“That worked out well, I enjoyed that first story that we pulled from the archives very much.” the scribe rumbled and his voice echoed throughout the immense chamber. “I wondered where that old saying came from, ‘the spark giveth and the spark taketh away’. Now I know it was that story of the giant.

Minoeth looked up from his meditative state and looked at the rumbly scribe with his enormous eyes. “Yes, that worked out very well. And just so you all know, I’ve heard from Boss, and he approves of this project wholeheartedly. He says to make a goal to pull at least 100 events from the library and make them into a book for others to enjoy.”

All the scribes looked at Minoeth in surprise and partial dismay.

“But, what about our regular duties? Will we have to catch up when we’re done with this project?”

The light shone through the transparent colorful glass-like material as Minoeth smiled brightly. “We are all excused from our regular duties until we’ve finished this project. Boss set a deadline for us to get it done within two earth years.”

There were nods and pleased murmurings throughout the library, and a sense of relief washed over all 100 scribes.

“OK, fellow Quarkles, let’s get to work on this project. My thoughts initially were to do it in alpha order but now I’m thinking random order.” he looked around for any reactions and seeing none, went on, “I want each of you to pick one favorite historical event and pull it from the archives to present to the group.”

Nods of agreement, again. So they each flew off into the depths of the circular room, all in different directions. In exactly two seconds, they each came back with a shimmering block of energy circling their bodies. Words in the Quarkle tongue were written upon the energy blocks, graceful and fluid movement everywhere.

Minoeth wasn’t surprised to see the scribes return so quickly, in fact, he was more surprised that they were so slow.

The Quarkle Chronicles № 2

‘Hurry up and finish that painting, Lizo, time most assuredly has meaning on earth even if we don’t pay any attention to it here in Quarkopolis.”

Lizo looked up from the painting of Naylin by Selina Ahnert that he had so perfectly and masterfully copied from the original. “Almost there, just one more stroke of the brush,” he painstakingly and precisely caused the ever present energy to flow in just the right direction, finishing with a flourish.

The portal opened with a dramatic show of multi-colored energy sparks in all different shapes and sizes. It was completely soundless but also complete with every sound ever to be heard in the Zeroth dimension. Lizo looked on in awe and amazement watching the final birth pangs of the creation of a portal.

He knew from his schooling that portals were special and could only be created with certain conditions present. First, it had to be a picture, photo, or painting of something already existing or about to exist on earth. Second, it had to be very, very colorful. And finally, it had to be connected in some way, preferably emotionally, to one or more people on the earth.

So with this particular portal, Lizo knew that the original exquisitely drawn and painted piece of art already existed on earth. All he’d had to do after receiving the assignment from his captain was ask a Portal Agent to get an image of the original, and he was on his way.

Lizo’s captain looked at the finished portal with undisguised approval. “Well done, young Quarkkid. You will lead a team through the Naylin portal immediately. You will transform into minuscule pegasus horses, smaller than a thumbnail.”

Lizo looked up in surprise and delight, wondering at the unique choice of their animation. Without questions or any hesitation, he enthusiastically agreed, “Yes, captain. Right away.”

TO BE CONTINUED

The Quarkle Chronicles is a collection of stand alone stories extracted from historical events told for your enjoyment and convenience. Each is intended to bring a spark of encouragement to your life and heart.