An.Schar.Gal, but only the mother of the second-born is of royal descent and so only her son carries the double royal seed."

Her voice faded away. The next sage, a young man, spoke: "Let the king decide whether he wants a divorce and remarriage or whether the law of the seed should be re-established." The heads of the wise men bowed, they put on their hoods, the council had spoken.

An.Schar.Gal saw his wife on his right and his concubine on his left. The queen was a strong woman, she had great power, the blood of the rulers flowed in her. His gaze wandered to his concubine, whose beauty took his breath away. He had experienced love with her, he saw warmth and affection in her eyes. He lowered his head to think. His first wife would not accept a divorce under any circumstances, she would fight. His concubine was a woman of the north. What would the South say? There was no balance. Would the election provoke a new war? He weighed up and the scales quickly tipped to the right. As he lifted his head, the conversations fell silent. A servant handed him a silver, cone-shaped piece of metal, which he could hold with one hand but not grasp. He held it to his chest and it amplified his voice, sendingit to the loudspeakers in the city and to the silver balls that carried the news to the mountains and remote areas. And the slight vibrato in his voice betrayed the hint of uncertainty as he proclaimed, "From now on, the law of the seed shall reign."

The concubine looked at An.Schar.Gal again and turned around. She ran through the palace and fetched her son from the children's room. With the firstborn by the hand, she disappeared into the hustle and bustle of the city, she would not return.

Chapter 3

The upheaval

The royal couple's son grew up and succeeded them on the throne, his name was An.Schar. He was the fourth king of the united kingdom. Proud like all those before him, he now wore a raised turban made of light metal as a sign of power. Like the ever-evolving technology, the fashion on Nibiru also changed. The large cones for amplifying speech had given way to smaller ones that fit comfortably in the hand. In addition, An.Schar had a staff that he could tap lightly to summon servants. His throne was still that of the first king, but the stone was now covered in silver, and he had the symbol of the cross with the loop inlaid in white stone on the sides.

Many multitudes now passed away in peace, king after king succeeded him on the throne. And it was during the time of the seventh king that the climate changed. From revolution to revolution, the sun became hotter, while the winter solstice became colder and colder. Warmth turned into unimaginable heat and the former coolness became biting cold. The fields withered, fruit and grain could no longer thrive. The cattle they kept on the mountain slopes died. Hunger began to reign.

The Council of Wise Men was convened. The king and his wife were enthroned at one end of the hall. They had lost their splendor; the new King Du.Ru had casually placed one leg over the back of the throne. His clothes were less than splendid, he wore no crown and his hair stood tangled from his head. Like the planet, the royalty was invisible decay. His wife wore inconspicuous clothes; it was as if she was sitting behind him, although both chairs were at the same height.

Many descendants had sprung from the family after seven generations, and the court was much larger than at the beginning. There were sons and daughters of concubines and wives. The governors of the cities stood in a separate area. In keeping with their status, they arrived in airships, which were increasingly becoming standard. The energy of the crystals was used in the same way as for the stones, so that the sky ships floated. They were propelled by a pulsating shift in their own magnetic field and glided silently. They were reserved for the supreme rulers of the territories, but they were willing to lend them to other inhabitants of their district for important matters. The people were used to the sight, and hardly anyone raised their heads when a squadron of seven ships approached the palace. The landing site had been newly constructed and the tribal leaders disembarked from the ships. They were the last of the participants and their arrival was already expected as they entered the hall. They saw that six wise men had seated themselves on chairs to the left and right of the throne. As in the old days, they wore wide, light-colored robes with hoods that hid their faces until the beginning of the council. Opposite the throne, the scholars had positioned themselves in small groups, ready to report their findings to the king and the council. The last tribal leaders joined the Nibiruians standing around.

The scholars differed from everyone else in their clothing: Wide robes with borders were reserved for them. Each subject area wore a different color, the hems of the robes were adorned with mechanical devices, mathematical formulas or models of the smallest parts of the cosmos. Metallic sounds made the room vibrate, the members of the council threw back their hoods and the meeting was opened.

