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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-3)

Postby Shadowstar1922 » 25 Oct 2014, 11:59

Nudu wrote:
Shadowstar1922 wrote:Nudu, make it your own topic. xD

gosh..i wnted u to judge that..is that any good?? o.o

oooh.

i think it's an interesting story and I'd definitely read it.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-3)

Postby Nudu » 25 Oct 2014, 14:16

Shadowstar1922 wrote:
Nudu wrote:
Shadowstar1922 wrote:Nudu, make it your own topic. xD

gosh..i wnted u to judge that..is that any good?? o.o

oooh.

i think it's an interesting story and I'd definitely read it.


Thanx...hope you give me some real judgement u kn... i already made the topic
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-3)

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Chapter 4: Defender of the State

May 15th, 2013

In the deep mist of the dense forest of the South, quick footsteps could be barely heard as the one who made them scuttled across the semi-wet soil. The running woman wore a dark purple cape over her peasant-like purple shirt that was tucked into pants. Her cape stuck up like horns around her neck, and tied together at her throat with thin metal beads. Her cape bore a large black and white circle with a star connected at five equally distanced points. In the middle of the star there was an eye.This was the symbol of the Dark Magic clan.
The woman's run was fast paced with no hesitation or delay, her legs moving at amazing speeds. She jumped a ways into the air and landed hard, feet digging into the weak soil. Bending her knees, she swayed her arms down to her side with all fingers clenched except her index and middle finger. The tips of these fingers glowed a faint shade of purple and a dark circle scarred the soil below her. The circle connected into a star in the same fashion of the symbol of the Dark Magic clan. The symbol glowed and an amazing force propelled the woman high into the air. As she flew into the air, she accomplished a few front flips before her arms catching a tree branch. She caught it backwards and moved her body through the hoop her arms made. She hung there for a few moments before effortlessly climbing onto the tree branch.
Once there, she jumped to the nearest one and so on, decreasing the time she was spending on running. Within a few moments, she stopped at a rather large tree and slithered towards the tree itself. With two feet firmly in place on the tree's arms, she hid herself behind it and peered through the edges. There she saw what seemed to be a military camp with soldiers walking about in an almost lazy fashion. Poorly equipped, it was obvious it affiliated with the rebel army. In the middle, the flag of fascism hung on a large pole.



Divided in three separate sections vertically, the first and third were colored a deep and dark blue, the middle white with a hand opened; it's finger side-by-side. The thumb of the hand was bent in and it was colored dark. The black hand was used continent-wide for fascist groups and each one used it in their flag with a touch of patriotism depending on the country. In the Auran Confederation, blue was a proud symbol of the nation and the Auran fascist group had purposely changed it to a darker shade.
The woman narrowed her eyes is disgust and flipped her right hand to have the palm facing out. She opened her left eye wide and at the bottom of it, a dark purple line slowly yet majestically crawled out to color the paths it laid. It slithered to her neck and onto her shoulder, little branches or roots you could say, budding off at the ends. Though these separate paths swirled and curled quite a ways, they eventually stopped and the main one continued down to her opened hand. The design it left was quite beautiful. It looked like vines growing up against a house, but not as dense.
As the dark purple vines reached her wrist, it bubbled under and out of her skin, causing what seemed to be a dark opening. Out crawled little blobs that would float down and slightly expand. She released a couple more of her wrist and they playfully floated down onto the bark. But, as they touched the bark of the tree, they manifested into what Dark Mages called “splicers”. With just a head and little horns, they could race at tremendous speeds through solids. And that's exactly what the woman's splicers did. Ripping through the tree, the splicers ran down and onto the ground, making sharp turns towards the military camp. They left thin scars into the ground that looked just like the vines that crawled on the woman's face; they left the same swirled and curly marks into the ground.
Eight of them in total, they positioned themselves equally throughout the camp. The soldiers barely noticed it as the early dawn struck them with sleepiness and hindered them their mobility. They soon stopped moving completely and the trail they gave began to fade away. Waiting for the right time, the woman paused in ever-lasting patience. Her mind swirled with battle plans and strategies, thinking about how one woman could take out a whole military base. To be clear, this woman was powerful;she could easily do it. But, her orders were clear, it was to not make much noise, and to do it swiftly. Stealth and swift wasn't really her way of handling fights, it was usually brute force and overwhelming power. Orders are orders, are they not? The woman thought to herself.
The woman opened her left eye again this time, even wider and her sclera filled with dark purple energy shooting from her iris. A sadistic and creepy grin instantly appeared on her face as her left eye colored with her magic. At this response, the splicers exploded. Setting off large amounts of force, the splicers bursted with dark energy that left all that surrounded it burning with dark flames. Men and women positioned in the camp screamed, some from shock, and some from burning. The ones that were quick were cut off from the explosion. The woman then flipped her cape to the side to reveal two sword cases. Swiping them out with a sharp ring, she spun them in her hands before tightly clenching the grip. She spun around the tree and with her right leg, pushed herself off to fall into the camp. As she landed, she bent her legs again and the dark magic symbol appeared at a lifting angle. It propelled her forward with her head leaned forward, her arms held back, she uttered the simple word, “Die,” as she sped towards them.
The first in line had little time to scream when he saw the woman approach him. The woman spun in a half circle, positioning her swords the slice his torso in half in a diagonal fashion. A body struck with fear, the top half slowly slid off the bottom part before both parts fell to the ground with a disgusting thud. She continued her movement from the slice to the nearest soldier.
This soldier was somewhat prepared, and drew her sword but the woman was too fast; her left arm swayed up and cut off the soldier's hand with the sword. Her right hand dashed forward and pierced the soldier in the stomach. Digging it in deep, the woman's sword went in completely. She angled it so the soldier slid down to the guard. A curled smile grinning on her face, the woman pushed the dead soldier off of her sword.
A few more soldiers drew their swords and charged toward the woman. In response, the nearest one, she whipped her right sword at him. The blade pierced into his head and stopped quite aways. Attached to a thin strand of fabric connecting the sword to her wrist and enhanced with dark magic, the woman immediately ripped it back. In this movement, the other sword she held in her left hand she dropped(obviously attached to a strand of dark fabric). The woman gracefully spun, stretching her arms off and raising her feet to that of a ballerina. Angling the swords in a specific way, the incoming soldiers had their throats immediately slit from the fast paced rotation. Seconds past and the woman lowered the spinning swords.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-3)

