You may call me Atticus. I was born on the day of December 13th. My birth had not been different than many others before me, but I had been created in a more technologically advanced environment. By the "logic" used in this land, this would make me a Techan by the day I first entered this world. My childhood hath not been much different, all others assuming I'm much more advanced and intelligent than them. I was better than some, but still, there were others who were above me. I was always told, because of my intelligence, I would live a life of prosperity. I am now 19 years old, living peacefully and working hard in my village of Lown-Toun. Ever since the death of my mother, my family has not been the same. My father grieved every day, and my brother, Percy, had not been leaving the home to be with his friends and acquaintances. I have been working at a minimum of three times as hard because of this situation. I always do what I need to do to make sure my family never suffers, but I do hope that the both of them go back to normal soon.
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Lown-Toun
Historical Fiction(pronounced "Lone-Town") Lown-Toun takes on the story of a Neo-Victorian, Arctic world divided by the use of steampunk-like technology. Two sides have emerged because of this situation; Techans, those who favor the technology, and Valhans, those who...
