The sun
rose over the city, encompassing it entirely in its glory. The light found its way into every nook and
crack, exploiting any and all weaknesses it could find. Eventually, the mighty rays found themselves
in an alley where a young man, who looked no older than 17 triads, was
lying. The man’s eyes shot open and
began to scan their surroundings. The
man then slowly rose from his makeshift bed he had been occupying. He seemed tense, as if expecting some hidden
danger. After he apparently found nothing
of interest, the man pulled a small bag out from behind his trundle. He then extracted several small satchels and
quickly stuffed them full of pebbles from the ground. He then put all of the satchels back into the
small bag and slung it over his shoulder.
He glanced up at the walls that surrounded his conclave,
made his way over to the wall on his right.
The man then began to climb it with seemingly impossible skill. His feet
and hands slipped naturally into the various crevasses in the wall, as if they
had been assigned their positions long in advance. The man’s fingers finally gripped the top
edge of the wall, and he heaved himself up.
He stood and faced the east, staring directly at the rising sun. He
closed his eyes and merely stood there, doing nothing but absorbing the sheer
raw energy the morning offered. An
expression of deep thought crossed his face, but only for the briefest of
moments. Then, without warning or
hesitation, he took off running and leaped off the building that he had laboriously
heaved himself onto moments before. He
landed on the ground with a soft thud.
He then walked a few paces and arrived at a small road. There were hardly any people on the road,
probably because it was still such an early hour. In one direction, the road led to a large
arched gate, through which lush green country could be seen. In the other
direction was the center of the city.
Looming tall and ominous in the background was a very large, pure white
structure. The sun’s rays crept around
it, searching for a way around, but the building was so enormous that it
blocked to main part of the sun from view. The structure was made entirely out
of white limestone, and cast a shadow that covered a majority of the city. Three high towers jutted out of the building,
two on the side and one in the center.
The tips of these towers were shaped like the tip a deadly spear. Even from far away it was easy to tell that
the building was elaborately designed, and elegantly crafted, truly an impressive
work of art.
The man seemed oblivious to the colossal structure, and
merely continued on his way toward to city’s forum. He picked up his pace slightly and hurried down
the road. As he got closer to the
center, he encountered more people.
Everyone seemed to be in good spirits.
Not a single person looked irritable at all. In fact, the general populace seemed to be
getting ready for a very large celebration.
The man bumped into a small boy, knocking him over. The boy just got up, waved something in the
man’s face and shouted very quickly
“Happy
triad! This is my 8th one! What about you?”
The man shoved the boy aside and continued onward toward his
destination.
As the man approached the center of the city, he encountered
a very large marketplace. Vendors lined
both sides of the street, clamoring to passersby about their wares. Here the people became very dense, and
navigation more difficult. A large
number of people seem to be congregation around a stand selling “triad” themed
merchandise. Other merchants were
trying to sell various things ranging from armor and weapons, flowers,
trinkets, and food. The man walked up
to one of the vendors who were selling bread.
“Hello, my name is David. How much for these three loafs of bread?”
“Those are some of my finest wares. Came out of the oven just this morning. How bout fifteen Lanpores?”
The man reached down and felt the
bread.
“This bread is already a bit
stale! I’ll offer you ten Lanpores.”
“Ten?! Are you trying to starve my
family? No less than fourteen.”
“Thirteen.”
“Fine! Ill give you them for
thirteen.”
Let me get my wallet.
The man pulled a small bag, about
the size of his fist, out his pack. He
began going through the bag.
“…Ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen. What do you know! The exact amount of money I
have! Here you go.”
He tossed the bag to the vendor and
put the bread in his pack. He then darted
into the crowd and disappeared from sight.
A few seconds later, the vendor was heard yelling
“Hey! This is just rocks in here!
Thief! Thief!”
Over the din of the crowd, which
was increasing in volume exponentially, his voice was drowned out. Meanwhile, the man approached another merchant,
one who selling necklaces, jewelry, and other trinkets.