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She threw up the attached threads on her wrist and the symbol of the Dark Magic clan appeared at her feet. It propelled her up and she did a little frontflip where she caught the thread holes onto her feet. She immediately accomplished the splits and continued the spinning. She landed back to the ground with her arms at an angle to match her body's rotation. Slowing the motion down a bit, she kept her perfect posture and kept the swords spinning; still connected by a simple thread from her feet. The woman's blades were quick to cut and rip the thighs of the nearby soldiers and some to their knees. The soldiers screamed in agony and pain as blood ripped out of their body and splattered onto the ground, mixing into the wet soil. As the soldiers fell from death, caused from both shock, pain, and blood loss, the woman completely stopped the spinning and lifted her legs up. Executing a hand-stand, her blades dangled from feet.
Leaning backwards, she motioned her body to do a cart-wheel. With a simple motion she stood up straight, only bending down to pick up her blades cautiously. Gripping them tightly, She peered through the fog of the military camp. It had grown oddly quiet, the only thing you could were the crackling of the fire still raging from the woman's splicer explosions. And then, a wisp.
A wisp, a soft rip through the wind and fog came a throwing knife heading directly to the woman's head. Her eyes widened as she just in time leaned to her left to avoid the danger. At the same time, she dropped her right hand blade and it began to spin vertically. Expanding her palm to better control the spinning blade, she immediately whipped it forward into where the throwing knife came from. Only seconds had passed until you could hear the scream of death from the thrower, and with that, the woman gave a slight smile.
Following the incident, the camp returned to silence again. The woman kept her stance, eyes widened to pay attention, ears prickled to detect any movement. Filled with disbelief, she turned her left foot and sent dark impulses into the ground. She then closed her left eye with a faint glow to the eyelid. The woman sent these impulses to detect other moving or living creatures in the area.
Unbelievable! The splicers killed that many? The woman thought to herself, I guess I can end this quickly.
Shaking her head, the woman whipped her remaining blade into the air. Snapping her fingers, the blade begun to spin fast, thin waves of dark flames erupting from it. The flames cleared the fog in a matter of moments to reveal just a few soldiers slowly creeping into the woman's position. A grin marking her face, the woman charged to the nearest one. The soldier pulled his gun and begun to fire, but the woman was too quick. At the same moment he pulled the trigger, the woman punched forward to erupt a humungous wave of dense dark flames into his way. The bullet was destroyed in the wave of flames and also the soldier. The remaining soldiers who seemed more confident, immediately charged to the woman. She responded with a couple punches and kicks of dark flames to them, but they surprisingly avoided it.
Eyes narrowed in nervousness, the woman eased the flames and waited for them to come closer. The first to strike was one with a sword who attempted to slash at her breast. The woman maneuvered her body to punch him in the stomach. She lead up with a few finger touches into the man, leaving small blobs of dark energy. Hopping back a bit, she clapped her hands and they exploded. The explosion sent him flying and he crashed into an upcoming soldier. The two fell, one smashed his head open on the hard fall to the ground and the other snapped his neck.
As the smoke cleared, the remaining two soldiers attempted to flank her, both with axes. The men raised their weapons and sent them crashing down. The woman leaned forward and angled her body to do a spin, the same spin she accomplished earlier with the swords attached to her feet. Thin but sharp waves of dark flames shot from the heels of her feet and only after a few spins did she roll forward. The flames had distracted the men and stalled their strike. The woman did a front-dive quite the distance and kneeled down, putting her head in between her knees.
The woman then placed her hands with palms wide and deep in the wet soil. On her palms swirled waves and waves of dark energy that bursted into the ground. The soldiers began to run towards her in attempt to behead her with the axes. She then turned her head to her left and peered from the edges of her black hair.. Her sclera once again colored in with dark purple and her sadistic and evil grin returned. The ground right below the men erupted with artificial hands and arms shooting at their faces at amazing speeds. Grasping onto their pitiful heads, they clenched with such force that you could hear their facial structure crack. Their skin tore and blood oozed from it.
Screaming in pain, they both uttered, “Please, have mercy!”
With a disgusted face, the woman stood up and faced them.
“Did you and your men have mercy when you raided and destroyed the Southern cities for 'supplies and resources'? Did you and your men have mercy when you raped our innocent men and innocent women to please your sexual desires and domination as a soldier who stood up against 'big government'? Did you and your men have mercy when you car-bombed and arterially striked universities, hospitals, elementary schools and nurseries to force the locals into supporting your warped agenda?” The woman yelled to them.
In response, the soldiers began to cry. Tears mixed with their streaming blood.
“I am Dorothy Elizabeth Hannover, 3rd ranked Commander of the Auran Armed Forces. What you have done to my country and my people is utterly disgusting and inhumane, and the actions you and your groups have engaged in, you have voluntarily stripped yourself of your basic rights the government you fight against gave you. On behalf of the Military Authority, the Electorate University, and most importantly the People of Aura, you are formally executed.”
And with that, the arms shocked them with dark lighting; energy erupting in and out of their bodies. Screaming in total agony did the soldiers shake violently in protest of the oncoming death. The skin of their faces ripped off and the muscles baked and bubbled under the intense force. Wondering dark magic ravished their arms and upper torso, running in and out and stabbing into their organs and tissue. Blood flew everywhere, staining the wet soil crimson. A minute had passed, and the artificial arms extended out and slammed their body into the ground, their baked and melted heads detached from the rest of their bodies. Pools of blood poured out of their broken neck.A silent moment passed as the Commander glared down the dead bodies.
Dorothy reached into her left pocket of her pants to take out what seemed to be a cellular device. Similar to a flip phone, she opened the top and pressed the top right button. It began to ring. Holding it to her ear, she waited until the phone picked up.
“Yes, what is it?” a voice answered, fuzzy from the bad reception.
“M'Lady, the first camp has been destroyed.” Dorothy answered.
“Good good,” the old woman replied, sounding a bit pleased, “Carry on with the expedition.” And with that, the call was cut off. Shaking her head, Dorothy proceeded to walk out of the camp and further south.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-4)

