[C O M P L E T E D]
Finished on 1 Jan 2019
It is now the 22th Century and the year is 2112. Times are extremely different from the 21st Century. Now, the world is divided into only four continents- and Alara Berrera resides in Excidium.
In Excidium...
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ALARA
"What do you want most in your life?"
A most simple question for everyone but her.
For the things she wanted most in her life was her brother back. For her father to return to life. For her family to be returned to her again.
It was desperation, a desperation so deep and true that it had brought her here to this place- the Ascendancy Agency. If it wasn't out of her sheer desire and will to reunite her family, she would never have been in this wretched place in the beginning.
The Ascendancy Agency was a topic that warranted uproarious nightlife of rumours and notoriety. It was a topic that was as avoided as gossiping about her neighbours' illicit affairs in the small town of Mansory.
In the rare time where people actually discussed it, it was either to praise or to criticise the infamous Agency.
Perhaps it was because it was because there was so little known about it and the credibility the claims about it was lacking that it was so feared.
Alara was unsure when or how the superstition of the Grim Reaper finding you if you talked about the Agency openly came about, but she knew that people talked about it quietly for as long as she could remember.
However, some would actually talk about it in hushed tones while others would murmur tentatively about it with their heads bowed. The more courageous and less meek ones would daringly discuss it- in the tavern too, no less! Typically, the more common and infamous example of the rumours regarding the Ascendancy Agency were mainly about a potential employee having to kill a full-grown man to be accepted or that one had to prove one's self-worth in the interview to even be considered for a spot in this seemingly shady organisation.
Of course, they were merely rumours and could be groundless too.
The only reason why this was one of the more common topics in Excidium when one mentions jobs was because of one thing. Life in Excidium, especially for the poor, was a living hell.
To the townsfolk who lived in constant destitution, any able person will willingly accept any form of work as long as they could make ends meet for their family. As long as they were in the pink of health, people from all walks of life would stop at nothing in order to feed their families and get themselves basic necessities.
Usually, the youths would maintain their strange thinking that they deserved to be treated like Kings and Queens and were meant to be served rather than serve. This was especially true for teenagers in the upper and higher classes of Excidium, but one will never witness such unfilial attitude coming from the low-class. Why? The reason was simple as ABC.
Truth to be told, it was an extremely depressing and solemn reason too, as since the youths of the poor grew up seeing their parents live a life of toil and strife, they ended up becoming accustomed to it and would often readily help out with their aging parents' work.
