Chapter 2: Unquestionable Obedience Is Key
A figure wearing a dark blue cloak with a single water droplet painted light blue on the back and chest area scurried in the barely lit halls of the Royal Palace. Queen Michelle's eyesight had grown fairly sensitive and old, so even during the broad daylight would the palace be forever in darkness so the old woman would not be as moody as she normally is. Unlike the Electorate University, the Royal Palace was build with fine marble covered in numerous carpets hanging from the walls and covering most of the floor, bearing coats of arms of past governments of the Auran Confederation and allies or political groups that kept close ties with the Auran Monarchy. Decorating the palace was a way to proudly show the allegiance with whomever's symbols lay on the carpets.
The blue cloaked figure continued it's journey in a hasty fashion, walking by poorly lit candles and nearly blowing them out. The adventurous figure soon reached it's destination to a wide half-circle door. Pictures of owls and dragons popped out from the steel door, depicting a religious scenery. Painted in a deep, majestic tone of blue, it was a magnificent piece of art to observe, and the way the blue cloaked figure didn't even take one glance as it pushed opened the door, showed something extremely questionable.
“My Lady!” the blue cloaked figure croaked as it used all of it's gathered power to open the door. Down a large hall with a faint blue carpet connecting the entrance to what seemed to be a throne, sat the eighty-six year old, Queen Michelle. She sat humbly with her arms folded on her lap and her head slightly down. Her eyes were closed. She was meditating, not sleeping, and you could tell for her chest rose and sank every moment or so.
“My Lady! I bear news!” the figure rasped again, and hurried along the blue carpet. Queen Michelle's lazy eyes slowly opened, her deep blue eyes sparkled faintly as a thin wave of water formed around them to protect and advance her old sight. Using her mystical capabilities in the water magic, she had cheated much of what old age dealt someone, including loss of eyesight. Blinking a couple times, Queen Michelle focused her vision onto the coming figure that was still running to her.
“What is it?” She asked quietly.
“Parliament has just agree on a law to move the people from the war-torn areas in the south and move them up north to achieve better living qualities as Government construction workers repair the destroyed cities with military squads protecting the construction sites! The Banking Department had agreed on the issue and it will go under effect tomorrow!” The figure spoke as she kneeled down before her Queen.
“Ah, good. It is nice to see Parliament do something so kind for the people.” Queen Michelle murmured.
“What? You agree?” The woman said, sounding extremely shocked.
“Yes, of course I do. The Aurans in the south have been suffering for too long and should not pay for a conflict between the national government and a group of rebels.” The Queen replied, now having full eye fixation on woman whom kneel before her, “They need relief.”
“But, this will cost thousands, possibly hundreds of thousands from the National Bank! We need that money for the war effort! Besides, it's a socialist law! Soon Shadow will try pass communism!”
“No we don't, Kaitlyn, and Shadow is no communist. He isn't that far left.” Queen Michelle said, sounding more awake with each word, “Besides, we have foreign aid from our friends and we haven't mobilized all of the military,” the Queen explained. “I haven't even gone to battle myself,” she added with a laugh.
Kaitlyn released a quick laugh at thought of this old hag fighting,“My Lady, with all due respect, you could not possibly fight anymore, it isn't like the old da-” and the voice was suddenly cut off.
Queen Michelle's eyes were wide open, veins straining in them as the woman who wears the blue cloak began to choke, her throat collapsing. She raised her hands to grasp on her neck in attempt to fix the problem, but they were soon bent backwards, the liquids in her arms rupturing out of the veins and tissues and the muscles over-working. Her head and arms began to violently shake. Moments passed and her torso sharply turned right to tear portions of her skin. In this sharp turn, several sections of her spine instantly cracked. The pain soon crawled down as her left knee bent forward, the ligaments tearing off to disconnect the lower leg with the upper. In the fast movements of Kaitlyn's blood and waters and enzymes mixing together, the liquid ruptured out of her skin and ironically; calmly leaked out of her. Her body was tearing apart from the inside out.
“May I remind you I have 20 more years on me until I reach the brink of insanity, and until then, I am as powerful as I was sixty-five years ago when I graduated from the Water Magic clan as a professional fighter. No one has reached the abilities that I have created as a controller of water, and need you forget that, the complete and utter disrespect you displayed, Senator Kaitlyn, will be met with a merciless punishment,” Queen Michelle roared in a horse but grand tone. Immediately after the short lecture, the old woman closed her eyes and the senator collapsed to the ground, motionless.
Vases on the sides of the marble pillars were unexplainably knocked down and water collectively slithered to Senator Kaitlyn. It completely washed over her and seeped into her body. The female body shined an odd glow and began to what seemed to be reparations in the body.
“I trust that you won't make any future mistakes in doubting my authority, hmm?” Queen Michelle asked in a joking fashion ending in a quiet laugh. Senator Kaitlyn's body rose on it's own and the water began to leave her body and somewhat jumped into the air around her, swirling around faster and faster, sucking the rest of the water that was still in her body.
Moments later and the liquid veil bursted out and lightly covered the whole room, including the marble pillars and numerous carpets and other artistic designs. Senator Kaitlyn fell on her hands and knees, coughing violently onto the floor as she gasped for her breath. In the midst of her recovery, she shook her head, “no” to answer the Queen.
“Good.” Queen Michelle said with a sly smirk, “now begone. Leave my quarters.”
Senator Kaitlyn immediately got up and ran out of the throne room, tripping a couple times on the blue carpet. Her unorganized escape was undermined by her limitless new fear of the Queen she thought was a pushover. It was clear if Queen Michelle had a problem with anything going on, she would solve it in a matter of moments. She was no fool.
Queen Michelle shook her head in disappointment and rose from her throne to stretch a bit. She then proceeded to slowly walk down to the entrance, barely making a sound as her bare feet softly pressed against the semi-carpet floor. She quietly made her way to the exit of her large palace. From time to time as she walked down the large and open spaces, her personal guards would notice her and walk with her. There was no one else in the Royal Palace besides the Queen and her elite force of guards. By the time she had arrived at the entrance, she had six guards protect her at all sides. Not that she needed them, though.
Before stepping out into the open day she covered her eyes with another layer of water, making them seem more lifeless and dull as before. It almost looked like she was blind, for every movement that happened around her, she made no fast eye movement to observe. The old woman just walked along, towards the Electorate University.
