𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧

Prologue

Long ago, the two nations of the planet 'Titan' lived together in unity. The necromancers, a nation of beings born with divine abilities. The people ranged from healers, psychics and shapeshifters. With the responsibility for the preservation of their comrades, the future of Titan's survival and the safety of the flora and fauna. This nation ensures that all life on the planet is prospering. Then there are the technomancers. What these people lack in supernatural capabilities, they make up for in exponential intelligence. For decades, the job of the technomancers was to create, upgrade and repair all of Titan's advancing technology.

Despite the differences between the two nations, the necromancers and technomancers worked together. They lived joyously alongside each other and overall treated each other as family. Unfortunately, things slowly began to take a turn for the worst. 'Morto', a name feared by many. Every night for twenty years, he would prey upon and kill hundreds of necromancers. The majority of necromancers were psychics and healers. This left them with a huge disadvantage in terms of their survival.

Year by year, the death count grew and so did the terror among the people. Many were looking for answers as to why this was tragedy was occurring. The remaining healers believed Morto was a demon sent from the dark realm. The very few psychics left found great difficulty in obtaining the identity of Morto. And the shapeshifters speculated that he was sent by one of the technomancers to decrease the necromancer population. So much chaos ensued and various conflicts emerged between the technomancers and necromancers. In the midst of all the pain and sorrow, one man, a shapeshifter by the name of Victor Morress offered to end the suffering for all necromancers as well as prove the innocence of the technomancers. He went on in pursuit of Morto. The night fell and the rose, Victor was nowhere to be found. A search party was sent out immediately to look for him. His body was recovered hours later in a dense forest. Very little is known of what happened that night. As the days followed and people were relieved to confirm that Morto's reign of terror had finally concluded. A brave man had saved us all. My father had saved us all.

The effects of Morto's massacre had finally calmed down for the most part. However, things did not revert to how they used to be. The nations grew distant, only coinciding with each other for work. What used a be one enormous family, was now a population split down the middle. No friendliness, no kind smiles. Just mundane work and overall survival.

Beep

Beep

"Facial recognition scan activated. Name, nation and subspecies acquired." Said a robotic voice as a beam protruded from its camera, frantically scanning my face.

"Mackenzie Morress, necromancer, subspecies: shapeshifter." I responded.

Scanning...

Scanning...

COMPLETE!

"Welcome back to Nature's Aid, Officer Morress."

The automatic doors slowly swung open. With a low sigh, I walked in.

My eyes were quickly reintroduced to the vast whites, silvers and faint blues of the walls and doors of the enormous vicinity. Nature's Aid was established when I was only four years old. An industry created by technomancers to help necromancers with their duties to Titan.

The healers were positioned in the medical wing. The shapeshifters worked security. And the psychics were positioned in the information's department.

I walked into my station and was immediately greeted by my good friend Anthony.

"Hey, Mack." He said in a chipper tone.

"Good morning, Tony." I replied with a smile.

"What is on the agenda today?"