“Hello, my name is Zane. How much
for that beautiful bracelet?”
Thus the process repeated itself,
just as with the last vendor. The man
continued this ruse for some time, acquiring a rather large load in his
pack. He would not have been able to
continuously repeat this feat if it hadn’t been for the abnormally large crowd
that day. After he swindled another
merchant for a rather nice knife, he slipped out of the marketplace and back
onto the road that had led him there.
The man had a large grin on his face as he again climbed the building
and slipped back down the wall into his hideaway of a home. He took the pack off his back and emptied its
contents onto to ground beside his bed. Then
he smiled contently and scaled the wall once more, immerging back on the street
once again after a few seconds.
He started to walk back toward the
center of city, when he spied a puddle on the ground. He walked over to it and looked at his reflection. He had short, dark brown hair that was
sticking up on the side his head. He
licked his hand then tried to flatten it down, without success. Eventually, after a few more tries, he
finally seemed to get his hair the way he liked it. Overall, his hair looked like he had cut it
himself with a dagger or a knife. His
face was likeable, with an open, frank look to it. On his chin was the beginning of what could
become a goatee. The rest of his face
also bore a shadow of something that had the potential to become a beard if
given time to grow. He wore a green
shirt with the sleeves cut of at the elbow, and brown pants that ran just above
his feet. His shoes were made of close
fitting leather, and were rather unadorned, except for a strange triangle
symbol on them. The man then stood up,
straightened his shirt, and began traveling down to path once again. The sun was just beginning to shine over the
top of the large, white building. By
now, the streets were completely packed with people, most of whom were heading
toward center of the city as well. The
man found himself stuck between a large man and a larger woman. He tried to escape, but no opening presented
itself. The large man and woman were
talking loudly over his head, but he tried to ignore it.
“Are you excited for this year’s ceremonies?”
The enormous man said in a deep, yet raspy voice
“Oh yes!
I can’t wait to see what is in store for us this time! Dear Atticus never ceases to amaze! Remember last year when the fox battalion
preformed? That was inspirational stuff!”
Said the massive women in a high voice, which was remarkably similar to
the sound of a chipmunk.
The crowd continued to move deeper and deeper
into the heart of the city. The man had
no choice but to continue going with the crowd.
They passed through the marketplace, which strangely enough, lacked clamoring
vendors. The mass drove onward at a
tremendously sluggish speed. Except for
the large crowd in the street, the entire rest of the city seemed empty. The buzz of the crowd increased as they got
closer to the core of the city. The
people seemed to be anticipating something wonderful, and they got more and
more restless as time wore on. The mass
finally came to a stop. The man could
still not see around the other people. Then
the mass began moving downward into some sort of giant area. The man began to struggling even more to
escape from the crowd. However, he
remained trapped. He was forced to move
downward into the arena. Given the fact
that he could not escape, he sat down on the benches lining the arena. Other people kept filing in for some time,
until the amphitheatre was overflowing with people. Then a figure walked out from a small
pavilion on the far side. The crowd
erupted and the roar caused the man’s insides to shake. The figure that had walked out from under the
pavilion raised his hands and the crowd went silent. He was a tall man, wearing elaborately adored
clothes, which had gems and gold which were competing for the attention of
everyone in the world. He had dark grey
hair that was cropped short and very broad shoulders and an appearance of
excellent fitness. He walked out to the
center and began to speak.
“I am Atticus!”
The man said in a deep, powerful
voice that no doubt could be heard even in the very back of the
amphitheater. The crowd cheered and
screamed, and the din that followed had the effect of great earthquake. The man, who was still trapped, looked around
uncomfortably, but failed to find an exit.
Eventually, the mass died down, and
Atticus spoke again.
“Welcome people of Danae, to the
festival of the Triad! Celebrate with me the success of our great nation
of Danae!”
Another cheer rose from the
multitude.
“We subdued the barbarians to the
north. We finished the last great tower between the Samichaons and us.