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She soon left the Royal grounds and out into the busy streets of the Capital. A mix of wood, steel, and rock-only houses with a few having more than one material in them stood tall and proud in symbol of the Auran Confederation's strength. The busy constituents of the Queen took no notice of her as they walked by her. They obviously knew it was their Queen, but in this country, leaders were treated like anyone else and were not given special treatment(with the exception of presenting yourself in a respectful manner). In fact, kissing up to a political leader was frowned upon and speaking against leaders on issues was stressed in Auran culture for even leaders mess up, or do not know everything or what they need to know to decide on issues.
The head guard stopped, and the Queen did not notice, for she bumped into him. Queen Michelle backed up a bit, “Excuse me, sir” she said to the guard, and he nodded in acknowledgement, “but why have we stopped?”
Before waiting for an answer, the Queen peered ahead to see a small boy with rough black hair and bright blue eyes. He had the common puppy-dog look, his eyes eager for attention. His clothes were dirty and his shorts were ripped. He possessed no shoes. The boy had some scrapes and cuts on his hands and a scar on the top of his head. He was a pitiful sight to bear. He was a peasant.
The Queen's eyes opened in astonishment from looking at the boy. Not in disapproval, but in sympathy, and perhaps empathy. Poverty was a rare sight in the Capital, and in a majority of the cities in the Auran Confederation. Those who were poor, or made the poor “qualifications” weren't homeless or starving, they just had low wages and didn't eat dinner or breakfast from time to time. But this sight, the boy that is, was heart wrenching for it reminded people that the Auran Confederation wasn't quite close to a homeless society the recent left-winged policies offered, promised, and fulfilled. The country had ways to go before meeting the standards of what the left offered for a perfect society.
Queen Michelle smiled to the young boy and strolled over to him. She kneeled down in front of him to be eye-to-eye. The boy did not flinch, nor smiled, but took out a knife and held it to her throat. The guards immediately rushed forward, and people around gasped in shock, but Queen Michelle raised her hand to call off her guards. She simply continued to look at the boy.
“I need to defeat you!” The young boy yelled, holding the knife to her throat.
“And why is that?” The Queen asked.
“ To claim the throne, of course!” The young boy replied, puzzled; partially at the Queen for asking such a stupid question, and for her bothering to ask in the first place.
“Hmm, okay,” Queen Michelle said in a relaxing tone, “and when you kill me, what do you plan to do with that power?”
“To, help my friends of course. They live in the south,” The boy answered, seeming a bit hesitant.
“Ah, you've come a long ways from home to come here. Is there anything else?” Queen Michelle asked, keeping her vision focused on the young boy.
“To help other people too, I guess, I don't know! I don't want anyone to suffer!” the boy said, stuttering with every word. He began to shake in nervousness from a strange intimidating vibe the Queen gave him. Tears began to trickled down his cheeks.
“Young boy, where are your parents?” The Queen asked.
“They're dead.” the boy answered, and he broke out in a violent sob.
People had now gathered, with fixed emotions of shock at her for talking to any of her subjects. Queen Michelle had observed the boy as he cried. He dropped his weapon to wipe the tears from his eyes and the snot running down his nose. A number of the gathered citizens gasped and put their hands to cover their mouth, feeling a deep sadness for the young boy.
After passing minutes of the Queen carefully studying this child and thoughts darting in her head, she wrapped her hands around the boys waist and picked him up to hold him passionately in her arms. She grasped her arms together under the boy's bum, propping him over her shoulder. The boy proceeded to dig his face into her cloak and continued to cry. The Queen rubbed his back in affection to sooth his sorrow, as a caring mother would her damaged young.
The old woman nodded to the guards to return to their previous position and continue their journey towards the Electorate University. The gathered population had moved out of the way and carried on with their busy lives. Moments had passed and the boy realized what had happened. He wiped the remaining tears off his eyes and onto the old woman's cloak before poking her cheek in protest.
“What are you doing? Put me down, we must fight!” The boy yelled.
“Quiet down, boy! We're heading to a special building where I will teach you how your country is managed, and if you'd like, I will find you a tutor to teach you how to be a fine ruler.” The Queen responded.
A couple of the guards gasped, but continued their walking with no pause present, for they knew what the Queen had actually said, but weren't sure at the same time.
“Wait, what? What do you mean?” The boy asked, puzzled.
“You said you wanted to be King, right?” Queen Michelle rasped, pulling the boy up from her slipping arms.
“Yes,” The boy stammered.
“Well, you will be. When I die.”
At that comment, the guards completely stopped, in shock at what the Queen had just said; the decision she had just made. The head guard turned around and faced the queen, taking off his mask to reveal a serious and stern face.
“You can't possibly make a orphaned peasant the heir of the country during the civil war!” The guard said, his voice hoarse with anger.
“Is that a respectful tone you are using to talk about your prince?” The Queen replied, her eyes narrowed in intimidation towards the guard. The boy, now realizing what had happened, smiled. He stuck his tongue out at the guard, which droved him to dash forward, pulling his spear towards the boy's neck.
In response, the Queen collected the surrounding water vapor into a spherical ball at the center of the guard's chest. Without a movement, an order in her mind, the spherical ball exploded and sent the guard flying across the street. He went a few yards, until he hit the wall up ahead that marked a corner in the street ways. Crashing into the hard wall, the guard barely made a dent. He lazily slithered down, motionless in pain. Nearby citizens immediately dashed out of the way to not be hurt. The boy's face grew in amazement at the Queen's power, and how quick she was to defend him.
“Whoa..” the boy said in disbelief.
Queen Michelle, still holding the young boy in her arms, and along with the remaining guards, walked towards the fallen guard. She stopped in front of him and looked down upon him with egotistical eyes and a hint of what appeared to be madness.
“Your execution will be held tomorrow with attempted assault on the Prince of the Auran Confederation, along with treason to undermine the Royal Family's authority in the nation. Enjoy your last hours as you may.” And with that, the Queen, the newly appointed Prince, and the guards took a right off the street and continued the path to the Electorate University.
Minutes had passed before anyone said a thing. The streets, the guards, and even the Queen was silent.
“Queen Michelle?” The boy said quietly, breaking the quietness.
“Yes?” The Queen asked, glancing over to the boy.
“Thank you.” the boy said.
“Why, your welcome.” The Queen responded. She smiled and winked at the young boy, and he proceeded to smile back, his bright smile lighting a faint glow in Queen Michelle's dark and twisted heart. The smile and the wink the Queen gave to the boy obviously lit the darkness of abandonment and sorrow that had plagued the boy's confused mind. Though the conversation was short and simple, that's what gave it such a meaningful bliss of hope to the both of them. It was all that was needed to show the foundation of their new relationship, and how much the Queen had suddenly grown fond of the boy, and vice versa. In such a weird and unethical way to cross paths, it was sure enough, a beautiful moment that was on the path of forming two brand new people.
