Generis

3. Hundreds of Years After

"Mehēa! Where in Generis is my coffee? I'm having a level ten migraine and—!"

"Coffee isn't going to help, Thea."
Mehēa mumbled, his orange cat ears perking upwards at her call as he walked into the main office, the largest one in the castle, and placed the steaming mug on the table, leaning against the wall. Much to his expectations, Thea didn't pay attention to this, her yellow hair fanning over her face. Only a few minutes later did she peek up from her writing and glance at the cup, then up at Mehēa, who was still waiting for her.

"Finally. Took you long enough."
She muttered, swiping the cup and bringing it to her lips. Mehēa took this opportunity to peek at what she was doing, but he looked away, anxious that he'd accidentally meet her cat-like glare again. An awkward silence passed as she tied up her hair, before Mehēa spoke up:

"Sooo, what are you doing this time?"

He was met with a fleeting moment of silence. Then Thea stopped and turned around slowly to stare at him.

"What have I told you about asking of my business, hm?"

"Oh— um— I—"

"What, or did you forget?"

"No— I just—"

"Need I remind you.?"

Silence. A long, thick silence.

"I thought as much."

Mehēa sighed, mumbling an apology, and left, closing the door. He didn't expect anything less, so why did he think today would be any different? She's good at this, he thought to himself, good at pretending to be a perfect, humble leader, but behind those castle gates she acts like- well- this. Then again, that's who she is. No one's perfect, he shrugged, and made his way along the corridor.

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Generis had long evolved after centuries. Thea had long been a favoured leader of the tribes of Rehïd for a good few years, and was a well loved spokeswoman for the people. The question of where she was from remained unanswered, the question of who her parents were was met with silence. But these were considered minor details in the wider scope of things; after all, many (if not everyone) trusted her to be in charge, and constantly followed her and listened to her like obedient, mindless dogs.

Which is just what she wanted.

Within these many years, a law had been passed, across all, or most tribes, that pretty much all regīi were to be found and killed until their ultima mors was revealed and they died forever. And when concerns were raised by the people and brought for discussion, she said this:

"The regīi are supposedly meant to be the gifted ones, but ever since there has been nothing but conflict, war, and hate. For several years, we have been subject to unfortunate circumstances and have never uprooted the big issue at hand. But, by implementing these laws that most of the other leaders have agreed to, these acts of hate will be cut at the roots, to further ensure peace and justice for future generations."

In other terms, when there was a spike in crime many years ago, the leader before Thea pointed their finger and laid the blame on these blessed descendants. How this leader had the exact same motives and beliefs as her is still a mystery, but people fell for it nonetheless.

And to anyone with sense, this should've been considered a fairly obvious hate speech against the people descended from the Leading Five. When Thea first was considered in charge, doubt had long arisen from the people whether this was morally just thing to do. But after that speech especially, everyone was so fawned by her words, by her delivery, that they roared with adornment before she had spoken her final words (like they always did). Even most of the other leaders that passed the law agreed nonetheless.