A Chest of Secrets
Ki'Gal, Anunnaki Citadel in Hollow Earth
The arrival at Ki'Gal, Enlil's secret citadel in the heart of Hollow Earth, had been an assault on the senses. After the arduous journey through the subterranean sea and the passage through the portal in the ice dome, the contrast with the inner world was absolute. Now, the immediate priority was Enlil.
His brother Enki and the Lyrean Kael'Thara helped him reach a structure that glowed with an internal light, a kind of Anunnaki hospital or healing center. The interior was pristine, with technology that seemed both organic and crystalline. Anunnaki beings dressed in robes of dazzling white, with serene faces and golden eyes filled with efficient calm, moved swiftly upon seeing their Commander.
They placed Enlil on a kind of floating bed that molded itself to his body. Softly colored rays of light swept across his wounds, and a harmonic hum filled the room, visibly easing the Anunnaki warrior's pain. "Tend to him with the utmost diligence," Enki ordered the healers, who nodded with deep reverence.
Once Enlil was stabilized, though still clearly weakened, he fixed his golden gaze on Enki. "Brother," he said, his voice stronger now, but still carrying a trace of the battle. "We cannot waste time. Go to the Kúr'Gal, our main palace, the citadel of knowledge. Review the primal annals, the records of the First Coming. Search... for any precedent, any forgotten weakness of the Old Ones or those traitorous Netlin that our own long history may reveal." He gestured to Merlin and Aria, who, along with Quetzal and Kael'Thara, had been brought to Ki'Gal on Enlil's orders, perhaps as a display of his new, desperate pragmatism, or to impress them with his hidden power. "Take them with you. Their perspectives... different... might be of use. Or at least, let them see the true magnitude of the Anunnaki heritage that Enlil protects."
Enki nodded, a mixture of surprise at his brother's unusual confidence and the urgency of the mission in his eyes. He led the small group—Merlin, Aria, Quetzal, and Kael'Thara—through the astonishing streets of Ki'Gal. The city was a marvel of impossible engineering, crystal towers that sang in the artificial sunlight, hanging gardens with alien flora that glowed with vibrant colors, and silent vehicles that glided on energy pathways. It was an echo of Nibiru, a dream of Anunnaki perfection.
Finally, they reached the Kúr'Gal, a colossal structure at the center of the city, its main spire seeming to pierce the dome of the biosphere. Inside, after passing through breathtaking council chambers and chambers of power, Enki led them to a vast gallery, an archive containing not only data crystals and metal scrolls, but also... something else.
On the walls of this gallery, images of astonishing vividness and realism were projected, three-dimensional scenes floating in the air, captured with technology surpassing anything humans or even Merlin had ever seen. They were visual records of the Anunnaki's earliest days on Earth.
And what they saw left them all stunned, their mouths agape.
The projections showed Anunnaki beings, radiant and powerful, interacting with the first humans, those Enki had described as the Lullu, before the genetic "enhancement." But these Anunnaki were... different. From their backs sprouted majestic appendages, wings of a kind, not of feather and bone, but woven of pure light, or perhaps a flexible, metallic energy that captured the winds in impossible ways.
Scenes showed them soaring over primeval valleys, using these wings not so much to beat with brute force, but to glide and maneuver with incredible grace on the air currents, as if they were one with the wind itself. The primitive humans below watched them with a mixture of terror and absolute adoration, kneeling, offering tributes.
"By the stars and the stones..." Merlin whispered, his eyes fixed on a scene where a winged Anunnaki descended with blinding light before a trembling tribe. "The Elohim... the Watchers... the Gods of the Fire Chariot... the Devas... the Aesir..."
Aria felt her grasp of myth and history cracking. "So... the angels of all the legends? The gods who descended from the sky in all the ancient cultures...?"
"It was us," Enki said softly, observing the projections with a complex expression of ancestral pride and deep melancholy. "In our purest form, before the needs of Nibiru and internal wars shaped us in other ways. When our connection to the primal energies allowed us such... manifestations."
Quetzal nodded slowly, his amber eyes
reflecting the images. "Our ancestors also spoke of the 'Feathered Serpent Men,' the K'uk'ulkaanob, who descended from the sky to teach and rule. Different forms, perhaps, different names for the same echoes of your arrival."
The conclusion was inescapable and astonishing: all the divinity of antiquity, all the myths of winged beings descending from the heavens to guide or terrorize humanity, had their origin in these Anunnaki of the First Coming. They had been the gods, the angels, the heavenly messengers.
The astonishment in the room was palpable. This revelation not only rewrote human history, but also that of the Anunnaki themselves, suggesting a past where their power and form were even more... divine. The question that arose in everyone's mind was: what had happened to those wings, to that form of flight? And could that ancient power, that ancient connection, be reclaimed or harnessed in the desperate war they now faced? Ki'Gal wasn't just a haven; it was a treasure chest of secrets they were only just beginning to unlock.