The head guard stopped, and the Queen did not notice, for she bumped into him. Queen Michelle backed up a bit, “Excuse me, sir” she said to the guard, and he nodded in acknowledgement, “but why have we stopped?”
Before waiting for an answer, the Queen peered ahead to see a small boy with rough black hair and bright blue eyes. He had the common puppy-dog look, his eyes eager for attention. His clothes were dirty and his shorts were ripped. He possessed no shoes. The boy had some scrapes and cuts on his hands and a scar on the top of his head. He was a pitiful sight to bear. He was a peasant.
The Queen's eyes opened in astonishment from looking at the boy. Not in disapproval, but in sympathy, and perhaps empathy. Poverty was a rare sight in the Capital, and in a majority of the cities in the Auran Confederation. Those who were poor, or made the poor “qualifications” weren't homeless or starving, they just had low wages and didn't eat dinner or breakfast from time to time. But this sight, the boy that is, was heart wrenching for it reminded people that the Auran Confederation wasn't quite close to a homeless society the recent left-winged policies offered, promised, and fulfilled. The country had ways to go before meeting the standards of what the left offered for a perfect society.
Queen Michelle smiled to the young boy and strolled over to him. She kneeled down in front of him to be eye-to-eye. The boy did not flinch, nor smiled, but took out a knife and held it to her throat. The guards immediately rushed forward, and people around gasped in shock, but Queen Michelle raised her hand to call off her guards. She simply continued to look at the boy.
“I need to defeat you!” The young boy yelled, holding the knife to her throat.
“And why is that?” The Queen asked.
“ To claim the throne, of course!” The young boy replied, puzzled; partially at the Queen for asking such a stupid question, and for her bothering to ask in the first place.
“Hmm, okay,” Queen Michelle said in a relaxing tone, “and when you kill me, what do you plan to do with that power?”
“To, help my friends of course. They live in the south,” The boy answered, seeming a bit hesitant.
“Ah, you've come a long ways from home to come here. Is there anything else?” Queen Michelle asked, keeping her vision focused on the young boy.
“To help other people too, I guess, I don't know! I don't want anyone to suffer!” the boy said, stuttering with every word. He began to shake in nervousness from a strange intimidating vibe the Queen gave him. Tears began to trickled down his cheeks.
“Young boy, where are your parents?” The Queen asked.
“They're dead.” the boy answered, and he broke out in a violent sob.
People had now gathered, with fixed emotions of shock at her for talking to any of her subjects. Queen Michelle had observed the boy as he cried. He dropped his weapon to wipe the tears from his eyes and the snot running down his nose. A number of the gathered citizens gasped and put their hands to cover their mouth, feeling a deep sadness for the young boy.
After passing minutes of the Queen carefully studying this child and thoughts darting in her head, she wrapped her hands around the boys waist and picked him up to hold him passionately in her arms. She grasped her arms together under the boy's bum, propping him over her shoulder. The boy proceeded to dig his face into her cloak and continued to cry. The Queen rubbed his back in affection to sooth his sorrow, as a caring mother would her damaged young.
The old woman nodded to the guards to return to their previous position and continue their journey towards the Electorate University. The gathered population had moved out of the way and carried on with their busy lives. Moments had passed and the boy realized what had happened. He wiped the remaining tears off his eyes and onto the old woman's cloak before poking her cheek in protest.
“What are you doing? Put me down, we must fight!” The boy yelled.
“Quiet down, boy! We're heading to a special building where I will teach you how your country is managed, and if you'd like, I will find you a tutor to teach you how to be a fine ruler.” The Queen responded.
A couple of the guards gasped, but continued their walking with no pause present, for they knew what the Queen had actually said, but weren't sure at the same time.
“Wait, what? What do you mean?” The boy asked, puzzled.
“You said you wanted to be King, right?” Queen Michelle rasped, pulling the boy up from her slipping arms.
“Yes,” The boy stammered.
“Well, you will be. When I die.”
At that comment, the guards completely stopped, in shock at what the Queen had just said; the decision she had just made. The head guard turned around and faced the queen, taking off his mask to reveal a serious and stern face.
“You can't possibly make a orphaned peasant the heir of the country during the civil war!” The guard said, his voice hoarse with anger.
“Is that a respectful tone you are using to talk about your prince?” The Queen replied, her eyes narrowed in intimidation towards the guard. The boy, now realizing what had happened, smiled. He stuck his tongue out at the guard, which droved him to dash forward, pulling his spear towards the boy's neck.
In response, the Queen collected the surrounding water vapor into a spherical ball at the center of the guard's chest. Without a movement, an order in her mind, the spherical ball exploded and sent the guard flying across the street. He went a few yards, until he hit the wall up ahead that marked a corner in the street ways. Crashing into the hard wall, the guard barely made a dent. He lazily slithered down, motionless in pain. Nearby citizens immediately dashed out of the way to not be hurt. The boy's face grew in amazement at the Queen's power, and how quick she was to defend him.
“Whoa..” the boy said in disbelief.
Queen Michelle, still holding the young boy in her arms, and along with the remaining guards, walked towards the fallen guard. She stopped in front of him and looked down upon him with egotistical eyes and a hint of what appeared to be madness.
“Your execution will be held tomorrow with attempted assault on the Prince of the Auran Confederation, along with treason to undermine the Royal Family's authority in the nation. Enjoy your last hours as you may.” And with that, the Queen, the newly appointed Prince, and the guards took a right off the street and continued the path to the Electorate University.
Minutes had passed before anyone said a thing. The streets, the guards, and even the Queen was silent.
“Queen Michelle?” The boy said quietly, breaking the quietness.
“Yes?” The Queen asked, glancing over to the boy.
“Thank you.” the boy said.
“Why, your welcome.” The Queen responded. She smiled and winked at the young boy, and he proceeded to smile back, his bright smile lighting a faint glow in Queen Michelle's dark and twisted heart. The smile and the wink the Queen gave to the boy obviously lit the darkness of abandonment and sorrow that had plagued the boy's confused mind. Though the conversation was short and simple, that's what gave it such a meaningful bliss of hope to the both of them. It was all that was needed to show the foundation of their new relationship, and how much the Queen had suddenly grown fond of the boy, and vice versa. In such a weird and unethical way to cross paths, it was sure enough, a beautiful moment that was on the path of forming two brand new people.
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momentous.
Also, chapter 3 will be posted on this coming up Monday.
