Do not trample over tilled fields, it is always possible to
walk around, even if the GPS tells you something else.
For many generations the people of Cacheti had lived happily in
their peaceful village on top of the hill. They were farmers,
builders, engineers and bold explorers. The ultimate goal of every
Cachetian was to put his name down into the "Holy Book of Leis"
once in his life. Only by doing so a seat in the Great Hall of
Eternal Commemorance could be achieved. This hall was said to be
found in the faraway land of Rokusia.
You can still find some remnants of the cachetian settlements at N
= 48° 33.557' / E = 16° 22.333'.
In the year 815 of their calendar it was rumoured that the
greedy folks from Par'Agraph were planning an attack on them. These
people were southern neighbours of Cacheti. They were generally
regarded as folks without any inspiration and imagination.
Therefore nobody believed that they would be able to invent
something dangerous enough to enthreaten Cacheti. Only the old
priestess Tupperia never ceased to utter dark prophecies.
On fine morning Tupperia summoned her scholars in front of the
temple where normally A short pillars with a brick-topping
served as tables. Now she had placed on one of these tables a
carefully sealed scroll of parchment. "This is the Holy book of
Leis. It must not fall into the hands of our foes. It is your task
to guard it from now on as I am old and weary."
The eldest of the scholars, 20-years-old Mira, took the
parchment and put it into her pocket "I will protect it!"
But as there was no sign of any danger the young people soon
forgot Tupperia's warnings and went about their daily duties as if
nothing had happened. About a month later around noon they were
spending their lunch-break at N = 48° 33.984'/ E = 16° 22.386'.
Suddenly the sky darkened and a tremor shook the earth, the huge
stone-table around which they sat started vibrating, thus producing
a terrifying sound. After a few seconds it fell silent again, but
now in the surface there were B thin cracks that hadn't been
there before.
Mira screamed "We must flee to the old keep" and off they ran.
Soon they reached the silent Guardian at N = 48° 34.063°' / E = 16°
22.522'. "Look! It has turned against us, this must be an ill omen"
cried Boxa, the youngest, barely 12 years old. Indeed, the thin end
of the wedge that was once pointing towards the border was now
pointing against the pride of cachetian engineering. Stunned the
others stopped to see what had happened (C = 1 for small
white sphere, 3 for windpark, 5 for large white sphere, 8 for
lookout tower).
They had barely reached N = 48° 34.101' / E = 16° 22.668' when
the earth shook once more. This time the quake lasted several
minutes. When it was over the path, that once led straight across
the rocky plain, had been shattered, only D parts of it were
left on the scarred ground. "We will never make it" wept Boxa as a
rain of fire set in. In the distance they could see their village
burning. Scared they ran on towards the old keep. Luck seemed to
have left them completely by now. They ran towards N = 48° 34.317'
/ E = 16° 23.350' in order to jump into one of the E
wormholes that they expected to find there. But to their dismay the
wormholes collapsed just before they arrived at the spot. "How can
12 wormholes collapse all of a sudden? We are all going to die."
wept little Eo. But the others had no answer, so they hurried on,
getting wearier by every minute. Soon they were far behind their
friends. When they finally reached the old keep at N = 48° 34.504´
/ E = 16° 23.776´ they found it deserted. But Mira had left them a
cryptic message consisting of F large letters.
Having no idea what to do with the message Galil looked around
and spotted a huge white sphere on the northern horizon, it was the
X-ODUS, the best space-ship the Cachetians ever built. "The ship,
they are leaving without us!" As fast as they could they ran to N =
48° 34.576' / E = 16° 23.728'. They ran around the corner of the
old inn, past its door, speeding up the G steps towards the
ship only to find the gates already closed. They were too late to
board the ship.
From afar they could see their friends, waving them a sad
goodbye. Mira cried as the gangway was pulled up "I have hidden a
copy of the book at N = 48° (B-G+2),(B+E)(A-2)' / E = 16°
(F-1),(E-G)(C-1)(D-C)'. Tell it to the rest of our people. Fare
thee well, may your names be remembered forever." The deafening
roar of the starting engine drowned the rest of her words. Boxa,
Galil and Eo could do nothing but watch in despair as their last
hope of escape vanished into the red sky.
After a while Galil sighed and turned to the others "Let us go
and search for other survivors". Indeed there were some survivors,
the Cachetians had escaped extinction once again. Throughout the
many centuries that have passed since that dreadful day they lead a
secret life, trying not to be discovered by the new masters of the
country. All the time they kept alive the tradition of the Holy
Book. Even today from time to time some of them sneak to the place
in order to put down their names into the Book. Carefully they
avoid to leave any traces there, never taking the direct approach
to the Book, so their secret will be safe for the next
generation.
The Holy Book is sealed in a 250 ml glass-jar, which is
protected by a somewhat larger box. Contents: "Holy Book"
(obviously left there in a hurry), small devotional items (cow and
eagle). On the front page you will find a codeword that is needed
to achieve commemorance at oc.