At a nod from the Elder of the Wise, a scholar in dark green robes stepped forward, the border adorned with images of various types of rock. "We are geoscientists and have examined the sediments and seen that there have been strong climate fluctuations on Nibiru in the past."

The one standing next to him was a scholar of the air and clouds, his robes were gray, signs of the weather adorned his hem. His powerful voice echoed through the hall. "My group has examined the composition of the atmosphere and we have looked at Nibiru from the outside. You can't see it in the sky yet, but the images we've taken from the vastness of space show it clearly: A fracture is running through our atmosphere, it's getting thinner."

The wise men looked worried and one of them asked: "Why is that? Have you been able to find a cause?"

The scholar continued: "The volcanoes around us are less active, they have repeatedly rebuilt a protective shell over many flocks, now they seem to be exhausted." Silence fell, perplexity reflected in the eyes of all those present.

The oldest wise man found words: "Is there a solution, can we do something?"

A scholar of the small parts of the cosmos stepped forward, dressed like the men, only the fabric was tighter on her body. "We are looking for ways to heal the atmosphere. One way would be to bring the volcanoes back to life. Their sediments have created a shield for us as long as we are."

"How can we do this?" asked one of the sages. To which another scholar replied: "The weapons of thunder, once developed for war, could be sent to the craters." An approving hum filled the hall, the logic of the plan immediately apparent to all.

The Scholar of the Air said: "There is another way to heal the atmosphere. Gold, rubbed into the finest dust, can close the shell again. But we need moregold than we have ever found since records began." Resigned, his voice flattened.

"Now then," said the eldest of the wise men, "begin to rouse the volcanoes from their slumber." They put on their hoods and the meeting was over. The king looked relieved, as these meetings disrupted his otherwise quiet life. The people were full of hope again.

A flock passed and explosive substances were dropped by airships over the craters of the volcanoes. Thunder and tremors shook the whole of Nibiru. However, the renewed eruptions were not very intense and were short-lived. Life increasingly moved indoors. The once bustling streets were deserted. Only those who could not avoid it were exposed to the scorching heat or biting cold. The farmers had erected new buildings with roofs made of transparent material. It could be dimmed clear or dark as required so that the plants were well supplied with light. Only their photosynthesis and the water still available maintained the planet's air atmosphere. Four-legged animals had to be moved from the slopes into buildings, some of them underground. But much less could be grown, much less meat was available and the shortage of food was so great that few children were born. Nibiru seemed doomed to die.

The time of the summer solstice had arrived and once again the Council of Wise Men met. As less than a crowd ago, the wise men sat on either side of the royal couple, facing the scholars. The court was grouped around the assembly, but this time without the tribal leaders. A crackling sound announced their appearance and holograms instead of themselves lined up side by side. The wise men took note and flipped their hoods back; the council was in session. The eldest spoke: "The volcanoes bring no salvation. The break in the sky is getting bigger and bigger, the rain is not coming. The land and its inhabitants are becoming barren. We have come together atto find a way out." Hopeful, everyone turned towards the scholars.

The group of astronomers was dressed in dark clothes, stones shining like stars on their robes. An astronomer now stepped forward, his border decorated with planets. "My name is En.Schar and I study the orbits of the planets in our solar family. Let me show them to you." En.Schar had a tablet in his hand, on which he typed, and a murmur went through the hall as a hologram appeared on the open space in front of the royal couple.