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Please pay attention to this important update:
Chapter 3 will be delayed to this Friday. Reasons being is that I've entered a competition at school where for November, I have to write an entire book starting the first day of the month. I'm dedicating all of my current time in writing the book. The competition is some national writers group, the youth program. Teenagers have to write a book with 30k words, adults 50k. It's not really a competition, if you reach your goal of 30-50k or more, and submit a rough draft by the 30th of November, they will accept and they will give you all the way until June to edit it. Then they'll make 5 hard cover copies of your book and send it to you.
The story relates to Philosophy. The book I will be writing is called, The Eye of Tranquility, and it is about the Grand Auran Civil War from 1933-1943(yes i know, so many civil wars), and it goes into depth into the fall of the Auran Empire by the conservative and central greed of Emperor Daniel Rezkof. It also goes into depth about the time when the Auran Empire was at it's height, under Empress Abol and Empress Malika, mothers of Emperor Daniel. Though, the story is told by the perspective of young Princess Michelle! I will not give details away, except I will post the first 3 chapters as a teaser after November. This writing will delay the posts of Philosophy (don't worry I'm on Chapter 11 so you guy have plenty of chapters).
Now, when I finish it, I will have 5 hardcover books shipped to me. I'm going to try and find a away to be able to mail 3 FWG'ers 1 copy each, though I'm not sure how I will be able to do this (like if I do it through personal mailing or a online program etc, I'll figure it out.) I keep 1 for myself and the 2nd one for my Father. He's really proud of my writing and he'd love to see it "published". The FWG'ers who will get one will be a kind of competition or a simple raffle. Don't worry, I won't charge you guys for anything. It'll all be free.
NOW THIS MEANS! Every year I will publish a book through this program. It's a nation wide thing and as far as I'm concerned, most US high schools participate, even colleges. It costs no money, since it's funded by the Federal Government. I'd like to have next years be Philosophy, but I'd have to rewrite it massively, because you need to write the book through the month of November, and continue on from there.
Thank you for your time, and wish me luck! Oh, and if I am able to do this, and you 3 FWG'ers do get the book, please take very good care of it. I'm not trying to sound condescending or anything, but there would only be 5 books of existence until I attempt to get actual publishers printing my books, and that's a huge fantasy, no? I just ask you keep good care of it, and let your friends borrow it or something for them to read, but do keep a good eye on it! It'd be cool if they all survived. I know how beat up books can get!
Good bye... peasants
Chapter 3 will be delayed to this Friday. Reasons being is that I've entered a competition at school where for November, I have to write an entire book starting the first day of the month. I'm dedicating all of my current time in writing the book. The competition is some national writers group, the youth program. Teenagers have to write a book with 30k words, adults 50k. It's not really a competition, if you reach your goal of 30-50k or more, and submit a rough draft by the 30th of November, they will accept and they will give you all the way until June to edit it. Then they'll make 5 hard cover copies of your book and send it to you.
The story relates to Philosophy. The book I will be writing is called, The Eye of Tranquility, and it is about the Grand Auran Civil War from 1933-1943(yes i know, so many civil wars), and it goes into depth into the fall of the Auran Empire by the conservative and central greed of Emperor Daniel Rezkof. It also goes into depth about the time when the Auran Empire was at it's height, under Empress Abol and Empress Malika, mothers of Emperor Daniel. Though, the story is told by the perspective of young Princess Michelle! I will not give details away, except I will post the first 3 chapters as a teaser after November. This writing will delay the posts of Philosophy (don't worry I'm on Chapter 11 so you guy have plenty of chapters).
Now, when I finish it, I will have 5 hardcover books shipped to me. I'm going to try and find a away to be able to mail 3 FWG'ers 1 copy each, though I'm not sure how I will be able to do this (like if I do it through personal mailing or a online program etc, I'll figure it out.) I keep 1 for myself and the 2nd one for my Father. He's really proud of my writing and he'd love to see it "published". The FWG'ers who will get one will be a kind of competition or a simple raffle. Don't worry, I won't charge you guys for anything. It'll all be free.
NOW THIS MEANS! Every year I will publish a book through this program. It's a nation wide thing and as far as I'm concerned, most US high schools participate, even colleges. It costs no money, since it's funded by the Federal Government. I'd like to have next years be Philosophy, but I'd have to rewrite it massively, because you need to write the book through the month of November, and continue on from there.
Thank you for your time, and wish me luck! Oh, and if I am able to do this, and you 3 FWG'ers do get the book, please take very good care of it. I'm not trying to sound condescending or anything, but there would only be 5 books of existence until I attempt to get actual publishers printing my books, and that's a huge fantasy, no? I just ask you keep good care of it, and let your friends borrow it or something for them to read, but do keep a good eye on it! It'd be cool if they all survived. I know how beat up books can get!
Good bye... peasants
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omg omg good luck!!!!
that was dramatic. still ready 2 die tho!
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@Boxy. Haha, yes, that is what it is! I'm pretty excited. I've been doing outlines and summaries, since I obviously can't start until November. Here is the summary on my profile. :p
The Eye of Tranquility
The Auran Empire, center of technological, economic, and militaristic advancements plunders into a deadly ten year civil war, from 1933-1943. The totalitarian Emperor Daniel Rezkof rules the large North American empire with the central fist of crimson blood under his Black Crown. His daughter, Princess Michelle, must endure through the civil war and the battle between conservative imperialism and democratic socialism as the Colonial territories and lake tribes fight for their freedoms and individuality. As the internal war ravages on, many leaders of the modern Empire yearn for the old rule of Empress Abol and Empress Malika, a power couple that left their people too soon. Princess Michelle must decide between her family, or her people once she is declared the heir to the throne before her two other sisters, Maria and Mary.
The Eye of Tranquility
The Auran Empire, center of technological, economic, and militaristic advancements plunders into a deadly ten year civil war, from 1933-1943. The totalitarian Emperor Daniel Rezkof rules the large North American empire with the central fist of crimson blood under his Black Crown. His daughter, Princess Michelle, must endure through the civil war and the battle between conservative imperialism and democratic socialism as the Colonial territories and lake tribes fight for their freedoms and individuality. As the internal war ravages on, many leaders of the modern Empire yearn for the old rule of Empress Abol and Empress Malika, a power couple that left their people too soon. Princess Michelle must decide between her family, or her people once she is declared the heir to the throne before her two other sisters, Maria and Mary.
Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1 & 2)
I wish they did that book entry thing UK.
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Chapter 3: Free Market Economy vs. Vulture Capitalism
“Alrighty,” Shadow began, shuffling some papers before settling them neatly on the side, “What brings you to our country, Melissa?”