Thanks to you, this great country is more prosperous than ever before!
And remember me, your humble leader who guides you and protects you! As one
man, I am nothing, but together, you and I, we are powerful!”
Once again the throng of people roared
their approval. Then Atticus continued again.
“Now with this Triad, another class
of the Great Guard graduates, and is prepared to keep the peace and protect you
from any harm”
Here Atticus paused, as if having a
silent joke with himself.
“Now, what I am sure you have all
been waiting for, the final test for these graduates and a demonstration for
yourself, so that you may be certain that your safety is in good hands. I
present to you, the 7th graduating class of
the Great Guard!”
A great procession of men
marched. These men were wearing a uniform with a green base, with golden
designs running up and down. While the uniforms did look beautiful, they
also look powerful and strong, making the men look unbreakable. The men
lined up in neat rows and stood perfectly still. Atticus addressed
the crowd again
“We will start with an instructor’s
demonstration. Desmond here is one of your most loyal guards. When
he was traveling on a diplomatic mission, he was capture by a group of
hostiles. Knowing that they would be punished for killing him, they
instead removed both of his hands. Despite this, Desmond finished the
mission and returned home. For his loyally, Desmond was rewarded with a
several new set of artificial hands. The set that he is wearing now is designed
to launch disks out of a contraption attracted to his arm when he flexes
certain muscles. Just as Desmond was rewarded for his loyalty, so shall
you be rewarded for yours to Danae! Before we begin, I would also like
thank the prisoners of both war and crime, for so willingly and humbly giving
of themselves for your entertainment today.”
The crowd laughed, and then grew
tense with anticipation. The man, who was still immobilized within the
mass, began to look pale, also seeming to anticipate, but in a different
fashion the coming events.
The sun
rose over the city, encompassing it entirely in its glory. The light found its way into every nook and
crack, exploiting any and all weaknesses it could find. Eventually, the mighty rays found themselves
in an alley where a young man, who looked no older than 17 triads, was
lying. The man’s eyes shot open and
began to scan their surroundings. The
man then slowly rose from his makeshift bed he had been occupying. He seemed tense, as if expecting some hidden
danger. After he apparently found nothing
of interest, the man pulled a small bag out from behind his trundle. He then extracted several small satchels and
quickly stuffed them full of pebbles from the ground. He then put all of the satchels back into the
small bag and slung it over his shoulder.
He glanced up at the walls that surrounded his conclave,
made his way over to the wall on his right.
The man then began to climb it with seemingly impossible skill. His feet
and hands slipped naturally into the various crevasses in the wall, as if they
had been assigned their positions long in advance. The man’s fingers finally gripped the top
edge of the wall, and he heaved himself up.
He stood and faced the east, staring directly at the rising sun. He
closed his eyes and merely stood there, doing nothing but absorbing the sheer
raw energy the morning offered. An
expression of deep thought crossed his face, but only for the briefest of
moments. Then, without warning or
hesitation, he took off running and leaped off the building that he had laboriously
heaved himself onto moments before. He
landed on the ground with a soft thud.
He then walked a few paces and arrived at a small road. There were hardly any people on the road,
probably because it was still such an early hour. In one direction, the road led to a large
arched gate, through which lush green country could be seen. In the other
direction was the center of the city.
Looming tall and ominous in the background was a very large, pure white
structure. The sun’s rays crept around
it, searching for a way around, but the building was so enormous that it
blocked to main part of the sun from view. The structure was made entirely out
of white limestone, and cast a shadow that covered a majority of the city. Three high towers jutted out of the building,
two on the side and one in the center.
The tips of these towers were shaped like the tip a deadly spear. Even from far away it was easy to tell that
the building was elaborately designed, and elegantly crafted, truly an impressive
work of art.
The man seemed oblivious to the colossal structure, and
merely continued on his way toward to city’s forum. He picked up his pace slightly and hurried down
the road. As he got closer to the
center, he encountered more people.