A golden planet, the sun, was the center, nine planets orbited it, each at its own speed. En.Schar pointed to Nibiru, which was the only one drawing a strong ellipse, and continued: "As you can see, our orbit crosses that of the four outer planets at large intervals." Then he tapped the board again and all the stars stopped. "The first planet is us." He pointed to Nibiru, which was now roughly in the middle of all the planets. "We are currently so close to the sun on our eternal journey that we are meeting all the other companions." Now he typed something again and all the planets except Nibiru started moving again and stopped one after the other. They lined up one after the other like a string of pearls. Writing now appeared above the outermost planet. "Look, at the very outside, number two, that's little Gaga (Neptune), followed by Anu (Uranus) and Anshar (Saturn) and number five is the giant Kishar (Jupiter). These outer planets are separated from the four inner planets by a dense band of asteroids." Every time the scholar mentioned the name of a planet, the writing appeared above it and everyone followed the lesson spellbound. You could see that En.schar was also enjoying the spectacle and he paused briefly to continue in a devout silence: "Beyond the asteroid belt we find Lahmu (Mars), then the number seven, Earth, followed by Lahamu (Venus) and Mummum (Mercury)." En.Schar looked around with satisfaction, the hall was silent, they were hanging on his lips. "I have ordered the investigation of allplanets. Our new, unmanned ships have checked their atmosphere and composition from afar. What they discovered was confusing, so different from the composition of Nibiru, which gets worse with every orbit."

The second group of scholars was the analysts of fabrics. Their robes were turquoise, with formulas and symbols alternating on the borders. Their spokesman stepped forward. "We know our atmosphere can be healed with gold, it must be very finely ground up to the sky and form a new cloak. The metal is rare. We have to find it and extract it. The explorations have shown that one planet beyond the iron band has a lot of gold. It is Earth. It would be wise to bring it from there to our planet."

Everyone now turned their attention to the royal couple. Decisions of great importance were necessary, the last forces had to be mobilized. But the seventh king after the war was slow to raise his chin, looked across the hall and said: "Like my wife, I think we will receive help from higher spheres. We should just ask for it more." Now comfortable enough to swing his leg off the backrest, he leaned forward and looked at a scholar in metallic gray robes - it was one of the engineers. "Is it even possible to get to the planet of gold?"

The engineer looked submissively at the ground, then spoke: "We have good ships, the journey is long and the band of asteroids is a great danger. Many unmanned aerial vehicles have failed on it. We don't know how to get through it safely."

The mood in the hall began to change. Many princes were present and not only the tribal leaders, but almost all the people were watching the meeting of the most powerful of their planet on virtual screens. These screens were made of transparent material and were installed in the most important buildings, which had taken over the function of the former markets, in places visible to all. Theyotherwise transmitted information about upcoming events. The king's weakness was obvious and it was clear to many that only the princes had the power to bring about change.

Da.Ru, the seventh king after the war, heard the words sympathetically. "Well, I can't support flights there until security is guaranteed." Then he stood up and, contrary to his usual lethargy, shouted forcefully into the hall: "The meeting is over." The wise men raised their hoods and the scholars began to disperse.

Like almost all the inhabitants of Nibiru, Alalu had followed the meeting. He carried royal seed, albeit diluted. Growing up in the streets of the capital Agade, he was strikingly tall. Dominant in demeanor, eyes as dark as space, his hair as powerful as his voice. Like all men, he wore a beard whose length was an indication of his age. His was well trimmed and gave a hint of his striking face. He kept moving forward and in silence he and other princes had organized themselves into a small group and gathered weapons. In the newly created tunnels beneath the city, lit by a crystal light, he was gathered with three dozen men. Stunned, they had listened to the king's words.

Alalu's words freed them from the stupor that followed as he called out: "The time to take up arms has now come. Let us go to the palace, we must oppose the decline. There will be no change with Du.Ru, Nibiru follows its weakness." A cheer could be heard, weapons tapping on the ground, in three formations of twelve they went to seize power.

Da.Ru sensed the revolt. The hall was also equipped with transparent screens, which he had activated after everyone had left. The screens not only showed the empty streets of the cities, the withering fields of the farmers, the dying of the animals. Today they showed him Alalu approaching with his men. Da.Ru stood up, breathing heavilyhe looked around, wearing a long robe. To make it easier to walk, he gathered it with his hands and hurried towards the tower of the palace. It was a long way through corridors and floors, Da.Ru was too slow, the sound of his footsteps had not yet faded when the princes got close to him. Step by step, Da.Ru ran up the tower with a hurried face. Alalu followed him, while the others stayed behind.