The group had now been in Shadow's office and had all taken their seats. Jason sat next to Shadow, obviously, while Melissa pulled up a side chair to sit in front of the two. Finnegan was standing beside Shadow, near the Auran flag on the right.
“High Councilman Tarok would like the Auran government to relax it's attack on the liberators in the south,” Melissa said in an organized and confident voice. Shadow, on the other hand, was shocked.
“Excuse me?” Shadow said, his face screwing up in disbelief.
“High Councilman Tarok believes that the rebels in the south are freedom fighters and is willing to support them in creating their own country,” Melissa further explained.
Shadow sighed, “The fascist rebels in the south only wish to create a spiritual-run, oppressive, pro-corporate republic with faked elections so they may steal the People's rightful resources and individuality. If your leader honestly believes that the scum in the south are actually freedom fighters wanting to create their sovereign nation, you are horribly mistaken.”
“As far as I'm concerned, the liberators did call for a referendum to add a public constitution, right? And your fair Queen Michelle denied that, yes? So in the eyes of democracy of the Lake Union, we call them liberators.”
“This is a Representative Monarchy on it's road to a democracy, we cannot grant every aspect of a democracy to our people at once, for it causes chaos, uneasy culture, and wrecks the economy. Things must be taken one at a time to ensure our safe destination.” Shadow responded, attempting to keep his cool at Melissa's ignorant words.
“The Lake Union seemed to be able to set up a Republic in as easy as a few years, you're telling me your proud Auran Confederation cannot do so?” Melissa said, sounding more defiant as ever, “You had to create an elected position to ease the rebels, they're obviously fighting for a democracy, in which we must defend!”
“Your Republic was set up during a harsh and bitter revolution with fine leaders to keep the idea pure and organized. The fascists in the south are bloody, cruel, and only want power and greed, something your corporate republic is so fond of.” Shadow remarked, narrowing his eyes.
“Our Republic is as pure as your Confederation!” Melissa protested.
“That is why your corporations, and foreign companies continue to buy their way in your so called, 'People's Council'? You best change it to, “The Corporate Elite's Council” so your People know what's truly going on.” Shadow said, his eyes still narrowed and fixated on the ambassador.
“Shadow, that's not the point, what the main point I've come here to discuss with you, is granting the fascist local autonomy, maybe their own country so your people do not suffer!” Melissa demanded, slamming her fist on the desk.
“Oh, you mean so your wealthy allies in the north of this country don't suffer? Is their private property being damaged, so they lobbied for some outside intervention?” Shadow said, exaggerating a sympathetic voice ,“May I remind you that the fascist rebel group in the south will only further abuse the civilians in the area and steal their resources. It puzzles me to see how defiant you are on how my country is handling it's personal problems.”
“Shadow, shut up, you ignorant fool! Can't you see if you just let them secede, your country will be fine?” Melissa said, sighing a bit.
“And abandon a portion of the People who elected me in to represent and serve them? No thank you. Unlike your country, this country actually serves the People. I will continue to send troops down there until the area is liberated and the fascists are executed, even if I have to go down there myself.” Shadow responded, raising his voice a bit, “Now, begone. This meeting is over.” At that word, Melissa immediately stood up, took the chair and slammed it into the floor in an angry fashion. The chair shattered and pieces of wood hit everywhere. Finn and Jason flinched, but Shadow held his fixated, intimidating glare at the woman. Melissa proceeded to stomp her way out.
“Oh, and one last thing, Melissa,” Shadow said, raising his voice to call attention to the Ambassador. Melissa turned around, eyes flared, face flustered in frustration.
“What?” She roared.
“If your country wants a shot at imperialism and imposing your immature, ignorant, and foreign views on another, make sure you have a bigger military then them.” Shadow said with a fake smile. In response, Melissa stormed out with an angry grunt.
“She is one crazy lady,” Jason said, eyes wide.
“What do you expect from a failed democratic union?” Shadow remarked, shaking his head as he took the papers he originally had laid to the side.
“I guess,” Jason said, lowering his voice.
A knock at the door had alerted the group to change their view to the door. There, standing at the entrance, was none other than Queen Michelle and what seemed to be a small boy. Shadow simply glanced at the woman before returning to his papers. Now, he had taken a pen and began writing down on some of the papers.
“Queen Michelle!” Jason said, startled by her presence, “What brings you here?”
Queen Michelle put the boy down, and he ran to a nearby shelf, seemingly interested in the displays that lay there. The Queen had nodded her head to the guards to wait outside as she proceeded to enter the room.
“I've found a Prince.” Was all she said, short and simple.
Jason's face screwed up in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Finnegan noticed the boy, and connected the dots in a heart beat. “You're gonna make a peasant a prince?”
The Queen glared at Finnegan, tempted to eliminate the boy on the spot, but relaxed her sight. “You're lucky I like you,” Queen Michelle said in a serious tone before looking at Jason, “The boy that is playing with Shadow's nit-nacks is indeed, the Prince.”
Shadow glanced up for a moment to exchange an moment of acknowledgement to the Queen before returning to his writing. It was evident that Shadow and the Queen's relationship consisted of small talk, but the two seemed to know each other on a level most people could never achieve.
“Why him?” Jason asked, looking at the young boy who was purposely ignoring the adults. He had a bright smile on as he took a clay figure of what seems to be a former King, and smashed it playfully into a painted stone carving of a snowman.
“That doesn't matter, Jason. All that matters is that he will be taking my place in a couple of decades and he needs to be trained.” Queen Michelle said.
“Philosophy, politics, or armed fighting?” Jason asked.
“All three.” the old woman responded.
The room lay silent for a couple moments. All that could be heard was the “pew pew pew” sounds and “rawr” noises the young boy made as he played with the dolls.
“You're honestly going to preserve the aristocracy in this country?” Shadow said, entering the conversation with a defiant tone.
“Of course, Shadow.” The Queen responded.
And with that, the Prime Minister grunted and continued his paper work.
“Who's going to train him?” Jason asked, glancing over the boy as he continued to fool around with the dolls.
“Alrighty,” Shadow began, shuffling some papers before settling them neatly on the side, “What brings you to our country, Melissa?”
The group had now been in Shadow's office and had all taken their seats. Jason sat next to Shadow, obviously, while Melissa pulled up a side chair to sit in front of the two. Finnegan was standing beside Shadow, near the Auran flag on the right.
“High Councilman Tarok would like the Auran government to relax it's attack on the liberators in the south,” Melissa said in an organized and confident voice. Shadow, on the other hand, was shocked.
