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dark_scorpio) wrote2011-09-26 11:40 am
dark_scorpio) wrote2011-09-26 11:40 am
Chapter 1 Draft (from Untitled Work #2)
Something is wrong with our society. The amount of power held by the few significantly outweighs the power held by the many. Additionally, the few suspend the many in a state of ignorance in order to maintain the skewed balance of power. The many stuck in blissful ignorance is unable to recognize the problem. Although some are able to break free from their ignorance, they are inevitably removed by the few in order to preserve the tyranny of the few.
This story begins with a young man of 19. He was born into a wealthy, stable lifestyle. He never had to worry about finances. Whether he would get to eat that day, whether he would have a roof over his head, or whether he was going to get sick and be unable to support his family. This boy had many opportunities that many people don’t. However, he wasn’t completely untalented. He was born with a superior sense of insight.
From the beginning he was privately educated and rarely given the opportunity to socialize outside of his family’s inner circle. He stood at 5’ 9” with dark hair that grew out a couples inches from his head. He was an average build with light brown eyes. He often wore a long-sleeved black under shirt with a dark green jacket and dark blue jeans.
Generally peaceful, the boy kept to himself. He was lacking in the social department and didn’t have many friends. He focused his studies to sociology and human interaction, people watching. Of course being taught privately, he had a skewed perspective on how others lived.
To accelerate his mental and physical development he was paired up with a rival. The two had classes together and despite being socially awkward, the boy was comfortable around his rival, although his rival was clearly superior in all aspects of the two boy’s studies. His rival, Gilford, was roughly the same height as him. However, Gilford had much longer hair that shined silver. His eyes were blue and he had a more toned body than the boy. Gilford often wore long-sleeved white shirts, with dark blue jeans. In addition, he always toted a dark red scarf. He was much more sociable and had the freedom to come and go as he pleased, where as Jace was stuck to the compound.
Today, the two were practicing hand gun marksmanship.
Gilford’s line of sight ran straight down the length of the gun. He focused on the crosshairs and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang the bullet cut through the air and pierced the center of the target down range. His shot was perfect, as always.
Jace raised his arm up, his eye focused on the crosshairs at the end of the gun. He pulled the trigger and with a bang the bullet sped forward, piercing the target just to the right of the center.
His general skill wasn’t affected from incompetency. He often drifted off and was uninterested in training or studying. He didn’t have the motivation to excel as Gilford seemed to. Of course, that was the primary reason Gilford was chosen as a rival. He was meant to push Jace to maximize his abilities.
“You’ll never kill your enemies like that.” Gilford said.
“I don’t have any enemies.” Jace replied.
“Sure you do! You’re part of one of the most powerful families in this nation. Any number of people would love to see you dead, or at least use you for ransom. It’s your duty to stay in top form for the sake of self-preservation.” Gilford went on, always lecturing Jace despite the two being the same age.
“Duty…” Jace said softly.
The two continued their practice.
As the practice came to a close, the two prepared for their academic studies. They left the training field and headed towards the compound. The dirt path from the training field to the compound winded up a hill. Along the dirt road were various types of trees and brush. The general landscape of the area was vast. The compound being the center had all forms of terrain reaching out in each direction. Different terrains were used for different purposes. Some were used with training while others were purely recreational. The land flourished with the exotic, no expense was spared.
As they continued up the hill the compound came into sight. The compound stood in the center of an empty field, three stories high. A large wall surrounded the entire compound. Half a mile out from the compound in all directions was the openings to the various terrains. As the hill leveled off the dirt path changed into pavement, which led straight to the front door of the compound.
The two walked into the compound and went to the left wing. They reached a room where an old man was waiting for them. The room lined with chairs and desks was used for academic studies. The old man stood six feet tall. His eyes were light brown, and his hair was white as snow.
“Good afternoon boys.” The old man said as the boys took their seats in front of him.
“Today we will be discussing some basic history and philosophical ideology. As you know, this area is home of many different kinds of terrain. However, not all places are as vast as this area. Many areas have only one type of terrain. Generally, each nation has their own terrain that makes them unique.”
The two boys listened as the man talked. Gilford was taking notes as usual, while Jace merely kept his eyes locked onto the man. The difference between the boys was as clear as night and day.
“This system of nations was designed out of necessity due to excessive violence between opposing forces. One person always feels their idea of what is right is superior to another persons. Ultimately the areas were divided and each person who had their own idea of how society should be was placed in charge of their own nation.” The teacher stated.
Gilford interjected. “Doesn’t it make sense that the strongest nation should just govern all other nations? The nation with the most power and knowledge should be in control of those who may not know which direction to go in life.”
“How would you determine which nation is the strongest?” The teacher suggested.
“The one whose logic and strength can’t be matched by any other.”
Jace sat and watched, as he always did. He thought to himself and reflected on the discussion without really putting anything on the table. Gilford was the one who liked to aggressive argue with the teacher or anyone for that matter. He had a much more dominant personality.