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Chapter 5: Reestablishing Pure Dominance

May 28th, 2013

A two weeks had passed since Shadow and Jason adopted Seth as their child. Instead of being taught by a private tutor and his parents, Seth was sent to public school to have a normal childhood. Commander Hannover continued her expedition into freeing territories along with other high Commanders in the Military Authority. Shadow's bill that sent rescue operations into the south to aid cities was passed by both the House and the Senate, along with a signature of the Commander of the Armed Forces, The First Gentleman, and Queen Michelle. Today, on May 28th, 2013, the Electorate University comes in congregation to speak on pressing matters. Queen Michelle and Prince Seth attend the meeting.



The large congregation room of the Electorate University began to fill in with Representatives, Senators, as well as Ambassadors of foreign countries. Organization activists were also allowed to send representatives of their campaign, and numerous radio and news outlets and talk shows also had their very own area to sit and record events. Though the activists were actually given seats and were given a voice, the press on the other hand were given the space against the walls to do their reporting.
The seats were arranged as an oval from the center-back of room where the Prime Minister and First Gentleman sit alongside the Queen. Seats formed as rings in the front were clear. On the left was the House of Representatives, and on the right was the Senate. In the very front were 5 seats from activist groups, such as the Men's Universal Suffrage Organization(MUSA).
Following the seats to fill in, the Royal Guard came in to line soldiers at the entrance and the space between the two sections of seats. Through the door came Queen Michelle holding Prince Seth's hand. Looking fancy in a black suit, young Seth was all cleaned up. A few Senators and Representatives clapped, as well as the activists and press. Following the small Royal Family, Prime Minister Shadow Akolite and First Gentleman Jason Akolite came in holding hands. Jason waved to the second small applause while Shadow had an emotionless expression on his face, giving no gratitude to Parliament, nor the press, nor the activists. Within minutes everyone took their seat.
People began to murmur to one another and radio hosts began to set up equipment to do their live stream of the congregation. During this time it was a custom to give a brief pause in governmental works in honor of the Grand Civil War back in the 40's-60's. Though Parliament and the others took this as a chance to prepare their presentations, the Prime Minister and Queen would fold their hands and look down and say a silent prayer and acknowledgement to those who have died. Shadow eventually opened his eyes and got up and grabbed a couple pieces of paper. He walked in front of his desk and over to the stand where there was a microphone to speak into. He tapped it a couple times to get people's attention.
Everyone flinched a bit, but continued their talking. Shadow glanced over to the radio people to know if they were done setting up equipment. A couple nodded, and Shadow nodded back. He then returned his glance to Parliament. Shuffling through his papers, he waited for the members to stop their chattering. Leaning into the microphone, he spoke.
“Excuse me? May we get onto proper business, if we can?” Shadow said, and his voice echoed throughout the room. Finally catching their attention, the members of Parliament looked down onto Shadow and waited in silence for him to speak again.
“Alrighty then. As many of you know, for the past couple of months the Military Authority has conducted a few naval expeditions into the east to map out the world and find more civilizations. Recently, we've discovered a tiny peninsula on what we believe to be a continent with reports indicating barely any inhabitants. Queen Michelle suggests colonization.”
Immediately, Parliament bursted in uproars and shouts of protest. Even the activist groups raised their voices, shaking their fists in disapproval. Jason shook his head and Shadow closed his eyes looking down.
“It'll start another civil war! Aura's colonial programs are inefficient,” A man yelled from the Representatives.
“Colonizing is a waste of time, you saw what happened decades ago!” A woman screeched.
“No no no! We are not doing colonies again!” A second woman yelled.
Queen Michelle shook her head in disappointment and stood up. She brushed her thick cloak and made her way to the stand. She somewhat pushed Shadow out of the way and placed both hands onto the stand.

“Listen here!” Her old voice rasped, “The colonial projects by King Daniel were poor, inefficient, and were barely managed. My policies will involve representation in the Government with a new Colonial Office acting as a second body of government. We'll send willing citizens and we'll treat them right. Federal rights and systems will be the same in all territories of the Confederation, province or not. Besides, these lands have needed resources we need to continue to expand our rapid economy. We'll be able to trade better and dominate economically. It will work!”