“Excuse me?” Shadow said, his face screwing up in disbelief.
“High Councilman Tarok believes that the rebels in the south are freedom fighters and is willing to support them in creating their own country,” Melissa further explained.
Shadow sighed, “The fascist rebels in the south only wish to create a spiritual-run, oppressive, pro-corporate republic with faked elections so they may steal the People's rightful resources and individuality. If your leader honestly believes that the scum in the south are actually freedom fighters wanting to create their sovereign nation, you are horribly mistaken.”
“As far as I'm concerned, the liberators did call for a referendum to add a public constitution, right? And your fair Queen Michelle denied that, yes? So in the eyes of democracy of the Lake Union, we call them liberators.”
“This is a Representative Monarchy on it's road to a democracy, we cannot grant every aspect of a democracy to our people at once, for it causes chaos, uneasy culture, and wrecks the economy. Things must be taken one at a time to ensure our safe destination.” Shadow responded, attempting to keep his cool at Melissa's ignorant words.
“The Lake Union seemed to be able to set up a Republic in as easy as a few years, you're telling me your proud Auran Confederation cannot do so?” Melissa said, sounding more defiant as ever, “You had to create an elected position to ease the rebels, they're obviously fighting for a democracy, in which we must defend!”
“Your Republic was set up during a harsh and bitter revolution with fine leaders to keep the idea pure and organized. The fascists in the south are bloody, cruel, and only want power and greed, something your corporate republic is so fond of.” Shadow remarked, narrowing his eyes.
“Our Republic is as pure as your Confederation!” Melissa protested.
“That is why your corporations, and foreign companies continue to buy their way in your so called, 'People's Council'? You best change it to, “The Corporate Elite's Council” so your People know what's truly going on.” Shadow said, his eyes still narrowed and fixated on the ambassador.
“Shadow, that's not the point, what the main point I've come here to discuss with you, is granting the fascist local autonomy, maybe their own country so your people do not suffer!” Melissa demanded, slamming her fist on the desk.
“Oh, you mean so your wealthy allies in the north of this country don't suffer? Is their private property being damaged, so they lobbied for some outside intervention?” Shadow said, exaggerating a sympathetic voice ,“May I remind you that the fascist rebel group in the south will only further abuse the civilians in the area and steal their resources. It puzzles me to see how defiant you are on how my country is handling it's personal problems.”
“Shadow, shut up, you ignorant fool! Can't you see if you just let them secede, your country will be fine?” Melissa said, sighing a bit.
“And abandon a portion of the People who elected me in to represent and serve them? No thank you. Unlike your country, this country actually serves the People. I will continue to send troops down there until the area is liberated and the fascists are executed, even if I have to go down there myself.” Shadow responded, raising his voice a bit, “Now, begone. This meeting is over.” At that word, Melissa immediately stood up, took the chair and slammed it into the floor in an angry fashion. The chair shattered and pieces of wood hit everywhere. Finn and Jason flinched, but Shadow held his fixated, intimidating glare at the woman. Melissa proceeded to stomp her way out.
“Oh, and one last thing, Melissa,” Shadow said, raising his voice to call attention to the Ambassador. Melissa turned around, eyes flared, face flustered in frustration.
“What?” She roared.
“If your country wants a shot at imperialism and imposing your immature, ignorant, and foreign views on another, make sure you have a bigger military then them.” Shadow said with a fake smile. In response, Melissa stormed out with an angry grunt.
“She is one crazy lady,” Jason said, eyes wide.
“What do you expect from a failed democratic union?” Shadow remarked, shaking his head as he took the papers he originally had laid to the side.
“I guess,” Jason said, lowering his voice.
A knock at the door had alerted the group to change their view to the door. There, standing at the entrance, was none other than Queen Michelle and what seemed to be a small boy. Shadow simply glanced at the woman before returning to his papers. Now, he had taken a pen and began writing down on some of the papers.
“Queen Michelle!” Jason said, startled by her presence, “What brings you here?”
Queen Michelle put the boy down, and he ran to a nearby shelf, seemingly interested in the displays that lay there. The Queen had nodded her head to the guards to wait outside as she proceeded to enter the room.
“I've found a Prince.” Was all she said, short and simple.
Jason's face screwed up in confusion, “What do you mean?”
Finnegan noticed the boy, and connected the dots in a heart beat. “You're gonna make a peasant a prince?”
The Queen glared at Finnegan, tempted to eliminate the boy on the spot, but relaxed her sight. “You're lucky I like you,” Queen Michelle said in a serious tone before looking at Jason, “The boy that is playing with Shadow's nit-nacks is indeed, the Prince.”
Shadow glanced up for a moment to exchange an moment of acknowledgement to the Queen before returning to his writing. It was evident that Shadow and the Queen's relationship consisted of small talk, but the two seemed to know each other on a level most people could never achieve.
“Why him?” Jason asked, looking at the young boy who was purposely ignoring the adults. He had a bright smile on as he took a clay figure of what seems to be a former King, and smashed it playfully into a painted stone carving of a snowman.
“That doesn't matter, Jason. All that matters is that he will be taking my place in a couple of decades and he needs to be trained.” Queen Michelle said.
“Philosophy, politics, or armed fighting?” Jason asked.
“All three.” the old woman responded.
The room lay silent for a couple moments. All that could be heard was the “pew pew pew” sounds and “rawr” noises the young boy made as he played with the dolls.
“You're honestly going to preserve the aristocracy in this country?” Shadow said, entering the conversation with a defiant tone.
“Of course, Shadow.” The Queen responded.
And with that, the Prime Minister grunted and continued his paper work.
“Who's going to train him?” Jason asked, glancing over the boy as he continued to fool around with the dolls.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1 & 2)
“I was thinking you and Shadow could adopt him.” The Queen said, having a hint of silliness in her voice.
Jason's eyes brightened up, while Shadow choked on his spit as he the thought of actually having a child. The young boy hesitated, but continued his self-arranged play time. The First Gentleman immediately turned to Shadow, eyes burning with hope.
“Can we plea-?” Jason began, but was completely and immediately cut off.
“No,” Shadow said with a harsh tone, “We're busy enough and I have no time raising a child to become the next King. It's ridiculous and pointless.”
Jason narrowed his eyes and folded his hands. “You're no fun,” he said and turned to Queen Michelle, “We'll take him.”
Shadow's face screwed up in frustration, dropping the pen to make eye contact with Queen Michelle, “No we won't. I just explained why-”
“Shut up Shadow, we're having a kid.” Jason said, fixating a honed look at him.
Shadow stood up in defiance, “No we're not!”