“Remember there are some people who, no matter how many times they lose, their own desires may not be quelled. How can anyone make another person see and accept their ideology peacefully? Many people blatantly refuse to consider any opposing idea. Question another person’s ideology and they get defensive. This is how many wars have started before. The only answer is to separate the opposing forces.” The teacher stated.
“Or, conquer them and subject them to the truth by force.” Gilford suggested.
This story begins with a young man of 19. He was born into a wealthy, stable lifestyle. He never had to worry about finances. Whether he would get to eat that day, whether he would have a roof over his head, or whether he was going to get sick and be unable to support his family. This boy had many opportunities that many people don’t. However, he wasn’t completely untalented. He was born with a superior sense of insight.
From the beginning he was privately educated and rarely given the opportunity to socialize outside of his family’s inner circle. He stood at 5’ 9” with dark hair that grew out a couples inches from his head. He was an average build with light brown eyes. He often wore a long-sleeved black under shirt with a dark green jacket and dark blue jeans.
Generally peaceful, the boy kept to himself. He was lacking in the social department and didn’t have many friends. He focused his studies to sociology and human interaction, people watching. Of course being taught privately, he had a skewed perspective on how others lived.
To accelerate his mental and physical development he was paired up with a rival. The two had classes together and despite being socially awkward, the boy was comfortable around his rival, although his rival was clearly superior in all aspects of the two boy’s studies. His rival, Gilford, was roughly the same height as him. However, Gilford had much longer hair that shined silver. His eyes were blue and he had a more toned body than the boy. Gilford often wore long-sleeved white shirts, with dark blue jeans. In addition, he always toted a dark red scarf. He was much more sociable and had the freedom to come and go as he pleased, where as Jace was stuck to the compound.
Today, the two were practicing hand gun marksmanship.
Gilford’s line of sight ran straight down the length of the gun. He focused on the crosshairs and pulled the trigger. With a loud bang the bullet cut through the air and pierced the center of the target down range. His shot was perfect, as always.
Jace raised his arm up, his eye focused on the crosshairs at the end of the gun. He pulled the trigger and with a bang the bullet sped forward, piercing the target just to the right of the center.
His general skill wasn’t affected from incompetency. He often drifted off and was uninterested in training or studying. He didn’t have the motivation to excel as Gilford seemed to. Of course, that was the primary reason Gilford was chosen as a rival. He was meant to push Jace to maximize his abilities.
“You’ll never kill your enemies like that.” Gilford said.
“I don’t have any enemies.” Jace replied.
“Sure you do! You’re part of one of the most powerful families in this nation. Any number of people would love to see you dead, or at least use you for ransom. It’s your duty to stay in top form for the sake of self-preservation.” Gilford went on, always lecturing Jace despite the two being the same age.
“Duty…” Jace said softly.
The two continued their practice.
As the practice came to a close, the two prepared for their academic studies. They left the training field and headed towards the compound. The dirt path from the training field to the compound winded up a hill. Along the dirt road were various types of trees and brush. The general landscape of the area was vast. The compound being the center had all forms of terrain reaching out in each direction. Different terrains were used for different purposes. Some were used with training while others were purely recreational. The land flourished with the exotic, no expense was spared.
As they continued up the hill the compound came into sight. The compound stood in the center of an empty field, three stories high. A large wall surrounded the entire compound. Half a mile out from the compound in all directions was the openings to the various terrains. As the hill leveled off the dirt path changed into pavement, which led straight to the front door of the compound.
The two walked into the compound and went to the left wing. They reached a room where an old man was waiting for them. The room lined with chairs and desks was used for academic studies. The old man stood six feet tall. His eyes were light brown, and his hair was white as snow.
“Good afternoon boys.” The old man said as the boys took their seats in front of him.
“Today we will be discussing some basic history and philosophical ideology. As you know, this area is home of many different kinds of terrain. However, not all places are as vast as this area. Many areas have only one type of terrain. Generally, each nation has their own terrain that makes them unique.”
The two boys listened as the man talked. Gilford was taking notes as usual, while Jace merely kept his eyes locked onto the man. The difference between the boys was as clear as night and day.
“This system of nations was designed out of necessity due to excessive violence between opposing forces. One person always feels their idea of what is right is superior to another persons. Ultimately the areas were divided and each person who had their own idea of how society should be was placed in charge of their own nation.” The teacher stated.
Gilford interjected. “Doesn’t it make sense that the strongest nation should just govern all other nations? The nation with the most power and knowledge should be in control of those who may not know which direction to go in life.”
“How would you determine which nation is the strongest?” The teacher suggested.
“The one whose logic and strength can’t be matched by any other.”
Jace sat and watched, as he always did. He thought to himself and reflected on the discussion without really putting anything on the table. Gilford was the one who liked to aggressive argue with the teacher or anyone for that matter. He had a much more dominant personality.
“Remember there are some people who, no matter how many times they lose, their own desires may not be quelled. How can anyone make another person see and accept their ideology peacefully? Many people blatantly refuse to consider any opposing idea. Question another person’s ideology and they get defensive. This is how many wars have started before. The only answer is to separate the opposing forces.” The teacher stated.
“Or, conquer them and subject them to the truth by force.” Gilford suggested.