The Temple in the Sky, Fernando Herrera Jr [the rosie project .txt] 📗

to whatever degree one’s genetic stock postulates upon, regardless of one’s genic bespeaks, because in agreement with the natural laws of beauty, it is the “echt-perfect-anatomy” (example: fashion models and Hollywood actors who are unquestionably beautiful); and the other, when likewise, one’s genetic factor’s postulates upon, but is, in lieu of the echt, a composition of one’s mind’s concoction of whatever of the “echt’s” fragments of an apt beauty that may or may not be legitimate for it is but a mere illusion of a desire that dwells within one’s libido (example: the infatuation that one develops for people one admires for their “relative” appearance: scent, personality, flesh, verbalizations, hair, etc.; who may or may not be an esthetic beauty, but one agnizes them to appear that way for the libido needs: what is popularly known as “chemistry”).
And so Apaec was exclusively the first type: a type of “renaissance boy,” if I may: a type of genius and a type of physical ace: the “echt:” handsome of wild features: unique South-American Amerindian-lineaments. He owned a “jewel:” a mesomorphic frame that could’ve been compared to that of the immortals, if there ever was (“he’s so sinewy,” the gossip girls often schmoozed); a sharp, sculpted face: high cheekbones, a thick bridge that was linked to a curvy nose, a high forehead that was always hidden under thick, black, wavy bangs, dark, enchanting, immaculate, big black-eyes that were scarcely broadened, never less red, always red, red, red, pouty lips, and needless to say for the obvious indigenous derivations, tan or bronze—which ever you prefer. He spoke with a charming, deep and smooth vox (“such a cute voice,” the admirers who appreciated would often opine); charismatic in character: never cruddy, always descent, gracious and courteous; eccentric of personality, which was likely due to a minute case of bipolarity (“he’s so weird,” the fibbers would opine, but they all liked him regardless); comical but not too comical: enough to remain out of the buffoonish domains (“we all know that a buffoon is never attractive,” animadverted the vox populi); superstitious and broad of mind: practically “unshockable;” showy of valiance; intelligent and cunning; aplomb with boys and romantic with girls; poetic with terms and jaunty with gesticulates; and possessing a rare talent that allowed him continuous debonair confidence—All of which neatly crafted his chipper character: the epitome of a male paragon, if there ever was—yes: “male paragon” would be the fair to middling articulation to describe his persona. Well, perhaps not as unadulterated as evoked. And that was one of the reasons why he wanted to become a god: because a mortal: an earthborn: a regular human like him, you and I (assuming that you are): cannot, and therefore will never (in no time in the past or future, to be clear), embody a paragon specimen; for perfection is not a human virtue: not for the body, not for the mind, so an illusion of our loins is all we can accept. But whence deprived of physicality and animalism and one is afforded immortality, the nonpareil can be transgressed. Perhaps a dogmatic concept, yes, but this concept is what Apaec accepted and it is what he craved.

This is his chronicle:

Earth, more than a thousand years ago (circa 100 BC), where deep in the rocky lands of Peru lays a valley where the Pampa Colorada sands meet the rivers and streams that flow from the Great Andes. Immersed deep in this green and lustful, untamed-valley of the Americas, once prevailed the people of Nazca. It was a grand city of architectural elegance depleted with pyramids and temples of symmetrical harmony that were predominately adorned with the lavish colors of blue, red, green, and gold. Golden statues of mythical gods and creatures decorated the temples and ball-courts, which in tune, were furnished with colorful flowers and draperies of hanging vinery. For many generations the vast surrounding terrain was plentiful and adequate for farming. Nevertheless, during this troublesome pre-historic period, the land was lingering through a worrisome epoch of drought. Consequently, systems of underground aqueducts and reservoirs were engineered by the inhabitants in order to maintain and harvest the lands. Common folklore amongst the indigenous natives apprised that the gods were infinitely watchful of them from the heavens and would protect them at any cost. They believed that the gods were spirits of their ancestors chosen by their creator, “Huiracocha,” to run the equilibrium on earth.

Huiracocha: “The Supreme God of Creation” was their all-mighty powerful God. After the first thousand years transpired within the dimension of time, a reservoir containing all the classes of energy in the universe was naturally formed. From this reservoir, brethren of powerful beings immersed and Huiracocha was one of them: the most powerful by far. Huiracocha longed for a son more than anything, but because he was immortal, he could not breed—or at least not immortal gods. Cosmic in magnificent powers—practically invincible--he was the supreme of Gods in the entire universe. Yet, he had one little hitch: he could not bare an immortal child. But for this calamitous predicament, he had an ingenious scheme: being as powerful as he was, he could render a miniscule fraction of himself to generate multiple sums of spirits. There and forth he called upon his lover, “The Goddess of the Rain” and commanded her to divide herself into sums of more spirits. Afterwards, he created the Heavens and “The Land of the Four Quarters” which was earth as the Nazkinians knew it. He sent the spirits down to the lands to reproduce and multiply, and for every one thousand years, a son would be formed from the energy that the spirits generated. The spirits of The Four Quarters, in time, would gather enough energy that would be fused into a high-lord, and the resulting high-lord would be Huracocha’s son. However, after the first thousand years went by, when his first son was born, Supay infiltrated the Supreme Lord’s temple and killed the newborn.

