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Nathan Crowther

The world's problem is not animals or nature, on the contrary if the planet were made up only of them, many bad things would not exist, the only being, and the scum of all existence on earth is the human being, we have the greatest o privilege of thoughts, feelings, choices, intelligence and capacities to accomplish what we want, discover or invent things, it turns out that this intelligence and capacity becomes destructible when directed to the only motivations that make people to be scum, greed and pride. What does real life matter? We live such an idle life, so stagnant, so despicable, we are so dissatisfied with our lot, so weary of our existence! In reality I find myself tired of living this life that is available, but when I arrived here in Nigrum together with Ayla, we walked for five days in this part of the sector, where everyone's objective is to help people who have no options in life, yet, amid so much scum, if it is possible to exist beings that are different in several senses. I did a series of exercises with the beginner soldiers, in reality I am made of training, my father forced us to learn, however I became the best, the fight helps me to improve my mood, as well as relieves stress, with the time I learned to be a warrior; My father always said that if there was a war in Atlanta, I would be the leader, because Thomas doesn't have that ability. As soon as I finished my morning run, I entered the cafeteria sweaty and hungry, the white tank top was dripping with sweat as I moved, just like my body, Nigrum's tropical climate is extremely hot and humid, that's what makes me sound beyond normal, we stopped at a perfect line, when I gave orders for the soldiers to sit down, obeying immediately, everyone took their places, I walked towards Ayla, who was now staring at me, with a piece of cheese standing next to her lips, I showed a wide smile and then I stole the same taking mine, this movement made her blink several times and then she turned her face looking at the plate in front of her. ________ Who gave permission to steal my food? She-she Questioned now without looking at me. ________ And who gave you permission to keep drying my abdomen? I posed the question in a teasing, malicious tone, but Ayla let out an irritable sigh, then swore under her breath. ________ I wasn't drying anything ...-she If she shut up looking at the cheeses on the table. ________ It was not what it seemed to me. -By having a small glimpse of her face I noticed the blush on her cheeks and that made me realize how adorable she is. Our moment was interrupted when a soldier rushed into the cafeteria, he tried to speak and breathe at the same time, he seemed panicked, they handed him a glass of water, as soon as he took and recovered his breath he announced in a loud and clear tone. _________ The king... - Everyone looked at the soldier's face - He announced that starting today all sectors will do a "clean up" who is not considered good enough to stay in Atlanta, will be relocated to another country, where services are necessary, that is, these people are being sold... as slaves... we need to do something... Ayla, who until then had been calm, closed her fist, hitting the metal table that echoed through the room, drawing the attention of everyone there. I looked into her emerald green eyes and I could have sworn that I saw the desire for blood there. ________ This will not happen! - She announced, with so much confidence in her voice that I can't imagine where she got it from. _________ I guarantee this will not happen! - I said stealing everyone's attention there - I'll be returning to the capitol where my father must be signing his decisions, there I'll stop him, just trust my words... Everyone stared at me without much belief, I took a deep breath, Blacke at that moment got up from where he was sitting, walked steadily until he stopped in front of me, he watched me like a wolf analyzing his prey. _________ I don't believe you.. - My hands clenched at the same time, I found myself trying to control myself. _________ I'm not asking you to believe, I asked everyone here .. but I never addressed you directly, even because I don't need you to believe .. - I turned to Ayla who was staring at both of us - Come on Ayla, you will help me in the capitol.. She looked at me and then at Blacke, I grabbed her arm pulling her.. she started to walk however after two steps she stopped saying. __________ I can go alone.. - He passed in front of me walking heavily, I walked again, we were going to start something that in my eyes would be a war, because as soon as my feet touched the capitol, there would be two sides. My father's, along with the rich nobles, and mine, with those who are weak and need my interference at this moment, maybe a war starts, something cruel and painful, that's because it would be me against my father, fighting for the throne. Hours after our arrival in sector one, I was unable to speak with my father, the Palace was in a frenzy due to the banquet that would be offered to the nobles and heads of the sectors of Atlanta. The court toasts the end of the banquet, raising their glasses towards the royal table. Here they are: great lords and ladies trying to squeeze some favor out of my father. Soon I'll have to know how to identify each one of them, associate each one of them, although I won't remember anything tomorrow. It's boring at first, but I soon find myself curious to hear it. Lord Coleman the last to rise. When he does, silence fills the room. This man is respected even among the most powerful. Though his black costume is simple, sewn from plain silk, and he bears no great insignia or jewels, he exudes an undeniable air of power. I don't need Thomas to tell me anything to know that Lord Coleman heads the second highest sector and is a man to be feared above all others. _______ Anton Coleman - whispers Thomas. - Head of sector two. He owns and manages all the land in Atlanta's second most important sector. So he's not just noble. Its importance goes beyond the title. Anton's toast is short and to the point. ________ To my daughter - thunders in a strong, serious and firm voice. - The future chosen one for the Diamond Crown! Her eyes sweep the hall daring anyone to oppose him. Some look uncomfortable, irritated even, but raise their glasses like the others to salute her. _________ Good luck to her! The project to help our country with the economy was the best in years! - Comments my father raising the cup - We are still waiting for the other competitors, however, I believe we have a winner here in this phase! __________ Oh! Your majesty, my intention is just to help .. - She comments pretending to be embarrassed. When they are done, the Queen and King stand, both smiling at their guests. I get to my feet, followed by Thomas, Celine, and after a second of distraction, Ayla joins us, as do the other girls. The scraping of chairs across marble sounds like someone driving nails into stone. Thank heavens, my father and mother simply bow and walk down the few steps towards the head table exit. He finished. All surround a charged silence that dominates the environment. Curious, cunning and cruel faces watch us and behind every polite smile, a reminder: we're watching. Every pair of eyes studies me from head to toe, looking for flaws, shortcomings. I falter, but I cannot fall. I can't. Not now, not ever. My life simply depends on sustaining the illusion. As soon as everyone is dismissed, Celine walks towards me with a gaze fixed on mine, I feel that I am a target for her, as she approaches she bows and the gazes of the others land on both of us in expectation. _________ Your Highness. - I bow. - Did you like my project to reduce costs and increase savings? -She questioned now with a smug smile on her lips. _________ Actually.. - She winked tenderly - I hated it. - Everyone around us held their breath and she well, took her hand towards her chest offended. _________ Should I ask why..? Her pose got even more erect if that's possible. _________ Since when is dismissing people from their homes, and sending them abroad as cheap labor something to be admired? - I expressed myself with the usual seriousness. _________ Since these people have become a burden on our economy, they don't produce anything, they use our resources like hospitals and schools, however they don't add anything.. - Her voice was confident when defending her idea - The king thought it was brilliant! -She exclaimed her with exaltation. _________ I will be the future king, and in my vision, your idea .. - I approached her resting my cold gaze on her irises - It will never come true, I will give my all to be the next dismissed .. __________ Do you know who my father is? - She questioned in a threatening tone. __________ I know... and do you really think I fear him? - I showed a cold and calculating smile - He's the one who should fear me... __________ That's what we'll see, your highness.. - Without breaking her pose, Celine lifted her voluminous dress and left stomping across the marble floor, everyone was staring at me at that moment, however the suffocation passes when I leave the banquet behind, but the cameras they still follow me with their heavy eyes. Maybe it's a side effect of my "situation". I can be a target from now on. I have crazier and crazier thoughts, one scarier than the next. I can't contain a grimace. However what can I do? I'm back on my throne, I'm active again, and being a selfish king like my father was never my goal, now it's a matter of time for the real problems to arise and I'll be prepared for all of them, they can come!