Prophecies of Aa Konta | Maf: Starfleet Battles
This story was written with the assistance of an AI writing program.
Aa Konta, (pronounced “ah-ah, con`-tah”), a desert shaman from the now extinct Gherallis tribe of Kaolsani, lived from 165 AD to about 230 AD. The Kaolsani people are natives of the Dielvan Wac Desert and the Shapas Desert of Maf.
This is a selection of his prophecies.
1 —
“I stand beside the rock that glistens. (Editor’s note: Wetrock) In the sand, many iron chariots are at rest. Many men are here, warriors. Warriors of the east, of the man of shadows; he who rides the iron chariot, he who directs the storm. It is a warcamp.
A man removes a parchment from his clothing. It is longer on one side than the other. The parchment is thin and white, not like parchment at all. He spreads it out before the other men. Strange writing covers both sides, many lines, many colors, he points at the writing and colors and speaks. Then he adds markings and colors of his own.
He stops speaking and turns his head. He looks at where I am standing but does not see me. He turns back to his warriors and speaks some more.”
Wetrock is a rock formation at the base of a rock escarpment in the center of the Shapas Desert. The base rock, egg-shaped and about 5 feet tall, is continuously wet from the dripping of water that falls on it from the escarpment.
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“It is a tower of iron, like a tent but without the cloth. It stands several men tall. At its feet is an iron goat. The goat bucks. Each time it bucks the black desert blood is drawn closer to the sand from far below.
The iron tent tower with no tent stands over a narrow and deep well. It draws not water but black blood of the desert from far below the sands.”
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“Many (men) come with iron horses and iron camels. They unload the iron camels and build iron towers across the desert. The men dig deep into the sand to find the black blood of the desert.”
4-
“I stand at the lip of a canyon. Below men scurry and dig in the ground. I know this place. It is the canyon of diamonds and colored stones in the north. My people and other tribes trade for these diamonds and colored stones, we make jewelry and crafts with which we adorn with these stones.
The men digging for these do the same. They send them to large villages far away. There men make jewelry and crafts just as we do, adorning their work with the stones of the desert.
The men have built a fierce iron horse across the desert that chugs and, snorts and smells. It huffs and pulls many iron chariots behind it. This iron monster runs on iron poles the men have planted along the sand.
The men load gold and iron, stones and diamonds into the iron chariots this beast pulls. The beast is big and fearsome. Smoke as from a cookfire flares from a big nose on its head.”
Believed to be referencing either Arkanzaia or Kranmor Canyon.
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“I see a dark path in the sand. It is wide and very long. It seems made of mud but like rock.
A great iron bird stands at the end of this path. The bird runs. It runs faster and faster then leaps into the air.
The iron bird soars into the sky. It flies far and gets smaller and smaller.
I stand and watch until I see it no more.”
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“I help give birth to a baby.
I take the baby into my arms.
I am wearing stange clothes, blue, a blue robe.
I look down. I am a woman!
I have the baby in my arms. I turn to a man beside me. He wears a blue robe as I do. A blue mask covers his mouth and nose.
He takes the baby. The baby cries.
The mother asks if the baby is happy.
The man places the baby in the mothers' arms.
I awake from this strange dream.”
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“Wetrock is dry.
The waters no longer serve the people.
East, a storm gathers. Iron rain falls. The storm travels west growing more magnificent and terrible. Lightning falls to the ground. Many chariots are destroyed.
Fire sweeps through the storm destroying its enemies. At the head of the storm, a man of pale skin rides a chariot of iron. He and his followers sweep past Wetrock, gathering to themselves the riches of the sands and drinking deep of the black blood beneath.
This refreshes them and they ride a long ride, many months. They stop only when they reach the northwestern sea. At the village of the fishers, this man will one day establish a new home, and the waters of Wetrock will once again nourish the sands and refresh those who stop at the rock.”
Aa Konta was renowned as a mystic, shaman, healer and peacekeeper of his people. His tribe, the Gherallis, a tribe of nomads, are believed to have traveled all across the Shapas Desert and even into the forests south of the great river, and to the banks of the great river.
