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Chapter 1: The Idealist Government

For every effect, there is always an aftereffect. This is a realistic, scientific concept.

A new dawn has brought about fresh challenges for humankind. Over time, we have found a way to make our bodies evolve to be self-reliant and self-teaching. This is a time where food and water for survival sounds just as primitive as dinosaurs. An age where the phrase, “anything is possible” is quite literal.

The 23^rd century was when science began to prevail in breaking this limitation for humankind. We created an evolution enhancement, technological device that was able to make the mutation happen one hundred percent of the time. Our era has brought about what humanity believed to be closest to one of immortality; unless you are physically harmed by another equally advanced human capability, nothing else can hurt you. That includes gunshots to any part of our bodies or non-morph animal attacks, as we are now immune to most things.

The human era came to a point whereby the only way humans could kill one another is through their morph ability’s power, although one can use technological advantage to gain the upper hand.

However, unbeknown to mankind’s wildest dreams, we as a generation were not ready for the things our man-made, sped-up evolution brought to the table. I know I may

come out as babbling now but hear me out, you see.

The immortal era brings to light concepts of problems we did not realize could exist in our reality. I have lived long enough to know life is filled with beautiful concepts of brutality that blinds us from its reality.

Mankind has significantly and unnaturally stepped up its evolutionary process that spiraled out of control in terms of having the necessary means to keep our world a law- abiding one. We now live in a way by which many believe has always been; natural selection, where it is the survival of the fittest game.

Senil Tusflier sat on his diamond-bronzed throne of the coliseum in Mau, the capital city of the Maahes Kingdom as he watched the wrestling match between his two comrades

with delight; Madgar The Beast ran towards Lucil in order to grapple her and toss her with strength that earned him his by name. Lucil defended herself by shifting into her human shaped, lion-self midair so she could land and balance on her fours. Angry, Lucil roared as she turned back in her tall, well-exercised, human form and ran towards Madgar for the attack.

Senil leaned his body forward from his throne as he intensely enjoyed watching his first comrade begin a series of attack moves that were too fast to defend by his towering, beastly looking guard.

Lucil who was well known for her fast feet and rightfully so as she proved it once more when she used Madgar’s solid body as a stepping medium to lift herself high up so she could gather enough force to deliver a massive knee kick to The Beast’s forehead. Madgar could not help but fall to the ground. Many were present in the room, including the one who has steadily led the vast group

of the powerful race, Senil The One. He cheered for yet another win for Lucil The Commander.

At the far end of the community from where the thrill- thirsty Lion-Human races cheered for a more vicious spectacle, sat a much calmer group of the same community. Fathers, mothers, and mostly children alike were just as happy to be around The Storyteller. They all gather around Mack Lite, surrounding him as closely as permitted. The much older man sat patiently as many people formed a crowd around him.

“Hey Mack!” Shouted a young boy’s from within the crowd, “We are all here. Can we begin the story now?”

“Yeah…” Almost everyone present shouted and cheered in agreement.

Mack smiled at their reaction, “I am delighted you have all grown to like my stories. In truth, I have also grown to enjoy you all around me.” Mack The Storyteller, who was in

is old age at life, moved around in his electrical powered wheel chair.

“Would you like to hear a story about love?”

While most of the people cheered in agreement, some parties did not but were just as interested.

Mack Lite was popular for his delightful stories. He is, unofficially. the storyteller of Senil’s kingdom. Mack enjoyed telling his stories every evening but the town market was where most of the residents came to hear his tell of a new tale. Also, others who lived far away connected through several multi- media outlets to participate in what has now become the most efficient and successful way to reunite almost if not all the Lion- Human race at once. One of the many stories Mack Lite told was a story of how truelove wins: “Ready or not here is the tale. Once upon a time, there lived a man who had a very beautiful daughter.

The Daughter was so beautiful that most men say she was one of the few angels who survived the fall from heaven. The father of this girl was very happy because at the time, when the girl is mature enough, suitors from all over the world will come to ask for her hand in marriage.

They offered gifts of many kinds to the father. The father was confident he would become very wealthy for as of that moment, he was very poor.

When the time came for the man to give his daughter away, many people came as predicted to ask for the daughter’s hand in marriage. The father quickly became rich because of the numerous gifts that he had collected from the wealthy suitors.

The father was happy for the good luck and fortune that his daughter had brought to him. He decided he would choose three of the wealthiest men that had come to ask for his daughter’s hand in marriage, so that his daughter may choose the one she wants to marry.

All the while that the father of this amazingly beautiful girl was choosing what he thought was a right suitor for his daughter, the girl sat in a room. She was not happy about all the men that had come. She did not care for choosing the man she would be with for the rest of her life by the money he had but with her heart.