Supay: “The Unsavory God of Death” who had betrayed his brother by killing his son was jealous of Huiracocha’s super powers and his magnificent creations. He intended to embezzle the Heavens and the Four Quarters for himself and rule them at his own will. He knew that killing Huiracocha would be the only way to take the place of the Mighty High-Lord and take control of the Four Quarters, but Supay alone was not powerful enough to destroy Huiracocha. Consequently he single handedly began to kill the Gods, one by one, and drank their blood. This way he could retrieve their powers. For this, the High-Lord banished his brother Supay from the heavens—forever. As a result, Supay wandered for one hundred years in the “dimensions of nothingness,” until he created the world of the dead, and that is where he dwelled. When the ‘unworthy spirits’ died, instead of reincarnating into a new kindred spirit of the Four Quarters, Supay would seize their souls and utilize them as his slaves.

According to this belief, each mortal on earth was inhabited by a spirit which would in time be judged according to its worth. The “worth” consisted of noble deeds and “Karma-like” energy collected by each spirit during their stay on Earth. This was based on the declaration of the High-Lord himself. You see, the Nazca people possessed a “relic” that they believed mustn’t be tampered with. It was a placard type stone that according to legend, had been encrypted by the Mighty High-Lord at the beginning of time. The declaration was the single law that every spirit on earth was to live by. It was the declaration by which the Kachatin had lived for thousands of years until they vanished from the face of the earth.

Kachatin: To this date, whatever happened to them remains a mystery. However, the people of Nazca believed that they had been spoiled by greed, and hence, taken by Supay to serve him as slaves in the world of the dead.

The first Nazca people were a nomadic tribe that settled at the Pampa Colorada after the vanishing of the Kachatin. They found the placard amongst other artifacts and kept the placard with the belief that it was set there by the gods. It stated; “Every spirit in the ‘Land of the Four Quarters’ who seeks glory shall find it in heaven upon meeting the required deeds.”

Amongst these kindred spirits lived a curious young boy named Apaec, who was a member of the royal family of Nazca. Full of integrity, yet rebellious at heart, he possessed the rare and insatiable appetite for adventure and was considered illustrious amongst his people. Although roughly fourteen years of age, he already surpassed many of the adults in his clan with his physical agility and strength, and for this reason, he was the youngest member to accompany the “Kapras” in their dangerous expeditions to the outskirts of the land.

The Kapras: A prestigious clan-like cavalry trained virtuously for battle. However, they were also committed to capture prey and gather all types of precious merchandise for trade. Though the Kapra were impressive and numerous in talents, they were only a mere division of a larger regiment called, “The Soldiers of Tupac Nanu,” who were divided into ten main sectors. They served as the city’s loyal protectors. If Nazca ever ran into the unfortunate fate of being attacked, they would come together as one army and honorably serve the city as warriors.

Every night Apaec begged through prayer to the gods that he would not be the next successor to the king’s throne. Rather, he covertly yearned to be chosen as a god. It was his dream that one day he would live amongst the gods in their world. He imagined the grandiose heavens as a majestic land where the rivers of immaculate water flowed across the landscape and the evergreen trees extended high beyond the mountains into the midst of the cotton-like clouds. That was where he wanted to be. The notion of adventure seemed to be the only thing that caught his flourishing, young imagination. Although he fantasized of the magnificent world that lay beyond the mortal realms, he did not long to live there for the sole purpose of leading a life of lavishness. He could experience that on earth as king if he wanted to. His intents were virtuous at heart because he felt the most appealing aspect of an immortal life was the chance to rid the gods’ neglecting of his people. He felt that the gods were careless in not providing the sufficient essentials for the Nazcas and he didn’t understand why. They didn’t send enough rain for the crops to grow or enough animals for the people to hunt. In Nazca, as long as he could remember, food and water were a scarcity. There never seemed to be enough of anything fruitful in the land and many people would often die of starvation and illness. For those reasons he would be the grandest of the gods, because he would let it rain down on earth as much as the people desired. He would keep them safe from the illnesses that came during the winter and he would send them enough animals to hunt. It would be the happiest era ever known to the land. He was sure of it. He was also sure that The High-Lord would be pleased by his actions and would then reward him with many more powers. In his mind he would become the most powerful god ever to exist… except for the All-Mighty High-Lord of course… and his loyal brethren of subordinate High-Lords.

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Unheard Memoirs

Common folk tales of Nazca spoke of a place where the divine beings came down from the heavens to take those, “worthy” away. The flats where