Jason narrowed his eyes and gave a special look to Shadow, “Yes we are. I've wanted one, I know you want one, what is stopping us?”
“I don't care, we don't have the time!” Shadow said, slamming his pen into the desk, “We have jobs, we run a country, you think a child can grow up in that kind of environment? It would be disastrous for his social development! Even if it could, you still couldn't say, or do anything to change my mind!”
Jason shook his head, “Fine then. No sex tonight.”
Shadow paused, face flustered a light shade of red. His mouth dropped, then closed to frown in disapproval. He hesitated, trying to think of words to form together to win his lover back. Jason glared at him with a half smirk, knowing he had won. Shadow opened his mouth to object and raised his hand to point at him, but no words came out. He frowned yet again and sat back down and continued working on his papers while grumbling curse words. Shadow looked frustrated at those words and at the fact that he was defeated, but he didn't dare object anymore.
Jason turned to the Queen, “We'll take him.”
Queen Michelle nodded in acknowledgement and opened her right arm to gesture to Jason to approach the young boy, and he did so. Upon getting close to him, Jason placed his hand on the young boy's shoulder and bent his knees to be on his eye level. The boy seemed a bit shocked at the touch and to realize how close Jason was to him. It was obvious he was lost in his world of imagination when Queen Michelle, Shadow, and Jason were talking.
“How would you like to live with me and my partner?” Jason asked with a inviting smile.
The boy frowned in doubt and looked to Queen Michelle, whom smiled and nodded to the boy.
“Okay,” He shortly said, standing up and putting the nit-nacks back on the shelf, “Who is your partner?”
Jason turned his body and gestured to Shadow, who purposely didn't look and continued his mindless paperwork. He looked disappointed, due to the fact Shadow was angry.
“He looks mean.” The boy remarked.
“Yeah, he kinda is, but you get used to it,” Jason said with a smirk.
“Are you sure you love him?” The boy added with a frown.
“Of course I do,” Jason added, laughing. Queen Michelle smiled a bit at that comment while Finnegan poked Shadow in a joking manner. Shadow, who was not in the mood, purposely sent a jolt of burning energy into Finnegan. Cursing under his breathe, Finnegan jumped back in pain.
“Well okay,” the boy said, still doubtful. Jason stood up and offered his hand. The boy took it and they proceeded to walk to the doorway.
“Do you guys have toys at your house?” he asked as the two headed towards the entrance of the office.
“No, but we may buy you some,” Jason replied.
“Can I keep the ones I was playing with?” the young boy asked again.
“Of course,” Jason said in a soothing voice. The boy's face brightened in delight as he hurried back to the bookshelf and took the clay sculpture of a King and the painted stone snowman. He grouped both of them in one hand and ran back to Jason's side to take his hand again.
“Shadow, I'm going to be taking him back to the house. I know you have a day off, so I'm expecting you to come home today. Do you understand me?” Jason said before leaving the room. He didn't wait for a response.
Shadow waived his right hand a couple of times to show the acknowledgement he had to Jason's remark. Even though he wasn't really doing any work, for some reason, he couldn't look at him nor the child. Jason frowned, but shrugged off the lazy response. He guided the young boy out of the room. As they left, Jason asked him a question.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Seth, what's yours?”
“My name is Jason–the First Gentleman.” Jason responded and for one moment, he didn't mind having that title.
“Oh, that's cool. Do you like your job?” Seth asked with curiosity.
“Of course I do...” Jason answered and within moments, their voices became fainter and fainter as they continued their journey down the hallway. Finnegan quickly ran out to catch up with them, deciding to hang out with them.
“Shadow?” Queen Michelle said upon Jason and Seth being out of ear.
“Yes?” Shadow simply responded.
“A small fleet of ships landed just east of our coast, landing on a tiny peninsula. After scouts surveyed the area, they believe it is a continent with barely any habitants,” the Queen began, and Shadow's facial expression seemed glad to the topic not being about his stubbornness on the adoption.
“I'm thinking of setting up colonies in this new area,” The Queen said, which caught Shadow's attention.
“Parliament won't be happy with it, and neither will the people,” Shadow said.
“The problems in the past was caused by a close-minded old fool. My actions and policies to these new colonies will be fair and just, I assure you that,” Queen Michelle responded.
Shadow sighed and shrugged, “I guess I could bring it up in future congregations. Oh, and M'Lady?” Shadow began, putting his pen down and looking up to her.
“Yes?”
“Commander Melissa Malkovich came in earlier to threaten military against against the Confederation if we continue the assault on the rebels in the south. She has claimed that Torok would prefer if we release the territories in the south as a separate and sovereign country.”
Looking disappointed, the Queen closed her eyes and shook her head.
“Don't they know that's a violation of the Military Arms Act of 1967?”
“I'm sure they do.”
Sighing, the Queen added, “Alright. Would you mind informing Supreme Commander Winehouse to construct a military aggression force towards Lake Union?”
Supreme Commander Makayla Winehouse was the Head of State of the Military Authority; 3rd branch of the Auran Government. At age 26 she assumed the role after beating former Supreme Commander Charles McGovern. Serving two consecutive years, Supreme Commander Winehouse is considered the greatest military leader, thinker, and fighter on the continent. It was clear that she was born for war.
“Are you planning on an invasion?” Shadow asked with a frown.
“Oh heavens no. We'll just prepare a quick military strike and assassinate the leaders of Lake Union if they begin to physically support the rebels. We can't have anything threatening the integrity of the country, especially foreign intervention.” The Queen responded modest-like.
“You know, you're just like the rebels, right?” Shadow said with a curved smile.
Queen Michelle disregarded Shadow's sarcastic remark. “Just inform her, alright?”
Shadow nodded and wrote a little note on one of his papers.
“Good.” Queen Michelle said, and she began to walk out of the room. As she crossed the doorway, she turned her head and peered her left eye at Shadow.
“I'm sure raising young Seth won't be a problem.” She remarked with a harsh and witch-like tone.
“No, it won't be.” Shadow responded, his voice emotionless.
“Good. It would be a shame if something went wrong, wouldn't it?”
“Of course it would.” Shadow answered.
Nodding her head, the Queen was off.
Jason's eyes brightened up, while Shadow choked on his spit as he the thought of actually having a child. The young boy hesitated, but continued his self-arranged play time. The First Gentleman immediately turned to Shadow, eyes burning with hope.
“Can we plea-?” Jason began, but was completely and immediately cut off.
“No,” Shadow said with a harsh tone, “We're busy enough and I have no time raising a child to become the next King. It's ridiculous and pointless.”