Everyone seemed to be in good spirits.
Not a single person looked irritable at all. In fact, the general populace seemed to be
getting ready for a very large celebration.
The man bumped into a small boy, knocking him over. The boy just got up, waved something in the
man’s face and shouted very quickly
“Happy
triad! This is my 8th one! What about you?”
The man shoved the boy aside and continued onward toward his
destination.
As the man approached the center of the city, he encountered
a very large marketplace. Vendors lined
both sides of the street, clamoring to passersby about their wares. Here the people became very dense, and
navigation more difficult. A large
number of people seem to be congregation around a stand selling “triad” themed
merchandise. Other merchants were
trying to sell various things ranging from armor and weapons, flowers,
trinkets, and food. The man walked up
to one of the vendors who were selling bread.
“Hello, my name is David. How much for these three loafs of bread?”
“Those are some of my finest wares. Came out of the oven just this morning. How bout fifteen Lanpores?”
The man reached down and felt the
bread.
“This bread is already a bit
stale! I’ll offer you ten Lanpores.”
“Ten?! Are you trying to starve my
family? No less than fourteen.”
“Thirteen.”
“Fine! Ill give you them for
thirteen.”
Let me get my wallet.
The man pulled a small bag, about
the size of his fist, out his pack. He
began going through the bag.
“…Ten, eleven, twelve, and thirteen. What do you know! The exact amount of money I
have! Here you go.”
He tossed the bag to the vendor and
put the bread in his pack. He then darted
into the crowd and disappeared from sight.
A few seconds later, the vendor was heard yelling
“Hey! This is just rocks in here!
Thief! Thief!”
Over the din of the crowd, which
was increasing in volume exponentially, his voice was drowned out. Meanwhile, the man approached another merchant,
one who selling necklaces, jewelry, and other trinkets.
“Hello, my name is Zane. How much
for that beautiful bracelet?”
Thus the process repeated itself,
just as with the last vendor. The man
continued this ruse for some time, acquiring a rather large load in his
pack. He would not have been able to
continuously repeat this feat if it hadn’t been for the abnormally large crowd
that day. After he swindled another
merchant for a rather nice knife, he slipped out of the marketplace and back
onto the road that had led him there.
The man had a large grin on his face as he again climbed the building
and slipped back down the wall into his hideaway of a home. He took the pack off his back and emptied its
contents onto to ground beside his bed. Then
he smiled contently and scaled the wall once more, immerging back on the street
once again after a few seconds.
He started to walk back toward the
center of city, when he spied a puddle on the ground. He walked over to it and looked at his reflection. He had short, dark brown hair that was
sticking up on the side his head. He
licked his hand then tried to flatten it down, without success. Eventually, after a few more tries, he
finally seemed to get his hair the way he liked it. Overall, his hair looked like he had cut it
himself with a dagger or a knife. His
face was likeable, with an open, frank look to it. On his chin was the beginning of what could
become a goatee. The rest of his face
also bore a shadow of something that had the potential to become a beard if
given time to grow. He wore a green
shirt with the sleeves cut of at the elbow, and brown pants that ran just above
his feet. His shoes were made of close
fitting leather, and were rather unadorned, except for a strange triangle
symbol on them. The man then stood up,
straightened his shirt, and began traveling down to path once again. The sun was just beginning to shine over the
top of the large, white building. By
now, the streets were completely packed with people, most of whom were heading
toward center of the city as well. The
man found himself stuck between a large man and a larger woman. He tried to escape, but no opening presented
itself. The large man and woman were
talking loudly over his head, but he tried to ignore it.
“Are you excited for this year’s ceremonies?”
The enormous man said in a deep, yet raspy voice
“Oh yes!
I can’t wait to see what is in store for us this time! Dear Atticus never ceases to amaze! Remember last year when the fox battalion
preformed? That was inspirational stuff!”
Said the massive women in a high voice, which was remarkably similar to
the sound of a chipmunk.
