The World Turned Upside Down

Regna Htaed

I am attempting to fix my latest invention, but nothing seems to be working. It must be successful soon, or else who knows what that stupid villain could try and pull. As I place the final piece, I say to myself, Please work...for the sake of the world, please work. It seems to be functioning for the most part, evaporating all of the living beings it can find, except me of course. I could never allow anything to destroy me. After all, I am a hero. My name is Regna Htaed, I come from a long line of the richest people in the kingdom of Ssengnihton, but I am the first of my bloodline to use our profits to try and save the—

"I SWEAR TO THE GODS AND GODDESSES OF THE UNDERWORLD!" I yell as my invention is destroyed with a small explosion. Ah, it must have been the engine overheating. Now what will I do in order to wipe out half of the kingdom's population? Oh, that may sound bad, I mean in order to get rid of the surplus. Therefore, destroying poverty in Ssengnihton, causing Ssengnihton to finally live up to the title that all other kingdoms already think it to be! See? I am clearly the one that should be favored. All of the wealthy of this time already know my plan and support me completely anyways. Who cares if the lower class is destroyed?

I go to collect more materials from my workbench, and I can see that the explosion may have been a little larger than I had previously thought it to be. The "little" explosion caused over a quarter of my amazing secret lair, also known as a cave, to be damaged and now the hole in the stone wall is so big that I could add another room. 

Now, back to the matter at hand, I'm trying to decide where I should set my materials down and begin building. There is a lot of space to choose from because the cave is the one place I decided to spend no money (I need to remain inconspicuous). All that furnishes my humble abode is a workbench right next to the cave entrance, a small bed neighboring the workbench, and a basket of my weekly rations at the foot of the bed. Other than that, there are only indents on the walls from where my inventions exploded, and stone. Lots and lots of stone.

I decide to go to the farthest corner of the cave and place all of my materials on the ground. I choose to continue my work on the evaporation ray, as I call it, and begin to figure out a system to efficiently keep the engine cooled down. All of the sudden, I hear the rustling of fabric and I see my skull-faced nemesis. Their black cloak hides the rest of their bones, and probably daggers, and at the thought of needing to find a new lair, I simply mutter, "Oh, tihs*"

A/N

*tihs was a common swear word in Ssengnihton

Hope you liked the first official chapter!

-Oliver M.