Alalu had many followers and they had carried the news of the uprising to the city. The people around the palace knew what was happening. Despite the heat, they had gone outside and waited for news. The palace rose proudly, built from huge blocks of the best stone. Huge volcanoes were the backdrop to their home, only a few of them still spewing smoke. The sky was a mottled gray. At the entrance to the palace stood Naja, elevated on a platform. She was the medium of the palace, her head bowed, her hands clasped together. She stood in the place where every word could be heard by all through skillful acoustics. Then, as if struck by lightning, she called out to her people from above: "Look!" And her finger pointed to the tower. A moment later, a body fell down, the crown beside it. It seemed as if time stretched out, the fall seemed endless, for the whole planet saw existing things end and new possibilities arise. The people rejoiced, there was hope again.

Chapter 4

The twist

The death of the seventh king was followed by deep confusion. The council of wise men argued. Who should succeed to the throne? Alalu was not firstborn? Was he a murderer? How could a murderer ascend the throne?

The Council of Wise Men convened seven judges. A decision was to be made in the king's hall. The judges, three men and four women, dressed in the silver-grey robes of high officials, sat at a table shaped like an arch. They looked at Alalu, light filtering through the dome into the center of the hall where he stood. His fate was in his hands.

"Please speak, Alalu, why should we choose you as our king?" the judge, who was sitting right in the middle, spoke in a deep, penetrating voice.

"I am a descendant of Alam, the son of the concubine of the third king, he was a firstborn, he should have been the fourth king. The law of the seed was placed before that of the firstborn because of him, solely to secure his own power. The seed of An.Shargal is in me, I am a descendant of the firstborn."

A judge looked piercingly at Alalu. "We have already studied the annals. The whereabouts of An.Shargal's concubine and her son are not documented. What evidence can you provide?"

"I am descended from An.Shargal!" Alalu raised his voice menacingly. "I swear it on my life."

The judges looked at each other, unsure whether that would be enough. The woman in the middle nodded to Alalu: "Let us deliberate." Alalu left the hall with firm steps, his loyal princes following him. The air was heavy, the chicsal of the planet was in the hands of the judges. Should they make a choice based on faith?

The door opened and an official entered. "A young prince is standing by, he would like to speak to you." "Let him come in." They were all grateful for a turn of phrase.

All the princes were very similar, they all wore their hair tied back in a bun and their dark eyes were watchful. The one standing in front of them wore the clothes of the court, a light turquoise robe. The people were divided by color, and disguise was common, so color could always be deceptive. "What do you have to present?" one of the judges asked him.

"I, who stand here, am a descendant of the first king according to the annals, though not the firstborn. The nature of An flows in my veins, undiluted by the blood of a concubine. My name is Anu." Tall and thin, he spoke quickly and was agile. "I am worthy of a king." The judges were astonished. "Let us study the annals, then we will decide."

The judges withdrew and were able to find their way to Anu in the records, one of his forefathers was the fifth son of An. He was of pure lineage and perfect before the law. "He shall be the new king," said four of the seven judges. "He has not fought, he lacks energy. Can he unite the people and save us?" Three of them were unsure. The decision was made by the majority.

They called Anu and Alalu to them, they stood in pairs in front of the judges, neither of them entered the center of the hall. The judge in charge opened the important session. The people waited outside the palace gates, everything was broadcast on the large screens, they heard every word.

"Alalu, next to you stands Anu, true descendant of the first king An. The annals have shown us. We have him and your oath." She opened her mouth to announce her decision, but even before she spoke, Alalu spread his arms in an embrace and took a step towards Anu, now standing in the middle of the hall. He pulled him close and exclaimed: "I am so happy to see you here beside me. Although we are from different descendants, we are descended from one ancestor. Let us live in peace and lead Nibiru together to the prosperity of times past." Alalu hugged Anu tightly.

The judge remained silent, the turn of events was too surprising. Alalu seemed to be following the predetermined path alone.

Alalu now spoke with a loud voice, the light of the dome directly above him: "Let me ascend the throne and you will be my successor! Let his son marry my daughter, may the successors be united!" His energy was strong.