“How do you know that? How can we trust you?” A representative screeched. Murmurs of approval turned into yelling again.
“Quiet down!” Queen Michelle demanded.
Several moments passed, and Parliament relaxed the hostility. Whispering a few curse words, Queen Michelle returned to her seat. Shadow retook his spot and tapped on the microphone a bit.
“Now look here. Colonies might be one of the bright things we'll be doing during this bloody time in our country. Instead of attempting to hide away our mistakes in the past and never doing them again, we should be learning from them and fixing the system based off of what caused it. If we do it right, colonization will work and it will help this country.” Shadow said, his voice dominating all of the whispers between the seats, “Now, can I get some opinions from the political parties?”
On the representatives side, a woman raised her hand, and Shadow quickly called on her. This woman was Mary Winehouse, one of the main leaders in the Auran Liberal Party(ALP). Leaning into the microphone in front of her, she began.
“Though I am doubtful, I'm sure if we did more appropriate management of the colonies, we could succeed in expanding the Auran Confederation's economic activity at a peaceful way. I suggest we put a lot of money into this.” The statement was met with some agreements, but mostly disapproval. In response, a man in the Senate raised his hand and Shadow gestured to him to speak. He was Nathan Marshall, a leader in the Conservative Party of Aura(CPA). Tapping into the mic to check that it was on, he began to speak.
“How do we know these colonies will work? I don't see North Aura or Galetia trying to do this. This change seems oddly quick and it sounds like it'll cost way too much money. And to add, our history tells us that colonization was a poor choice, how can we do it again? Shouldn't we learn from our mistakes?”
Cheers were screamed at Senator Marshall's words, and he smiled a victorious grin. Raising his hand to gesture his thanks, he leaned back a bit in his chair.
An old man then tapped his mic, not waiting for Shadow's approval. His name was Anton Malkovich, the main leader of the Auran People's Party.
“I would agree with Representative Winehouse's initiatives. Colonization can be executed properly if we manage it's economy under direct government supervision until it is able to sustain itself. As long as we have efficient Viceroys in those areas and the territory is not administered by the Royal Family, I don't think we will have any problems. The reason why the Civil War broke out was that King Daniel purposely abused the Colonial Office and stole from the departments. If we create a separate self-governing entity, there will be no problem.”
By now Parliament was at a stall. From hearing both sides, members from all parties seemed confused about the issue.
“I would have to agree with Senator Malkovich and Representative Winehouse. These colonial activities will help with competition in the private sector, expanding the economy. We have to do it,” the leader of the National Fascist Party, Erin Fawn said.
“Yes, but what about costs? We're dealing with a civil war! We have no time to do this!” Senator Marshall retorted.
“We haven't even mobilized the military, Senator Marshall. The Civil War isn't costing that much. We can easily afford these colonial projects and I push for that we do.” A second member of the National Fascist Party, Edwin Carlos said.
“You fools! We are already number one on this continent in civil rights, the economy, and the military. Combing the rest of the continent, they come no where close to us. What more do we need to be?” Senator Marshall retorted.
“Number one in the world, Senator”, Shadow said, coming into the conversation, “How do we know there aren't any other civilizations out there who could be more powerful than us? We've had foreign countries from lands we have never even heard of, visit us. They could outrank us and eventually colonize us. We need to keep expanding the Confederation by any means possible, for the security of the nation.”
Shadow's words were met with murmurs and soft words of agreement. Feeling confident, he let out a slight smirk.
“If Parliament could vote on a piece of paper and pass them down to the front, please.” First Gentleman Jason Akolite said as he got up from his seat. He slowly walked to the far left edge of Parliament, waiting for the first column to bring down the pieces of paper. Moments had passed, and all the papers were collected. Jason handed them to an oncoming servant hurrying his way over. The servant took the papers and exited the room.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-4)

