SIGIL by Chaote9

Sigil

Prelude

Gabriel sat in front of his computer screen. Elbows on the desk, face cradled by his hands. He was running a program called Google Earth, providing him real-time satellite footage. He was scanning the English countryside when he spotted something. There. He zoomed in again. A mile across and a half a mile wide. Probably only visible from the sky. He took a puff from his cigarette and studied the figure. Most people called them crop circles. But, oddly enough, sometimes they didn’t have circles. This one did. Every crop circle was different. All appeared overnight with no trace of the makers. Many stories of where they come from exist in the minds of men. Natural weather phenomena, swirling energy patterns, aliens.
At these explanations, Gabe would only smile. A quiet smile. Hidden. But not hidden well. He knew what they were. And this one had a signature. It was one of his. The old man. His teacher.
Given the nature of these things. Gabe didn’t know what this symbol was trying to do. Even from the screen, he could feel the power.
He was going to have to act fast.
Pushed himself from his pc. Almost leaping. With long quick strides, he crossed his spartan apartment and directly bent over to open a black wooden chest on the floor. Obviously being used as a chair in this sparse living quarters.
He took careful stock of what was inside. Rings of various shapes, designs and ornamentations. Carefully. Purposely. He put a ring on each of his fingers. The two extra rings he put into his front jacket pocket.
There were also various crystals that he put in a small leather pouch A cell phone. An mp3 player, bottles of prescription drugs, a flat black rock, a pair of opaque shades and a variety of objects that certainly didn’t share any perceptible category. He shoved it most of it into a small green pouch bag that he slung across his shoulder
... Other objects he stuffed into the various pockets of his cargo pants... he was getting ready. He didn’t know what for… but he knew he was going to have to do something.
He put on his shades…
And he rushed out the door.

On the computer screen, the program went on default. The round shape of the earth continued to revolve. All across different points of the globe were similar crop circles. Each different. But each had a signature. 3 circles at the bottom with a line across them.
These were sigils. A global hypersigil was being built.