The title is latin for "Prophecies of The Unknown"

A play abot an ancient prophecy that belongs to an ancient race. As the prophecy unravels the hero, Dante, finds himself in the middle of an ancient war waged thousands of years before his time, in between a war held between to powerful nations, and in the middle of a war between two diffrent dimensions.

Please Note: This is a working Progress and has yet to be complete.

Stranger: Hmmm… alright… I see… you are worthy to know how to use the Tachyon. But I must warn you… you will become more than what you are now…

Chronobus: More?

Stranger: Yes… and at the same time less…

Chronobus: How?

Stranger: You will lose your essence… and become something that is without a form… and yet has any form it wishes… unless of course you know how to control it.

Chronobus: So in a sense… a Wraith?

Stranger: Hmmm… Yes… like all those mortals… you will become… a Wraith…

Chronobus: Well… Continue! Tell me…

Stranger: The Tachyon is an energy flow that can be created by the Shakkazui…

Chronobus: What must I do?

Stranger: if you are who you say you are… you created it…therefore you should know…

Chronobus: If I created it… then it’s something I haven’t created yet…

Stranger: I used to hear stories of you… hmmm… keeper of time? I think not! They used to say that you could recall memories from any time… you could see the future… and the past… but I see you now… you’re a fraud!

Chronobus: Silentium! You will not speak to me in such a manner! I am a god amongst MEN!

Stranger smiles

Stranger: Funny you should mention that, I do not pertain to that category.

Chronobus: You shouldn’t be able to speak… or move!

Stranger: I told you… I am without a form… and yet I maintain this one… your Shakkazui cannot bind me… you make chains… and I will slip through the cuffs…

Chronobus: You’re a wraith?

Stranger: Yes, I see you’ve caught on, but I don’t want to help you. I only want one thing.

Chronobus: What is that??

Stranger: YOU!

Chronobus: Scutum Mens!!!

Stranger rises…

Stranger: This body is over a hundred years of age… you knew him… but you severed my bond to it… I can’t hold on for much longer… YOU LOOSE!

Chronobus: NO WAIT!!! He’s gone… I’ll never be able to save my precious fountain… But he said… it was something I’ve created… and that I could recall memories from any time… apparently he knows a lot about me… I must think…

Seconds pass and Chronobus suddenly

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  • Socorro Lawas on Aug 2, 2011

    A powerful account. You have a way with words.

  • Socorro Lawas on Dec 31, 2011

    I see you love Greek literature and philosophy from the names of the characters. Good job.

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