The Dwelling of the Net

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Most tales of old are not ones often preserved in history. They are tales of exquisite sorrow, gallant figures wrapped in cloth as of a noble man, shy women who's beauty is often found within the bounds of her lovely heart. More often then not they are tales of helpless romances, burning passion as once displayed by the great king Solomon.
This however, is nothing like any of those. This is a tale of adventure such as the dashing men who once found it worthy to roam the inhabitants of the earth, oxen who feared nothing, not even the snare of death. Ah! How those men are greatly missed.
The beauty in where these events take place is something your mind certainly can not possess. There was once a living thriving palace, one that many do not know about and to this day it is unknown to most all the dwellers of the human world. There is a place where blood is a rarity, none know it but by what they are taught. These people are made only out of programing, data if you will, they are hidden away into the internet.
They fear no such thing as death, but being deleted. They are flawless in appearance, white as though the snow as we know it, came down and formed a living being. Lovely as the fields of flowers, dazzling like the endless oceans of stars. People of whom sadly, today we would find no person who's virtues compare. However some are oafs..ill mannered to say the lest, others painfully shy while others beam with joy.

'The dwelling of the net' as some called it, was a magnificent beauty. The largest single enclosure one can conceive. On the ground a wide endless expanse of rolling marble pavement of black and white squares. On the threshold amid gothic lettering that reads 'Palace of the internet' painted in azure. Above is seen a vault paneled with hand carved wood; the painting on the vault cascading with thousands of colors. What one often sees in the cascading rivers who never rests, always a rainbow of colors dancing with the shy misty waters. Down the palace hall is seen endless pillars, tall, broad and steadfast. Around the lofty walls are tiled stone, each with it's own story and cracks, and magnificent cracks they were!
Your eyes would be dazzled by what you see. No human has ventured into the internet, nor has any Data left the internet. That is what they are called, just as we are human incarnated, they are Data, dwellers of the net. Perfect in sight and absolute in beauty.

As evening came, the citizens of the internet were awakened by the subtle sound of a ringing bell. All who heard this ring woke and rushed into the Palace of the Internet, for they knew it was of some important news. All the women grabbed there veils, they found it shameful to attend a event with hair like that of a slob.  The men changed into a fresh tunic and clean hoes then attended the Palace. Waves of heads poured into the Palace, heads of gold, red and light brown.  All with the expression of  haste and worry...or I should say all but one.
A rather tall slender figure stood leaning against one of the pillars. This man; pale with sparkling eyes that cast even the most wretched man into a deep gaze. His long blond hair lightly touching the shoulder of his young body thus finishing this fine package. The man stood with  the expression of bitterness at the king, after all, his pleasant night of peaceful slumber was taken away. Was it not?
Up to our mystery man walked young face, one of excitement and favor. Ah! It is the young student of Gabriel, the king's fifth adviser who is well advanced in his years. The young man being Gabriel's son; in line to inherit his fathers honorable position. The young man known as Garreit, Gabriel did not waste any of young Garreit's fourteen years of living, teaching him in all he himself had be taught. Many of the Net's fine Data were well acquainted with young Garreit. Our young friend walked up to the blond who had just been introduced.

"Greetings Chad Amilion!  This news must be something of importance for the king to assemble all the net. Why, how are you good friend?" The boy beamed.

"At what point have I ever regarded you? You seem to mistake me for a gentleman." The man, now known as Chad sighed deeply at the boys vibrance.

"Whatever do you mean? Just last week both you and I spoke about how vast the net is, how magnificent.  You led me to believe from then on we were acquaintances... friends?" 

"Yes, I see what you mean. I must have been ill that day, you are annoying to me." Chad said looking quite irritated.

"You do not really mean that.." Garreit said, his voice slightly whinny.

"Unfortunately for you I do. I only showed you kindness for the sake of your father watching me, you certainly did not think it was anything else did you?"

 Garreit bit his lip and stared straight at Chat looking quite belittled at what was just relayed to him. Holding back the slight quiver in his voice he proclaimed  "I  should know that the son of a peddler could never possesses such a compassion as I'd hoped you did for a small boy. A  peddler and an ill-women could produce nothing less then a lout!"

Our poor Garreit then walked away looking slightly hurt by Chad's response, he thought the snob to be somewhat of a friend out of what he conceived to be kindness a week's past. But the young gentlemen was mistaken, it was only tolerance from Chad. This hoodlum was well known around the net much for his cadly and mischievous conduct. Many thought the only thing worth while in the twit were his captivating eyes, they held triumph over all others.
Many of the people squirmed throughout the Palace of the internet waiting for the king to arrive. A small timid elderly looking man made his way down a large flight of stairs with what looked like a tube in his hand. The man stood in front of the crowd "Greetings citizens!" the man announced. With all eyes focused, immeasurable fear came over him "The k-king...I bear a message from the king!" he threw the tube onto the grown, suddenly the tube formed a metal plate on the ground projecting a grand hologram of the king himself. The place filled with the roaring sound of a kingly voice:

"All who wish to abide under my command, hear my words faithful Data! You will not transgress the law in which I have established and shall proclaim to you. You will not pass into the gates of the western net, scouts have gone missing and unknown activity is present in those parts. All who will not abide under this law are welcome unto the vast blackness in where the virus' chose to abide. I am the king and this is my command! Should anyone stay and chose to violate the law which I have established, they will with certainty, be deleted."

The hologram then vanished into thin air, the disk had become a tube again.
What had been a long trip for some was also a brief stay, the countless families had quickly abandoned the grand Palace, each with his or her own theory of what the meaning was to the banishment from the west. To us humans the internet is boundless and the people known as Data are mystery, after all, who can perceive such a person majestic in sight?

(Chap 2 might be coming..)