It wasn't unexpected, but the force of the waves following the arrival of what was determined to be Dokk's destructive force, had hailed from an endless connection to something that could not be reached without knowing the exact pathway. Whether by wormhole anomalies or great speeds, this was something they had no knowledge of where to begin. But the wisdom of Zoic and bravery of the crew, would set about a plan to destroy what was itself, a destroyer.
"How did you know that sending out elements of your world would trigger the entity of Dokk?" Deba asked Zoic as he remembered the ancient name of Foid. He stirred and stated that it was an old trick. Like a distraction.
"Foid has many old names..." Deba continued but was cut off.
"To speak the name would not be wise at this time." Zoic assured her.
"I won't. I heard tales and legends. None very good." She answered back.
"The thing about the elements of Fiod are that they carry the vibrations of the original creation of the world in its entirety. Those energy vibrations are contained and dense in their form. The Forgotten Moon will be what we'll use to keep what's out there at bay, while we head back to Arcan 748."
Zoic instructed the crew that they'll use the scout ship on board to gain access to the surface and look for a captain of a sea vessel of the old world of their time. From memory of what the elders spoke of, the name was Titan. And every sea entryway from other worlds had been limited to ports allowing only for sailing ships of the sea.
One entire region of Arcan was entirely abandoned and a massive dead zone. No signals, or radio equipment could be picked up if one should be stranded there. It was known as the Dead Lands in a world that echoed of death.
Zoic had pondered on the possibility of using elements like the stones and gems he sent out amid the cluster of the Forgotten Moon. But the journey toward Arcan 748 was the first step, and they would have to remain unseen as much as possible. Dark forces had already claimed the planet and all living souls there were set on thoughts of keeping the dark energy supplied with whatever means they had. Rainier brought the ship's drones back in and collected the data. They gave some vital and key information.
Titan was the only ship on those oceans that never hailed from any frequencies or tracked by any means of Arcan's rulers. The captain was a robust ancient from the old days and his parents regaled him with stories of how they escaped Arca and fled to this new world to live in peace. They called him Pacno, but he had changed his name to Pann since his early years. Although no one knew his true age, he would have been to that world at least 459 of their years, of age. But because of his long times in the world he now called home, he had discovered many magical and mystical things about the seas of Arcan. About the flow of the waters and lands. Long before the complete invasion of Arcan there were ports that could only be accessed with a special ship, a special wind. And at certain times of Arcan's year. Pann also kept the book of names from his former world. Some of those names were key to accessing the hidden ports of Arcan from one world to another. Since the takeover however, Pann doubted that any such access would again be realized. So he sailed the seas and slowly began to accept a death that would eventually come.
On this very idea, it was at this time of all times, that Pann decided to brave the hidden ports of the ancient Arcan world. And the ship he commanded was such a special vessel to access those ports. How he came to be in possession of an obvious otherworldly craft was on account of his father's lifelong friend who lived in a remote cabin far away inland, nearing the borders of the Dead Lands.
All was quiet aboard the 773 as they set the course for their next destination. The hum of the engines and lights whirred like a small and faraway steady tone. This journey would prove that the Dead Sun was in truth the Forgotten Moon. But with the dark energy now focused on another pathway, a release was made of the grip upon Arcan 748. Passageways would be open now. Though the condition of those ports was a mystery.
Zoic awoke and wandered around the ship, checking the monitors for any sign of dark energy from the drones, but their status wasn't changed. Zoic unfastened a leather cord and loosened a rare stone he wore around his neck. He quietly placed it in a small drone and jettisoned it from the ship. He sent it on the far side of Arcan's pathway toward the suns but reversed, so as to set it in the opposite direction of where the planet was traversing. For a while he watched and waited.
Far below the Arcan clouds, Pacno sensed the change in the air. He headed for a forgotten palace built into a mountain, with decayed gates and a haunted entrance. This was at once an ancient harbor. The seas had long receded leaving only dry, petrified ground and mountain trees. Nothing lived there. But there was something there that even the presence of darkness never learned of, and Zoic knew of the very mechanism that Pacno was drawn to and headed toward.
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