Entropy

WG| Chapter XX: Surprise Visit

Day 83

Netedinark warns anyone who praised the healer will be punished. The healer is still a mystery. If the Reveta figures out it was me, they will kill me right before Netedinark knows. I do my duties. There are no union meetings. I am wondering if the union is only a short-time deal or if I'm missing them. I never heard from Aeprhis or heard any rumours from any Teketa. I just keep doing my work as a soldier, knowing the more the days add up, the closer to being let go.

The longer I am staying here too, the longer I am getting paranoid about Netedinark finding out who I truly am. I keep my eyes forward as the Lord passes by, hoping he doesn't stop to talk to me. There is also my body adapting to the Teketa culture. I pray that Netedinark doesn't make an arse out of himself, then the war will never come. If he gives his citizens more independence, there will be less rebellion. Now everyone is following the code that if we stay in line and we won't get killed.

I patrol the second floor of the palace, axe in hand. The axe is bigger than me, but weighs like a ghost. The guards rotated recently. There is nothing to guard up here, only to be on guard. It's very peaceful. Guards tend to get too relaxed and wander around, pretending that they are busy or they joke around. Only the idiots will horse around and get heavily screamed at by a higher-ranking general. The military structure goes by this:

The Lord: Netedinark (Duh!)

Elder Admirals (Senior War Generals. The most intimidating soldier ever here in Teketa.)

Ofaka (Officers):

Maketa (Majors)

Caras (Captains)

Lutent (Leuitenant)

Saetes (Sargeants)

Retchas (Specialist)

Cubuta (Not-Newbies, the Private First Class. I am in this class.)

Grochas (Cadets).

The organisation of the military's structure keeps my mind occupied. Ilit struts by. She looks at me, she stares at me blankly. She stops and I stop too, rules do say to talk to the Queenetas if they want to talk to you. She has this gaze that she remembers from before.

"It's you," she says to me in a whisper.

Oh, crud. I made it so obvious. Why didn't I keep moving while she was silent? There are no officers on this floor to penalise me if I did.

"Yeah," I whisper back nervously, hoping no one notices.

"How can you heal and change your vibrations?" She asks.

"I just can," I shrug, "N- Lord was pretty mad." They don't say Netedinark; they say Lord first. Get it together, Nao.

"So you tried to fool me. You're one of a kind of Reveta," she compliments, "All Teketa are special to me. Revetas are rare, but you're rarer."

I can't help, but smile beneath my veil. "Thank you," I say.

"Who are you?"

"Kursa."

"Kursa? None of my children were named that, but they named themselves. Were you born by Natoko?"

"Yeah," I lied, "Been a while..."

"Honour to her and your soul, Kursa. Wanna chat in my room? It seems you can get a break."

"Uh, sure," I said hesitantly, "Will the others mind?"

"Oh, Kursa, a Queeneta can override an official's orders if they seem fit," she smiles and winks, "Even the Elder Admiral can't fight against it."

Queenetas are a class below the Lord himself in the social hierarchy and the racial hierarchy. Ilit must get more special treatment due to the fact that she is the only one alive, and she is making sure she can use it.