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“Now, next order of business may go underway,” Jason said before walking back to his seat.
Anton Malkovich rose from his seat and walked over to the podium where Shadow was. They both shook hands, and in that moment, the press took some pictures. Shadow smiled and walked back to his seat. Malkovich took some papers out of his fancy suit and placed them on the desk. Putting on his reading glasses, he shuffled the papers and began to read.
“An independent study done by the Auran Times has concluded that sexual assaults, forcing someone to have sex against their own will has become disgustingly popular. Men and women equally have been violated by predators, and even in marriage are partners abused and forced to conduct sexual desires against their will,” Malkovich looked up to Parliament and took his glasses off, “The Auran People's Party would like to issue legislation to deem rape illegal.”
Parliament immediately raised in protest, screaming, yelling, and cursing at Malkovich and his party. Communists and oddly socialists had pens and crumpled up pieces of paper thrown at them.
“You can't do that! Those who are raped are asking for it!” Senator Marshall yelled into the microphone, his voice drowning over the other members of Parliament, “The way they dress, it's all so clear! Besides, how could you deny a partner sex? They're just trying to victimi-” but the Senator was cut off.
His whole body froze for ten long and gruesome seconds as nearby members realized what happened to him. Mortified, they gasped and backed away. His body began to twitch in an inhumane manner. After beginning to shake violently, his head thrusted into the table repeatedly until his nose cracked twice, his lip was bit and blood streamed down his nostrils. His neck then enclaved, bones cracking as his throat collapsed. Queen Michelle rose from her seat, her left hand stretched wide with fingers twitching and veins expanding.
“How dare you say such foul words at the people who have suffered more than you can fathom! Under no circumstances is anyone subjugated to sex. We as a nation give our citizens free will, the right to choose, and that includes sexuality. If they don't want to have sex, they don't have to have sex! Men and women don't rape their comrades because of how they dress, or if they're asking for it, they rape because they can't keep it in their pants and lash their sexual frustration and illogical demand for domination against a vulnerable victim!” Queen Michelle screamed, her voice rasping. Parliament was shocked, some cried out in protest. Senator Marshall, on the other hand, was violently shaking as blood slowly pooled down from his mouth and nostrils and small cuts on his neck.
“You are a leader, Senator Marshall. You are the voice of your People; they trusted you to represent them, and you failed them. You come into this room with the opinion that it is okay for someone people to have their sovereign rights violated?”
Senator Marshall's left arm was bent backward at the elbow, numerous rips and stretching of the skin oozing light blood and exposing muscle.
“You come into this room, saying it's all right for someone to be mentally scarred far beyond empathy can bring?”
Following, his other arm was bent backwards too, this one to the extent of his arm attached from his elbow as his forearm hung only by a couple veins and a scrap of muscle connecting the two parts. Senator Marshall was thrown to the side and out into the walkway. His body seemed to be pushed down as the hanging piece of arm on his right limb ripped off at the thrust and rolled to the side. Regaining some independent movement after a short period of time, he began to twitch and shake towards the door. In response, Queen Michelle jerked her hand and slammed Senator Marshall's temple into the side of the table three time, causing a deep dent and a spurt of blood to shoot out, following with a rather calm stream of crimson liquid crawling out.
“And now, you try to escape? How pitiful are you? You don't deserve your power, your position, your influence in the Conservative Party. You, and all of Parliament should be disgraced in this vile act against humanity and to the People of Aura. We are suppose to set an example to the world that we are number one in everything! And you disgusting dogs ruin that by advocating for sexual assault, by being so outraged by an intelligent man like Malkovich who is trying to expand the rights the confederal government should provide!”
The last word of the Queen roared, and the grip she had on Senator Marshall was released. The man screamed the most painful, most pitiful and mercy-filled scream anyone had ever seen or heard. Members cried out in sorrow and empathy as Senator Marshall began to cough up blood as he collapsed to the ground, unable to maintain his pose where he was sitting back on his legs. Falling to all fours, he groaned in agony and in absolute pain as he pathetically crawled to nearby men and women for help, his crawl unbalanced due to the fact he only had one complete arm left.
“Please, c-comrade, help me! Y-you cannot ab-b-bandon my plea!” Senator Marshall moaned, blood dripping down from his ears, nose, mouth, and wound on the side of his head and mini waterfalls of blood dripped from his right arm. The life in his eyes seemed to slowly fade away into emotionless, brightless look as his “comrades” did nothing but stare at him in disgust.
“You see how your dear colleagues treat you? This is the same feeling when young men and young women are raped, the feeling they get when they turn to people they thought loved them for help, but they only get a look of disgust thrown in their face. A look of mindset telling them through mere body language that it was all their fault for getting raped, it was their fault for being violated!” Queen Michelle yelled at the helpless Senator. Tears had begun to pour down Senator Marshall's face as he began to fail at supporting himself on all fours. He fell to the ground and a small blood pool collected around him. His moans became more like whimpers and his breathing quickened. Stand-by medics rushed to help, but Queen Michelle raised her hand to stop them. Not even hesitating, did the medics fall back on the call and accepted Queen Michelle's order.
“H-how can you you do this to me?” Senator Marshall groaned as he attempted to crawl up to the nearby table. Failing, the pitiful creature collapsed a third time onto the ground.
“I want you to feel the pain. Feel the abandonment, realize how pathetic you are, and how much of a monster you have become for saying such awful words,” Queen Michelle said with a sadistic growl in her voice. She began to walk over to the Senator, walking up the steps to where he lay. In response, poor Senator Marshall looked back with distraught and puppy-dog eyes. Tears continued to stream down his face, mixing with the blood in an odd fashion. In response, Queen Michelle simply narrowed her eyes and frowned.
“Take. Him. Away.”
Senator Marshall's eyes grew wide with fear and he began to violently sob as the medics came by to carry him away, pleading to Queen Michelle to change her mind and to reconsider her decision. He moaned, groaned, whined, whimpered, coughed, and begged for her to change and open her heart up, but the Queen just looked with no remorse, no regret, no sympathy nor empathy as the medics slowly carried him away.
“To the rest of you, because of that ill-mannered, illogical, disgraceful protest, I am going to use my executive power as the Fair Queen of the Auran Confederation, to deem sexual assault and rape illegal. All those who commit rape, will be executed, by me.” After the final word, Queen Michelle slowly walked back to her high chair to wrap her hand around Prince Seth. She whispered to him, “If you want to be strong, be anything but these pathetic creatures.” Young Seth nodded slowly, his mind flowing with confusion and amazement.
Mummers and soft whispers immediately filled the air between members of Parliament. It had been a long time since Queen Michelle had became violent to the knowledge of the public. All had thought she had mellowed out and was just a cranky old woman who lost her sensibility. She rarely talked during past congregations and mindlessly signed paperworks. Parliament and the Press took this as her slowly dying, but this incident proved otherwise. Doubts, questions, concerns raced in the mind of the members of Parliament, as well as all who were in the room. People expressed mixed emotions; most were negative. But Queen Michelle just sat there, her body calming down, her eyes becoming dull and lifeless again. She was relaxing. No one else did, though. No one was able to relax after that; not for a long time.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-5)