As she sat in her new room, for one of the suitors had bought her father a big house, one of the servants, who was also a gift from one of the suitors, came in to be of service. He was about to leave the room when he asked for the girl’s permission to speak freely.

The girl granted this permission and he said ‘I know that I do not have enough money to win your heart, but if I had the slightest possible chance to have you as mine, I will not dare to buy you from your father for you are worth more than the most precious stone the world has to offer.’ The girl fell in love with him and they ran away together to live happily ever after.”

The crowds were satisfied at yet another good story by The Storyteller.

Amongst the crowd now sat the well-groomed, bearded, six foot tall, heavily toned, muscled leader, Senil and others who had stopped their form of play to come listen to Mack tell his tale of delight…

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A child has been born without the portal through which magic comes through. In a place such as Sinterobe where necromancy is the only way of life, surviving may be futile.

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In a place far away, known by the name Sinterobe, the state of normality is to be born as beings of necromancy. Some of the more powerful beings of Sorcery proved their dominance to those who fell short of their sorcery strength by way of a portal, in which the gift of necromancy passes through. The portal of Kai.
Those who are of lesser power suffer the consequences of what their fate handed to them.
“This has not happened before,” Ino said as he addressed the citizens of Sinterobe. “If we let it stay, then it shall surely repeat itself. Let us rid ourselves of this vermin.”

“Two things ascertain ones failure in Sinterobe: born with a broken Kai or eventually getting a broken Kai. Until now, there has not been a recorded incident of a child born without the portal.”

As a master of manipulating fire, water, and a highly learned authority in the craft of wizardry, Ino was powerful enough to turn Sinterobe into dust if unchecked. Ino is a highly respected member, and well-known for his work at the empire’s University of Magmaveth.

“Let us keep the Vermin talk to a mute. The child is protected until this matter is settled appropriately,” Bantuli replied as got up. The room, called the Sinter room, was magically large enough to fit all of Sinterobe. As this was an event that has not happened before, almost every Sinterian citizen was present.

Bantuli has a gift of immortality. He was not the only one in Sinterobe gifted with living forever. However, the only one in which a cup of water from his hand, willingly and purposefully given, is capable of keeping anyone alive for decades at a time. That is to say, Bantuli was a significant member of the society, one that Ino is forced to be respect if he wanted to stay alive.

“You think your friends mediocre spell can stop my rage from consuming that entity if I so will it!?” Ino said angrily. Ino’s slim, rough-looking, but sophisticated appearance, together with is Kai’s strength, commanded fear and respect from most Sinterians. Rastabald and Bantuli were one of the few exceptions.

“Watch your tongue boy, or has your mind let you forget what happened the last time you tried to challenged me?” Bantuli commanded. “You will eventually need my help to stay alive.”

Bantuli reminded Ino of his mortal soul and why his words, and world, superseded him.

“If I ask and you don’t give, I will turn you and Sinterobe into ashes!” Ino yelled.

Spells were casted from every corner of the empire by the many citizens of Sinterobe towards Ino to show their disgust at his threat to the empire’s dearest “treasure”.

Spells with minimal damage were legal to cast without the need for official declaration. It was considered to be crucially important for the self-defense of Sinterobe. Ino braced it all and sent some back. All through the altercation, Bantuli was protected by everyone else.

“Enough!” Rastabald ordered, her voice booming to the far reaches of the massive room.

All of Sinterobe had mastered spells to hear and answer the call of the one with the gift of manipulating the time of anyone she is emotionally vested in.

“Unless, you want to make me angry,” Rastabald continued, “you will be quiet and do what Bantuli tells you.”

Rastabald is, undoubtedly, one of the most powerful in Sinterobe. The respect that came with being the sister to Maveth, the royal queen of Sinterobe, was enough to fear the blonde master necromancer. Unfortunately, Rastabald was mortal. She became one of the many who Bantuli needed to stay alive.

“Of course!” Ino replied fast and loud. “I am not surprised at your support for him this time. The word out is you put the child in her after she utterly refused sexual advances from you.”

Ino’s words, although they held no magic in them, was powerful enough to make the room, full with chatterboxes, feel empty from the silence that followed his comment.

“It is no secret that Bettllin is a woman that I have shown affection for over the years,” Rastabald spoke, as she walked towards Ino who stood his ground. “But as you are, personally, well aware of what I am capable of, you know that I cannot conjure up a child. Especially one without a Kai! So, I suggest you seal you mouth or I will not be as merciful this time around.”

“I do not have a problem officially delivering another canister of pain to your wounded ego,” Rastabald continued, as the

suns of Sinterobe darkened.

The first sound of panic was witnessed when a Sinterian rushed out of the room.

“Oh, old friend,” Ino replied, as the two powerful lords watched each other carefully. “I have truly learnt my lesson.”

Ino did the unexpected and walked out of the room without causing any further trouble. His somewhat mature action came as a surprise as he was the ‘always aggressive Ino’.