Anu now bowed to the judges. "I see myself as the first successor in line after Alalu. One of my sons will choose one of his daughters as his bride."

The judges were surprised and remained silent, unsure whether this was the right path to take. But how could they enforce their decision against those involved? They looked each other in the eye, each of them exchanged ideas with the other, they were in a frequency and knew that they would have to follow events and that they were not in control. The judge sitting on the far left spoke, "So be it." And everyone else looked at him in agreement.

The eighth king was recorded in the royal annals, his name was Alalu.

Chapter 5

The escape

Alalu's reign was very dynamic. The weapons he had built were far more powerful than those of his predecessor. They were brought to the volcanoes, the mountains shook, the valleys trembled, bright thunder shone in the sky. Like the weapons in the volcanoes, the people's hopes of recovery went up in smoke, for they could not be revived.

Alalu now sent manned ships into space to search for gold. Many turned back, others did not return, having failed in the vastness of space on their way to other worlds. Anu sat at his side like a cupbearer, biding his time. Alalu looked down on him, for him he was one of his servants.

The flocks passed, the climate grew worse from orbit to orbit, the atmosphere thinner and thinner. And Alalu was trapped in his own glory. Like his predecessor, he did not see the day of battle coming.

Anu approached him in front of the throne, he seemed taller and stronger, prince friends were in the room. He spoke in a new tone: "Alalu, I challenge you to battle!" He pulled his robe over his head and stood there bare-chested, strong and ready to attack. "Your time is up, you haven't used it, look at Nibiru."

Alalu also took off his robe and they wrestled in the middle of the hall. The courtiers formed a ring, cheered them on and Anu finally gained the upper hand. His entourage rejoiced and a call was made to the Council of the Wise to appoint the new king and record him in the annals.

They were all running around and Alalu took advantage of this brief period of confusion and ran out of the palace. Half naked as he was, clad only in a pair of shorts, his path led him to the Hall of Sky Ships. They were like a symbol, because he wanted to escape the fate that had once befallen Da.Ru. He stopped for a moment and called out to encourage himself: "I will not fall, I will rise!" He quickly reached the largest of the ships, opened it, went to the front and sat down in the pilot's seat. His eyes wandered over the equipment, his mind was quick, he was able to categorize them quickly and closed all the entrances first. The display in front of him showed their neighbors, the stars were aligned favorably, he tapped on the seventh planet of their solar family. The system calculated the orbit and he pressed the button that initiated the launch. The people outside the palace watched the ship disappear into the vastness of the sky. Alalu had chosen Earth as his destination.

Part 2 - Gold

Chapter 1

The landing

Nibiru became a ball, Alalu saw its reddish shimmering mantle, inconsistently making waves around its home. The break in the middle was clearly visible, it was a dark wound. His instruments also showed his destination: the earth. Their caps were white from the snow.

Once again, he looked at the display of the camera eye, which was facing backwards. Nibiru shrank into a small fruit. Alalu now realized what he had done. Breathing heavily, he realized that although he had escaped one death, he was flying towards the next. He studied the future path of the ship. The miles counted up, the distance grew and he lost himself further and further in the infinity of space. The loneliness was also infinite. He encountered Gaga (Neptune), whose orbit determined his journey. Sometimes in front of him, sometimes behind him, it pulled him further away. It led him to the next planet, the gigantic KiSchar (Jupiter). He needed all the power of the drive to escape from its clutches, its gravitational pull was very strong. He flew on, much time passed until the iron band lay before him. His face was reflected in the displays, the long journey had already left deep furrows and a grown beard. Rockschunks now threatened his flight. In the cockpit, he saw them flying towards him, one of the asteroids was on a collision course. He frantically searched for the beam weapons, he managed to activate them at the last moment and they shattered the danger. Miles and miles passed him by in numbers on the display. Without further incident, he crossed the dense band of asteroids and then he saw it: the first of the two outer twins. Lahmu (Mars) was its name. Reddish-brown and enveloped in a thin atmosphere, he flew past it quickly, for Alalu had a fascinating destination in mind. The Earth seemed like a pearl of water, snow caps framed it like a diamond, the land masses gave it character. It was smaller and less gravitational than Nibiru, its atmosphere similar to that of its home planet according to the measurements. Clouds were visible, much whiter and brighter than on its home planet.