Postby Rainshard » 02 Nov 2014, 13:07

I am genuinely excited for each new chapter. Good job Shadow.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-5)

Postby Shadowstar1922 » 02 Nov 2014, 18:23

Rainshard500 wrote:I am genuinely excited for each new chapter. Good job Shadow.

Thank you. I'm glad I can provide for the masses. :D
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-5)

Postby Shadowstar1922 » 08 Nov 2014, 15:55

Chapter 6: Like Father, Like Son

May 29h, 2013

“Society’s expectations have long been for the intellectual advancement of the youth, though they bring them to absurd standards that are almost counter intuitive. They demand creativity, but criticize those who come up with ideas that differ from that of the older generation.”
“They destroy the outliers and build them up with materials that Society deems acceptable. In the meantime, the idiots who govern pop culture label our youth, ‘young, curious caterpillars!’ as they smash those who are curious into tiny bits and throw away the dust with no hesitation.”
“And as time goes on, the leaders of pop culture look around in shock, and exclaim, ‘where did those beautiful, boisterous butterflies run off to?’ Sometimes it doesn’t even come to their attention that they’ve been dead for over twenty years. Lost souls, wisps of a life form that once teemed with independence,” Prime Minister Shadow Akolite said, the last sentences uttered in a hushed voice.
The leader of the masses was standing at the bed of a thick river, feet cautiously placed on the wet soil. He wore his thin purple robe, his hood over his head, and his hands hidden under his sleeves. Mr. Akolite was accompanied by his son, Prince Seth, who was sitting legs crossed on the ground a couple feet behind his father. Shadow continued with his enlightening lecture.
“And upon one’s analysis of society, and it’s cruel functions, two paths are given to you right on the spot! And as always, it’s a choice. One can take the path of being a majestic owl, whose wisdom and intelligence meets no other, and whose open mind cannot even begin to host competition! And, the other path,” Shadow said, his voice lowering, “ is the mindless, gullible sheep, that cares more about a celebrity’s family feud, or a singer’s pill addiction, than the corruption and oppression that the Government instills on the very people that give the establishment their beloved power. The choice is yours; the owl or the sheep.”
Prince Seth began to pick at the grass around him as his mind swirled in thought. Half of his mind occupied the thoughts of his father’s words, and the other half governed the child’s efforts into understanding the ducks that were currently swimming in the middle of the river.
“Which one are you, Daddy?” Prince Seth asked, his eyes staring at his father’s back.
“What?” Shadow said, caught off guard by his son’s question. He turned his head to look at Prince Seth.
“You know,” Prince Seth said, confidence brewing in his tone, “a sheep or a owl. Which one are you?”
A grin stretched across the Prime Minister’s face. He turned his vision back to the river. His eyes darted across the deep blue water with insects buzzing around and about. The sun was close to setting, causing the sky to be flustered in all shades of pink, orange, and purple. These lights reflected in Shadow’s pupils.
“Well, I’d like to think I’m an owl!” Shadow said with a laugh.
Prince Seth frowned at his father’s words. He switched his gaze back to the ducks playing in the water. They dived into the river frequently and almost every time they came back up, a fish was in their beak. Moments later, ducklings had swam over to the group of ducks. The ducks gathered in pairs of twos and would swim over to the small ducklings. One from each pair would tap ducklings on the head to then swim another one to tap. Once the tapping was finished, each pair of ducks would swim away with their ducklings following them. Seth glared at them in envy.
“What is Papa?” Prince Seth asked.
“Hmm?” Shadow said, glancing at his son.
“What is Papa?” Prince Seth asked again, this time with a stern voice.
Shadow looked back at his son and narrowed his eyes, “What do you mean?”