Jason narrowed his eyes and folded his hands. “You're no fun,” he said and turned to Queen Michelle, “We'll take him.”
Shadow's face screwed up in frustration, dropping the pen to make eye contact with Queen Michelle, “No we won't. I just explained why-”
“Shut up Shadow, we're having a kid.” Jason said, fixating a honed look at him.
Shadow stood up in defiance, “No we're not!”
Jason narrowed his eyes and gave a special look to Shadow, “Yes we are. I've wanted one, I know you want one, what is stopping us?”
“I don't care, we don't have the time!” Shadow said, slamming his pen into the desk, “We have jobs, we run a country, you think a child can grow up in that kind of environment? It would be disastrous for his social development! Even if it could, you still couldn't say, or do anything to change my mind!”
Jason shook his head, “Fine then. No sex tonight.”
Shadow paused, face flustered a light shade of red. His mouth dropped, then closed to frown in disapproval. He hesitated, trying to think of words to form together to win his lover back. Jason glared at him with a half smirk, knowing he had won. Shadow opened his mouth to object and raised his hand to point at him, but no words came out. He frowned yet again and sat back down and continued working on his papers while grumbling curse words. Shadow looked frustrated at those words and at the fact that he was defeated, but he didn't dare object anymore.
Jason turned to the Queen, “We'll take him.”
Queen Michelle nodded in acknowledgement and opened her right arm to gesture to Jason to approach the young boy, and he did so. Upon getting close to him, Jason placed his hand on the young boy's shoulder and bent his knees to be on his eye level. The boy seemed a bit shocked at the touch and to realize how close Jason was to him. It was obvious he was lost in his world of imagination when Queen Michelle, Shadow, and Jason were talking.
“How would you like to live with me and my partner?” Jason asked with a inviting smile.
The boy frowned in doubt and looked to Queen Michelle, whom smiled and nodded to the boy.
“Okay,” He shortly said, standing up and putting the nit-nacks back on the shelf, “Who is your partner?”
Jason turned his body and gestured to Shadow, who purposely didn't look and continued his mindless paperwork. He looked disappointed, due to the fact Shadow was angry.
“He looks mean.” The boy remarked.
“Yeah, he kinda is, but you get used to it,” Jason said with a smirk.
“Are you sure you love him?” The boy added with a frown.
“Of course I do,” Jason added, laughing. Queen Michelle smiled a bit at that comment while Finnegan poked Shadow in a joking manner. Shadow, who was not in the mood, purposely sent a jolt of burning energy into Finnegan. Cursing under his breathe, Finnegan jumped back in pain.
“Well okay,” the boy said, still doubtful. Jason stood up and offered his hand. The boy took it and they proceeded to walk to the doorway.
“Do you guys have toys at your house?” he asked as the two headed towards the entrance of the office.
“No, but we may buy you some,” Jason replied.
“Can I keep the ones I was playing with?” the young boy asked again.
“Of course,” Jason said in a soothing voice. The boy's face brightened in delight as he hurried back to the bookshelf and took the clay sculpture of a King and the painted stone snowman. He grouped both of them in one hand and ran back to Jason's side to take his hand again.
“Shadow, I'm going to be taking him back to the house. I know you have a day off, so I'm expecting you to come home today. Do you understand me?” Jason said before leaving the room. He didn't wait for a response.
Shadow waived his right hand a couple of times to show the acknowledgement he had to Jason's remark. Even though he wasn't really doing any work, for some reason, he couldn't look at him nor the child. Jason frowned, but shrugged off the lazy response. He guided the young boy out of the room. As they left, Jason asked him a question.
“What is your name?”
“My name is Seth, what's yours?”
“My name is Jason–the First Gentleman.” Jason responded and for one moment, he didn't mind having that title.
“Oh, that's cool. Do you like your job?” Seth asked with curiosity.
“Of course I do...” Jason answered and within moments, their voices became fainter and fainter as they continued their journey down the hallway. Finnegan quickly ran out to catch up with them, deciding to hang out with them.
“Shadow?” Queen Michelle said upon Jason and Seth being out of ear.
“Yes?” Shadow simply responded.
“A small fleet of ships landed just east of our coast, landing on a tiny peninsula. After scouts surveyed the area, they believe it is a continent with barely any habitants,” the Queen began, and Shadow's facial expression seemed glad to the topic not being about his stubbornness on the adoption.
“I'm thinking of setting up colonies in this new area,” The Queen said, which caught Shadow's attention.
“Parliament won't be happy with it, and neither will the people,” Shadow said.
“The problems in the past was caused by a close-minded old fool. My actions and policies to these new colonies will be fair and just, I assure you that,” Queen Michelle responded.
Shadow sighed and shrugged, “I guess I could bring it up in future congregations. Oh, and M'Lady?” Shadow began, putting his pen down and looking up to her.
“Yes?”
“Commander Melissa Malkovich came in earlier to threaten military against against the Confederation if we continue the assault on the rebels in the south. She has claimed that Torok would prefer if we release the territories in the south as a separate and sovereign country.”
Looking disappointed, the Queen closed her eyes and shook her head.
“Don't they know that's a violation of the Military Arms Act of 1967?”
“I'm sure they do.”
Sighing, the Queen added, “Alright. Would you mind informing Supreme Commander Winehouse to construct a military aggression force towards Lake Union?”
Supreme Commander Makayla Winehouse was the Head of State of the Military Authority; 3rd branch of the Auran Government. At age 26 she assumed the role after beating former Supreme Commander Charles McGovern. Serving two consecutive years, Supreme Commander Winehouse is considered the greatest military leader, thinker, and fighter on the continent. It was clear that she was born for war.
“Are you planning on an invasion?” Shadow asked with a frown.
“Oh heavens no. We'll just prepare a quick military strike and assassinate the leaders of Lake Union if they begin to physically support the rebels. We can't have anything threatening the integrity of the country, especially foreign intervention.” The Queen responded modest-like.
“You know, you're just like the rebels, right?” Shadow said with a curved smile.
Queen Michelle disregarded Shadow's sarcastic remark. “Just inform her, alright?”
Shadow nodded and wrote a little note on one of his papers.
“Good.” Queen Michelle said, and she began to walk out of the room. As she crossed the doorway, she turned her head and peered her left eye at Shadow.
“I'm sure raising young Seth won't be a problem.” She remarked with a harsh and witch-like tone.
“No, it won't be.” Shadow responded, his voice emotionless.
“Good. It would be a shame if something went wrong, wouldn't it?”
“Of course it would.” Shadow answered.
Nodding her head, the Queen was off.
Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-3)
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