“Thank you, Rastabald,” Bantuli said. “The child will live.”

Bantuli, more than Rastabald, had proven once more that he was still in charge.

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“A child born without magical powers but, more importantly, born without a way to collect magic. One born without the portal of Kai is set to be doomed in a place where every breath drawn reeks of sorcery.”

It was in almost all Sinterians opinion that the child ‘saved’ by Bantuli was far from safe in Sinterobe.

“There may be a force to be reckoned with in the child,” Egre concluded, as he spoke to Rastabald.

“I do not see how that may be,” Rastabald replied, continuing as she walked towards Egre. “He was born without a portal. Two things almost secures one’s failure in Sinterobe. Born with a broken Kai or eventually get a broken Kai.”

Egre could not help himself as he always caught himself staring at Rastabald’s body, especially now as she walked while she spoke. She was in her typical outfit of long, slim-fitted trousers and a jacket atop a tight shirt that sat wonderfully with her tasteful curves.

“I cannot get enough of your wonderful natural gifts,” Egre said, smiling. The two were alone in Rastabald’s bedroom.

“Now is not the time,” Rastabald said. “I did not hire you for your good looks alone.”

“Yes, master Rasta,” Egre the transporter said playfully. “But the vessel, himself, is a form of energy; one that can be easily transferred as he has no Kai.”

“What are you saying?” Rastabald asked, to be sure her thoughts match with his.

Egre was a twelfth level wizard teleporter, the lowest level of wizardry in Sinterobe. He was able transport himself, or another entity, five times in one year.

However, Egre made up for his lack of major necromancy with the study, and effective mastery, of spells that were powerful enough to cause major significance. In terms of his brilliant mind, only a few of Sinterobe’s finest were on the same wave-length with him even though he is only of average height and build.

In a quest to survive, Egre offered his services to any high level magician that wanted to understand or know how to use an ‘almost impossible’ enchantment. His handsome and masculine features always helped him in the quest for survival. Egre always attributed his dark complexion to ‘basking in the suns of Sinterobe’.

Rastabald, the first degree necromancer of time, offered Egre protection in exchange for teaching her his brilliant ways of

studying the most difficult of spells to her exclusively. She enjoyed

the fact that most of the Spells were too powerful for Egre himself to use in its physical form.

“You could use the child for your quest of immortality Rasta,” Egre said. He watched as Rastabald’s slender body brightened in fiery ambition. Her face glowed at the thought of having an immortal soul. “You will, once again, be the architect of your youthful looks and strength.”

“I love your incredible mind,” Rastabald said as she placed Egre in a trance spell of pure ecstasy. She combined all the past times he had felt joy and made him feel it again. But this time, all at once. As Rastabald slowly began to undress, the ordinarily gentle loner savagely tore off his clothing to rush towards his lustful desire.

“Not so fast,” Rastabald said, smiling as she slowed down time enough to stop Egre’s motion.

She sensually undressed herself. Egre, who was still in a trance, enjoyed the pleasurably painful sight. He watched Rastabald slowly uncover her perfectly shaped bosoms. Then, to Egre’s pre-

orgasmic surprise, the master necromancer had quickened time enough to be completely bare.

Egre’s body could not help but quiver as Rastabald used her magic to walk towards him in a slow motion. As he could not move, Rastabald magically enhanced her strength to slam him flat on her vibrating carpet.

“Ahh,” Egre said pleasurably smiling.

Rastabald laid her curvaceous body atop Egre’s protrusion while her toned arms grabbed hold onto his strong ones.

“Now I will release you,” Rastabald whispered, as she gently kissed his ears. “Don’t hold back, love.”

Rastabald felt Egre responding to her voice in a solid, strong, and hardened way. It was the only right way at that moment.

“I like when you are in this state,” Rastabald said as she released Egre from her time spell. “You are always ready!”

Then she rode her sexually pent-up creation with a fast motion spell of her own. The two sweaty freaks of nature held onto anything possible in their glorious orgasmic escapade.

In a moment of pure ecstasy, the master necromancer manipulated time enough for them to reach a sexual climax together. It was a breathless room for a few seconds afterward. The two fell on each other as they laid passed out, after their steamy adventure.

“I love you,” Egre always managed to say. “I know,” She always replies.

“Still beautiful,” he whispered. Rastabald always enjoyed hearing that last bit.

She, also, always said their adventures were one of her extra ways of paying Egre, for his brilliant mind’s capacity. Given that Egre taught her most of the spells she had mastered and adding to her necromancy strength, she felt it was a deserving reward.

“Enjoy, my boy,” Rastabald said. “We have got work to do.

Already, I can feel my redemption at hand,” she whispered in a satiable manner.

Egre could hear the woman he had come to love perfectly clear but was too occupied in his euphoric state of mind to reply.

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