Note by the author:
While I do not have a copyright, I would appreciate it if this story is not plagarised.
It is a small and original idea by me(if there is any parallel, I do not know of it). Also, as this is Copy-pasted from MS Word, there will be some errors. I hope the reader will excuse this. I am 15 years old and write as a hobby. This is a work in progress.
Enjoy
THE BOOK OF ELEMENTA
The first of the memoirs of the second Timekeeper
1/14/2013(start date)
Archit Kottapalli
THE BOOK OF ELEMENTA
CONTENTS
A ruined school day 4
The council of keepers 11
The Plan 19
I don't like Egypt 29
Captivity 36
A Messiah 44
The Price of Power 48
The Alí_theiascope 52
War, huh 60
What does this do? 65
All the wrong places, all the wrong reasons 69
The coup 74
Blind man's bluff 80
Doubly double crossed 89
The Book at last! 94
Another Day, Another Start 102
Another Break in 104
A LONG WAY TO GO 113
A RUINED SCHOOL DAY
T
he Napkin's School for the orphaned: The very utterance of the name creates in the mind an image of an old and boring schoolhouse, one that is falling to ruin.
The school, in truth was not that far from the truth, although the school was not that dull or boring. The institution recently got a paint job. The orphans were well taken care of. All facilities were provided. Let me describe this place in detail though, for I see you have certain doubts in mind.
The institution was established in 1967 by Mr. John Napkins (one of those people with funny names) who himself was an orphan. Being a millionaire and a person of kind heart, he wanted to help the poor children of the world. I will not reveal the whereabouts of this place it is the hiding place of them. The institution owns an area of 4 acres and is divided into 3 main blocks: one residential, one for practical sciences(the largest) and one for regular classes.
One might even say that the teachers here are excellent.
But this is where one would face stiff opposition from the students.
Our story begins with an orphan in this institution. A young boy of thirteen called Darian Darganan. He made his glorious entry into the institution one stormy night:
A woman by the name Helena Darganan had come to the institution one night... with a child. She said nothing save the fact that she knew she was going to die. She told the nurse to take care of her child. He was to be named Darian, and so he was named. The only thing she left Darian was a pen. It was his father's.