The crowd continued to move deeper and deeper
into the heart of the city. The man had
no choice but to continue going with the crowd.
They passed through the marketplace, which strangely enough, lacked clamoring
vendors. The mass drove onward at a
tremendously sluggish speed. Except for
the large crowd in the street, the entire rest of the city seemed empty. The buzz of the crowd increased as they got
closer to the core of the city. The
people seemed to be anticipating something wonderful, and they got more and
more restless as time wore on. The mass
finally came to a stop. The man could
still not see around the other people. Then
the mass began moving downward into some sort of giant area. The man began to struggling even more to
escape from the crowd. However, he
remained trapped. He was forced to move
downward into the arena. Given the fact
that he could not escape, he sat down on the benches lining the arena. Other people kept filing in for some time,
until the amphitheatre was overflowing with people. Then a figure walked out from a small
pavilion on the far side. The crowd
erupted and the roar caused the man’s insides to shake. The figure that had walked out from under the
pavilion raised his hands and the crowd went silent. He was a tall man, wearing elaborately adored
clothes, which had gems and gold which were competing for the attention of
everyone in the world. He had dark grey
hair that was cropped short and very broad shoulders and an appearance of
excellent fitness. He walked out to the
center and began to speak.
“I am Atticus!”
The man said in a deep, powerful
voice that no doubt could be heard even in the very back of the
amphitheater. The crowd cheered and
screamed, and the din that followed had the effect of great earthquake. The man, who was still trapped, looked around
uncomfortably, but failed to find an exit.
Eventually, the mass died down, and
Atticus spoke again.
“Welcome people of Danae, to the
festival of the Triad! Celebrate with me the success of our great nation
of Danae!”
Another cheer rose from the
multitude.
“We subdued the barbarians to the
north. We finished the last great tower between the Samichaons and us.
Thanks to you, this great country is more prosperous than ever before!
And remember me, your humble leader who guides you and protects you! As one
man, I am nothing, but together, you and I, we are powerful!”
Once again the throng of people roared
their approval. Then Atticus continued again.
“Now with this Triad, another class
of the Great Guard graduates, and is prepared to keep the peace and protect you
from any harm”
Here Atticus paused, as if having a
silent joke with himself.
“Now, what I am sure you have all
been waiting for, the final test for these graduates and a demonstration for
yourself, so that you may be certain that your safety is in good hands. I
present to you, the 7th graduating class of
the Great Guard!”
A great procession of men
marched. These men were wearing a uniform with a green base, with golden
designs running up and down. While the uniforms did look beautiful, they
also look powerful and strong, making the men look unbreakable. The men
lined up in neat rows and stood perfectly still. Atticus addressed
the crowd again
“We will start with an instructor’s
demonstration. Desmond here is one of your most loyal guards. When
he was traveling on a diplomatic mission, he was capture by a group of
hostiles. Knowing that they would be punished for killing him, they
instead removed both of his hands. Despite this, Desmond finished the
mission and returned home. For his loyally, Desmond was rewarded with a
several new set of artificial hands. The set that he is wearing now is designed
to launch disks out of a contraption attracted to his arm when he flexes
certain muscles. Just as Desmond was rewarded for his loyalty, so shall
you be rewarded for yours to Danae! Before we begin, I would also like
thank the prisoners of both war and crime, for so willingly and humbly giving
of themselves for your entertainment today.”
The crowd laughed, and then grew
tense with anticipation. The man, who was still immobilized within the
mass, began to look pale, also seeming to anticipate, but in a different
fashion the coming events. At that moment, two figures in solid grey uniform dragged a hooded man
into the arena. They were followed by another
man who was carrying a wooden board with a few smaller wooden pieces. The man set the board upright near the center
of the amphitheater and chained the hooded man to it. Desmond walked lackadaisically slowly around
till he was facing the man, standing about one hundred feet away. With a sudden
fluid motion, Desmond spun around and several disks shot from his the attachment
on his arm, the sun reflection off of them as they flew toward their destination. The prisoner flinched, then looked up and saw
the disks sticking in the wood less than an inch from his head. He looked quite surprised to be alive.