“You know what I mean!” Prince Seth said with a pout, “what animal is Papa?”
“Ah, yes!” Shadow said with a chuckle as Jason popped into his mind. The Prime Minister looked back at the river once more and slowly blinked.
“Why don’t you ask him yourself?” Shadow said with a sly grin.
“What? No!” Prince Seth said, frowning.
“Why not? Don’t you want your answer?”
“Yeah, but-”
“But what?” Shadow said, raising an eyebrow.
“Papa might think I’m weird.” Prince Seth said, fidgeting.
“Who cares?”
“Daddy!” Prince Seth exclaimed.
“Yes?”
“Augh!” Prince Seth slammed his fist into the ground and raised his legs to rest his elbows on them. He positioned his chin onto his arms and studied the river once more, scanning for the ducks. His eyes landed on them making their way down the river and past the horizon. As the last duckling wiggled itself over the river, Prince Seth narrowed his eyes.
“Where do they go?” Prince Seth asked.
“What?” Shadow said, glancing back at his son once again. His focus had been occupied on the fish swimming deep inside the river.
“The ducks. Where do they go?” Prince Seth repeated, stressing his question.
Shadow glanced down bed to see the blurs of fuzz balls floating on the river. He frowned at this.
“I don’t know.” He responded.
Prince Seth flustered. “What do you mean, you don’t know.”
“I don’t know.” Shadow restated.
“I want to go home,” Prince Seth demanded.
“Alright,”Shadow said with a silent sigh. He turned around and offered his hand. Prince Seth reluctantly took it and the two walked onto the dirt path that stretched throughout the hills of Central Aura. Prince Seth patted his bum to clean the grass and dirt that had clung there and clicked his fancy leather shoes to get the clumps of soil out of the indented lines. Father and Son, A Prince and his Watcher, a man and a boy, walked down the dirt road, steps matching one another. The two never spoke the entire walk home.





A crowd was gathered in the Tivoa Commons of the southern principality of Fergon(east-south Virginia). A mass of around two thousand held signs up depicting a man who was white skinned with short black hair. The man had bushy eyebrows with an intimidating jaw line. Around the age of fifty or so, the corner of his gray eyes were decorated with crows feat. A man of Providence, “Fasca” decorated the three-inch portraits of the corners of each sign of him.
Addressing the masses was the man himself on the right of a podium. A second man stood on the black podium. This man wore a robe depicting Earth Magic’s symbols in all forms. To put it simply, it was just a rock with a diamond in the middle. Proud of his magical powers, the old man had a stuck-out nose and fairly tanned skin. He was also old, but older than the man on the portraits. A fuzzy gray and brown beard decorated a majority of his face while two brown caterpillars sat atop his faded hazel eyes. On the left of him were two commanders of the Military Authority, and on the right of him were two commanders of the Rebel Army, though no tension was between them at all. They stood together in a way, their body language showed no resentment.
The crowd was surrounded by a mix of light blue uniformed men and women, representing the Military Authority, and dark blue uniformed men and women, representing the Rebel Army. Depending on which person you looked at, it was hard to tell who was better armed.
“It is time Fergon succeeded to fascism, Frederick.” The man on the right of the podium whispered, his eyes darting to and from the crowd.
“Do you really need my support? Your army practically surrounds Fergon.” Frederick responded in a deep hushed voice. He raised his hands to wave, greeting the masses with a nice smile. They cheered, holding their signs higher in pride.
“It is simply a matter of reality, Governor. You know as well as I do that the Military Authority has already assumed your allegiance to the New Order. Soon the Queen and the Shui will come for your assassination,” He whispered with a cunning tone to his voice.
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Re: Book: Philosophy (Preview, Chapters 1-5)