Alalu reached orbit and pointed his scanners at the land and water. He analyzed the evaluation on the screen of his cockpit with interest. Bars in different colors showed him the frequency of the elements whose abbreviations were under each graphic. He threw his head back with a laugh. "Gold!" he exclaimed to himself. "Gold in the water and on the land." He set off for the landing, undecided whether it was better to land in the water or on dry land. Both had their dangers. He chose landing coordinates on the banks of a river and let the system take over. Entering the atmosphere made his ship tremble, it glowed and Alalu drew up his legs, put his head on his knees and waited for the end. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead and into his beard. He was too fast. A bang and the impact - he heard it all and, remembering it, he knew he had survived.

Joy ran through his body, he had reached the planet of gold alive.

Chapter 2

The exploration

He opened the blinds of the side hatches and saw land in front of him, the sun reflected in the water of a river. The green vegetation was finer than on Nibiru, the leaves were smaller and the flowers were wonderfully colorful. The sky was bright blue, it was so different from what he knew. Alalu went to the back of the ship, still wearing only the short, tight trousers of battle. He opened doors on the walls until he found what he was looking for. A helmet with a pointed breathing attachment and a protective suit made him smile with satisfaction. The suit was made of silver material, although wafer-thin, it would protect him against heat and cold. He put both on and walked to the airlock. When the inner door closed behind him and the outer door opened shortly afterwards, the sun shone on him, who had been traveling in the dark for so long. Alalu stepped firmly onto the dark floor. There he stood alone on a strange planet, far from his family and banished forever. A tear ran down his cheek. First he circled his ship, which lay large and gray in front of him. Heavy plates formed the outer protective hull. Almost without exception, they were square and fitted together exactly like the stones of their houses. The engines were only visible through the openings on the side. He could find no serious damage and returned to the cockpit. He carefully closed it and darkened window after window by operating the display. Then he left the cockpit and went into the room that had been set up for sleeping. There he lay down on the unadorned couch, which was gray like almost everything else in the ship. He quickly sank into a dreamless sleep.

The sun rose and set seven times. When he woke up, he looked up at the ceiling of his ship and it took him a moment to realize his incomprehensible situation. Then he jumped up and quickly went into the cockpit. His systems counted the time on Nibiru, where only a few minutes had passed. Alalu wondered how long he had slept. He walked around the spaceship and found what he was looking for. He pushed a test rod out through a specially constructed opening. The oxygen and nitrogen levels showed green. Elated, he looked out of the reopened apertures. In the equipment chamber, he found eye protection shaped like a broad sickle, a fabric tester and a handy weapon whose rays could destroy anything that lived. It lay like a small staff in his hand, the testing device was attached to a belt, which he wrapped around his still half-naked body. His search had also uncovered a pair of longer trousers. They were not part of the ship's equipment and a pilot seemed to have forgotten them. Skeptically, he lifted them into the air, smelled them and held them in front of him to check the size. Considering his options, he put on the strange clothing.

He made his way back outside via the airlock, this time without breathing apparatus and protective suit. He stood there with a bare upper body and simple leggings and took his first breath like a newborn full of hope, courage and fear. And the air was good, very good in fact. He laughed out loud, sang a song of joy in his own language and walked towards the river. Here and there he stopped and pointed the scanner at the ground. There were small stones by the river; he picked them up and threw them into the water. He watched the flight of the pebbles in this other world with interest. The water moved, he ran into the current of the river and saw fish after fish. He knew with enthusiasm that he could survive here. Now he changed the settings of the scanner and pointed it at the water. He patiently dragged it across the surface of the water and its rays captured all the elements right down to the bottom. The display on the topshowed many bars and Alalu quickly selected the important from the unimportant. The scanner detected gold in various concentrations - both in the water and in the river sand. Now he tapped the device and checked the biological composition. The values showed that he could not drink this water, it was riddled with organisms he did not know. Alalu had to go in search of uncontaminated water. The water lapped around his legs, the sun had disappeared behind the clouds and the diversity and splendor of all the life around him filled him with an unexpected inner joy. Nibiru had made him forget the beauty of nature, for there it was only found in protected areas. Smiling, he continued his exploration, for all this was better, more beautiful and more than his people could imagine, and he would deliver this message.