Desmond lifted both his arms again
and a flurry of disks flew toward the ensnared man on the board. He closed his eyes and appeared to mutter a
quite prayer. When the air cleared, all
the metal projectiles were lodged in the board, perfectly outlining the
prisoner. The crowd stood up and
erupted with applause and praise at Desmond’s feat. The prisoner and the man both breathed a sigh
of relief for the lack of death. Suddenly,
Desmond spun around and fired one last disk.
It struck home, hitting the prisoner right in the jugular vein. The blood poured out of his neck, and the
shocked prisoner fell limp. The man in
the crowd convulsed and seemed to barely keep from vomiting. In contrast, the rest of the mob roared its
approval. The man was the only one who
did not scream for more or join in the blood thirsty cry. He simply stood there, still trapped in his
own personal dungeon. One of his jailers
struck up a conversation with another man, expressing his exuberance and
anticipation for the remainder of the day’s events.
“I love the triad celebrations! And
to think this is just the beginning. If
we are lucky, there will be lots more bloodshed today. If not, we’ll have to
wait till tomorrow. Still, I’m sure it
will be entertaining! Do you remember coming to your first triad ceremony when
you were a kid?
“I do! Wasn’t that the one when
they ripped off a guy’s arm and killed two other people with it? Atticus still
had brown hair then. Things have been so
much better since he came into power after the Great Revolution. Just look at how much the entertainment has
improved!”
Both men chortled before the second
continued.
“What’s even better is the fact
that we get rid of all those criminals in the jails too. It’s so efficient to use them for the Guard demonstrations. So this whole thing entertains us, gets rid
of criminals, and gives the newest members of the guard something to practice
with”
The man’s face now suggested that
he had regained his composure. He once again attempted to escape, this time by
asking the people around him to move so that he could pass. Either they didn’t hear him, they couldn’t
move, or they simply chose not to respond.
The result was the same, no matter which was true.
Atticus once again walked into the centermost of the arena. He raised both his
hands and the assembled grew silent, as if Atticus was a great maestro about to
begin conducting a symphony. Then he
spoke, his voice carrying the unstoppable power of thunder.
“Now, I give you the best of the
twentieth graduating members of the Guard.
They will perform feats of great skill and strength before you’re eyes!’
At that moment about fifty soldiers
streamed into the arena. They wore beautifully
decorated chain mail, with a dark forest green base, adored and decorated with golden designs.
They all had black gloves and boots, which somehow appeared to blend into the
dark green sleeves of the uniform. The militia
looked like a picturesque piece of art, and yet there was nothing fragile about it. The soldiers clearly had bulging muscles and
a glint in their eyes that implied ferocity.
Each carried what looked like a thick stick, the measure of the which being about the length of the ground to the waist. A few also brought
other items that bore resemblance to various weapons.
By then all of the soldiers had formed a straight line. Atticus once again stepped
forward
“The first feat these brave
warriors will accomplish is an incredible one.
Five of them will face twenty armed combatants…blindfolded.”
The crowd gasped and began
muttering among itself. Atticus
continued to speak.
“These criminals who they will be
fighting have been told that if they kill all five members of the Guard, they
will be cleared of all charges and let free.
It’s twenty of them verses five blindfolded men, and those twenty have
freedom to fight for! Prepare for the spectacle that you will tell your
children, and your children’s children, about. “
Twenty men carrying axes, large
hammers, and a sword or two were escorted into the amphitheater. Five soldiers
stepped forward and pulled out a strip of cloth and covered their eyes with it.