Postby Shadowstar1922 » 08 Nov 2014, 15:56

The Governor gasped. “I thought your brother could secure my safety!”
“You know as well as I do that we have not gotten along in the past years,” The man said calmly.
“But you-”
“But you assumed.”
Governor Frederick sighed.
“You can take her on if you want, if she does come here.” The man said.
“The witch hasn’t left that city in eighteen years, you think she’ll come here now?” Governor Frederick hissed.
“No, but the Shui will.”
“Malkovich, you dirty mut.” Governor Frederick said, narrowing his eyes.
“Besides, the people demand you succumb,” Malkovich leaned, his mouth almost brushing against his hair, “I don’t have a problem publically executing you.”
At that remark, a pebble from the ground was flicked all the way up to hit Malkovich’s forehead. Seconds passed and another one hit his left ear, then his right. Two hit his back head and a fifth struck his eye, flying past Governor Frederick’s head. The Governor smiled.
“You think I don’t go anywhere without the Di Qiu? I’m a senior of this government, you fool. I’ve gained the luxury of security.” Governor Frederick spat at the revolutionary leader.
Malkovich narrowed his eyes. “Just give your speech.”
Frederick turned to the crowd. He raised his hand and expanded his palms.
“May I get your attention, people of Tivoa?” The Governor asked, raising his voice to crush the murmurs of the crowd. In response, the people cheered.
“We have gathered here today to discuss the topic of the recent Fascist Uprising. As I am a verbal supporter myself, I cannot help but look at the Military Authority’s recent advancements only as an inevitable defeat of the New Order-”
Governor Frederick’s words were met with a fierce scream of defiance. Malkovich shook his head.
“I cannot help but look at this movement as just, ‘the spur of the moment’, a false cause to paint a man’s face into the textbooks,” Governor Frederick hissed, and he narrowed his eyes at Malkovich.
“Until I see some real victories and some real improvement with the New Order’s establishment, I will only permit that the Rebel Army may move through and from Fergon’s territory and only if the troops have an esteemed commanding officer. The ports are closed.”
It took two whole minutes for the crowd to calm down. Military Authority and Rebel Army soldiers all drew their weapons to prepare to crush and disperse the crowd if needed. Though it was close, the crowd calmed down. Malkvoich stepped forward.
“I should assure you, Governor, that the Rebel Army has executed a movement to hit the Capital District! A strong army, lead by the Sun’s Phantom will finally break the walls of the Royal City and assassinate the Queen, the Prime Minister, the First Gentleman, and the Supreme Commander all in one blow.” Malkovich said in a confident voice. He clenched his fist and raised it high. The crowd cheered once more.
“How many soldiers, Malkovich?” Governor Frederick inquired.
“Fifty-thousand strong and well equipped men and women loyal to the New Order, Governor.” Malkovich said calmly.
“Is she accompanied with that girl?” Governor Frederick asked, his eyebrow raised. Malkovich hesitated.
“You know as well as I do that if she is with her lover that she is disgracing the fascist family values and the military rules. How can I support a movement that is filled with hypocrisy?” The Governor said, the corner of his mouth curling. Half the crowd cheered, the other half boo’d.
“It is my opinion that in times of war we disband our values and focus on success and victory. The two women leading the army to the Royal City work well together and are extremely skilled fighters. Without one, the invasion would be a flop, no matter how much manpower is present.” Malkovich said, his words pushing their way through his clenched teeth. His fists were closed tight and his right eye twitched. Governor Frederick smiled.
“I will make you a deal, my good man. And a deal to the people of Tivoa and Fergon! Governor Frederick raised his hand once more and the people cheered for their beloved leader, “If you are able to break through the walls and occupy the city, then Fergon will be succeeded into the New Order.”
Malkovich narrowed his eyes while the crowd bursted in a universal uproar of approval. They chanted, “Down with the Queen! Down with the Prime Minister! Down with the Military Authority! Down with the Crown! Down with Monarchy! Down with Socialism!” It continued for what seemed to be a half an hour once Governor Frederick and Malkovich left for the Town Hall to further discuss.
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