He saw hills overgrown with small trees and walked curiously in their direction. The vegetation became denser and denser, bushes and shrubs now clearly towered above him. He made his way with the beam of his weapon. The ground beneath his feet became damp, then he saw the spring. The tester pointed to green: the best water to quench his thirst. He scooped it up with his hands and drank as much as he could.

I have water, I have fish, I will live,thought Alalu full of confidence. He stopped in a clearing, various fruits were hanging from the trees, which were strange to him. He stretched out towards them and at first he thought what was moving there was a branch. But it hissed and seemed to snap at his hand. Alalu jumped back and aimed the beam of his weapon at the creature with lightning speed. It was dead instantly. Like a rope and without arms or legs, it now lay on the ground, a forked tongue hanging out of its mouth. He had never seen anything like it, it shook him with horror. Now he was more attentive, looking at the small animals around him and carefully picking off fruit. He hadn't eaten anything for a long time, his tester thought the fruit was good and when he bit into it, he was surprised by its sweetness. He took as much as he could carryback to his ship. Euphoric, he switched on the systems; the connection would not only transmit words, but also his image. He sat in the cockpit and his hand hovered over the display area that would activate the connection call. With a "Take it easy, Alalu," he went back into the rear chamber and searched the wall compartments for another spacesuit. He slipped it on, arranged his wild hair with his hands and smoothed his beard. He was ready to proclaim his triumph.

Chapter 3

The report

The display showed his ship's route from Nibiru to this location. This and all the data he had already collected were the cards he would play. Alalu now tapped the display and a pulsating arrow on the screen showed that a signal was being sent towards Nibiru. He impatiently changed his sitting position, checked the outgoing data and struggled to hide his relief when his request was heard. A beep and the disappearance of the arrow announced that the addressee had opened its channels. The transparent front in front of the pilot's seat was now a monitor and he saw Anu and his entourage in front of him as if he were standing before them in the palace.

They were obviously surprised and rushed over. Only Anu sat gracefully on his throne. The information was transmitted via a portable tower, one side of which had a black, smooth surface that caught every beam and every sound.

"It is I, your former king. I was defeated, but I am strong enough to reach the earth," Alalu called out to them.

"You have succeeded on a journey that so many ships have failed on?" asked Anu in surprise.

"I know the orbits of the stars, they were taught to me, I know their power and history." He spoke louder and louder now. "I have found the planet of gold. The devices see it everywhere: in the water and on the land. I hold the salvation of Nibiru in my hand." He hesitated briefly to give his words weight. "I set the conditions." His gaze was proud and hard; they couldn't get past him.

"That's really good news. We'll discuss what to do." Anu was not convinced.

"Why do you want to hesitate? Build ships, a fleet, we must lift it and bring it to us."

"We'll discuss it," Anu said, the screen going dark.

Alalu stood up, stepped outside and was surprised that the sun had already set again. The change from day to night at this speed was strange to him. And then he saw it: the friendly companion of the earth, a shining ball in the sky. He smiled. What a beautiful world. In the spaceship, he analyzed the data from the scanner, mapped his surroundings and noted where gold could be found. When he had finished and looked outside again, it was already light again. The rapid rotation of the earth irritated him. Well, a day had passed and he knew from his studies that there were 365 of these rotations in a complete orbit of the radiant sun. A year was 3600 times less than a turn, and so he waited a night and a day for an answer from Nibiru, where they had consulted for less than an hour.