They then walked to the center. The men
flicked their sticks left, and then right and a metal blade sprung out in an
arch at each end. For a moment, there
was only silence. Everyone leaned in,
and the anticipation filled air made it hard to breathe. Suddenly,
one of the criminals gave a loud cry and charged. He was immediately followed by the rest of
his colleagues. They swung at the
soldiers relentlessly, but each blow was parried and followed by a swift
counterstrike. The man who first yelled
was the first to go. While trying to aim
a blow to the head of one of the soldiers, he found his own suddenly no longer attached. The rest kept fighting, but they didn’t last
much longer. The soldiers’ dual sided
weapons spun and struck with a speed almost too fast for the human eye to
follow. One man was stabbed through the
heart, another slashed across the stomach, left to die as his inner body parts
fell to the ground. Before long, it was over. The ground was stained with blood and laden
with bodies. Despite all of this, none
of the soldiers had a single blotch of red on them, neither of their own blood,
nor that of their assailants.
The crowd could no longer control
itself and stood up, shouting all sorts of hullabaloo. The man
was not able to repress his own inner feelings, and he vomited onto the
ground. Atticus began speaking again,
but the man just kept vomiting, seemingly oblivious to all other events. When he finally did stand back up, his eyes
were dull and vacant. Life seemed to
have left them momentarily. Many more demonstrations
were given during the course of the event, but the man appeared not to see
them. Someone shoved his back, sending
him stumbling forward, and a woman’s voice said
“Come on, move it along. Shows over and I’m hungry! Come along.”
The man slowly exited the amphitheater along with the rest of masses.
When the man finally seemed to realize he was walking, he was on the main
road, which was now deserted. The sun
was beginning to set in the west, and each little ray of light seemed to be slowly
giving the world up to the shadows. The man
began to wander back in the direction of his dwelling. However, he was startled by the sudden cry of
“Halt!”
A carriage pulled by two black
horses came into view. In the carriage resided a woman and a girl of about eleven triads.
Both were elaborately dressed in green, with fine embroidery and
beautiful designs. Both also wore necklaces and bracelets laden
with jewels. Their faces also bore a resemblance, as they
had similar large and smashed looking noses.
They were escorted by two guards.
“Can I keep him mommy? He would make such a fascinating pet.” The little girl begged of the woman
while clinging to her sleeve.
“Not today Josephine darling. Remember last time you forgot to feed it and
it starved? Maybe next time.” The woman told her daughter.
“Please, please, please mommy! I could train him to do all sorts of tricks
and such. I promise I’ll feed him
everyday! Can we at least talk to him?”
“Oh fine! You there! Boy! Come here!” The man looked up and saw that the
woman was gesturing to him. He approached
the carriage with a clear air of caution in his steps.
“What is your name?” The woman asked him.
“Kyle. My name is Kyle.”
“Can I please mommy? Please?”
“No! But you may decide what we
should do with him. This is you chance
to show that you are a big girl.”
The girls moved over so as to be
closer to the man. The man look quite confused
as to what was going on. The girl then
began to ask him questions.
“Where do you live?”
“Well I live just down the way, a
few minutes away from here”
“Do you live on the street?”
“I…I guess I do but it is rather…”
“Do you have a job?” She interrupted
“Not at the moment, but I…”
“Any family”
“Nope, just me in the world.”
“Do you have anything to offer the
world?”
“Well I guess that is a matter of
perspective.”
“I will take that as a no. Any education?”
“Of course not! No one down here
gets any education.”
“The way I see it” the little girl
said. “Is your life has no meaning. You are never going to amount to anything and
you are never going to do anything to at would help further the progress of
Danea. Therefore, you don’t need to live.
I think you should be executed to take the burden off society, and to
free yourself from the load of knowing all this. It’s what is best for you. Guards!
Take this man to the palace prisons to be executed.”
The man looked shocked and very
confused.
“Wait, what? Hey! Get your hands
off me!”
The two guards grabbed his arms and
began dragging him toward the white building.
“Hey! Let me go! This is a mistake!”He shouted. In the distance, he heard
the mother congratulating her daughter proudly.
“Good job back there! You showed
real maturity. I think you are really
growing up.”
END OF FIRST CHAPTER