Prologue
On opening this book you will most probably be wondering ‘what’s this doing in my bag?’. In truth, you will have rented it or bought it, it doesn’t matter which, as long as you read it.
This is a story of my world and adventures, written after they have been completed, or as they are happening. In a way, you hold my entire life in your hands, almost from beginning to end, almost. There are many people in both of our worlds, though my world is your world, sort of. Don’t worry, you’ll understand, eventually.
You hold a treasure in print (I know that sounds conceited, but in a way it’s true.), an entire history of a world that you don’t know. This world is not very far from earth, in fact, you are probably standing, right now, where my story starts. In the muddled and confused city of my birth, Krion.
Of course you won’t know that it’s Krion as Krion will not be built yet, nor even imagined as possible. For what is history to me, is the future for you. It hasn’t happened yet, or it will very soon. Either way, you won’t know what I am talking about, not really. (I’m rambling aren’t I?) I’m talking to you from thousands of years to the future, for you. See this is how it all started, I guess. I was… no no, I’ll just start what I’m going to write and you will understand, I hope.
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There are some people in the world who think that they are gods gift to the universe, others say they are. Sometimes they can be right, and are halfway decent people, but mostly they are just moronic jerks. (Pardon my language). Decent, there’s a word you don’t hear very often now days, society doesn’t even know the meaning of the word.
Society today is very different to what you’re probably used to.
There are fourteen different orders or so;
The Scyree: they are the upper crust, the crème de la crème of society. They have money, food and living water (the water is pure, similar to rainwater). You know the Scyree because they are very, very clean. You’d call them obsessive-compulsive, see, if they touch anything outside their Citadel they must, must wash their hands or feet or whatever touched the ‘contaminated’ substance, at least four times before they can (or want to) enter their ‘pure’ zone.
They wear a pure white robe, that is pressed immaculately, perfectly even.
The Thandos: they are phobics, almost as bad as the Scyree, or worse than, it depends on your point of view. They are afraid of dirt, all dirt. See you have arachnophobia or claustrophobia, a fear of spiders or small places. These have dirtaphobia? A compulsive fear of dirt, a dislike even. Look at it this way, if they find even the merest speck of dust, the smallest grain of sand, they immediately take out a cleaning agent and a scrubbing brush. They then scour the area that was ‘dirty’ and all around it for at least 40cm in any direction. That’s just the ‘finder’, he (or she) then notifies a few others and they disinfect the entire room, scrubbing as they do so.
This faction wears light blue robes with lots of pockets (for the cleaning stuff). They live with the Scyree as cleaners and slightly less than peers.
The Bions: this order is fanatic about small (or large) animals, you name it, they love it. Say for example, you say ‘what about rats and vermin?’ They’ll say ‘rats and all vermin do a necessary job in our city and eco system, they….’ And then you’d get seriously bored as they explain why you need rats before they off and exterminate a few. I know it’s hypocritical but that’s their job, extermination. Well, technically, they are simply employed by the Scyree to keep ‘contamination’ down. Meaning; keep the animals out of sight. Cage them, destroy them but keep them out of sight. Except birds, god help you if you harm a bird, because nobody else will.
This order wears light red or faded clothes, sometimes they wear robes and other times they are wearing tight fitting stuff, well, tighter than a robe.
The Trigalones: nobody really knows what they do or how they act, as they spend most of their time up in a Tower, studying I think. With good reason as their orders’ colour is fluoro yellow, bright bright yellow. In a greyish city with duller colours or pale ones, they stand out like a sore thumb.
The Saross: these are the priests. I use that word for lack of any other, they are not the saintly men and women of your time, no, they believe and force everyone else to believe, that god demands a blood penalty every hour for the ‘sins’ of the lower orders. Ironically it is the lower orders that get to be ‘payment’, and who do they kill more than any other order? The Golomns of course. (I’ll get to them all in good time).
This order wear dull brown robes, the brownish crimson of dried blood. A really ugly order with really ugly clothes. I don’t like them very much (in case you haven’t noticed).
The Palerons: they are the Gatekeepers of the Law, Orderers of Chaos, Wielders of Justice, Protectors of the Peace (they only protect their own behinds). In short, they are the Lawyers and judges, police and whatnot. People are still getting sued or broken into (by the Henakh) so they have to have somebody to complain to. This order wears robes of red and black.
The Encrypters: they make and break security codes, literally. They get employed by a Saross to program their house (solar powered energy or something, all the houses and cities have electricity). So just for the fun of it, they make a new code, they get rather pleased with themselves over that and promptly brags to the rest of their order ‘nah nah, I made a new code, I bet you can’t crack it!’ and then send out coded instructions (of course) to every Encrypter.
I consider them to be glorified Henakh and therefore they wear a dull black colour. It could be said to be faded.
The Henakh: these are purely and simply the assassin order. Well, that and the rulers of the Underworld. Where would a city be without the hired killers, cutthroats and thieves? Ironically this is one of the best orders to belong to. If you kill someone you only have to point to your employer to get off the hook.
The members of this order wear black, form fitting clothes. Usually leather like substitute. This is to better blend with the shadows of the night I suppose.
The Breeders: they supply all the factions with new members. No biggie in the brains department they ‘perform’ in public for fun and/or on order. They are filthy, slovenly and offer themselves to anyone and anything. Let me put it this way, a dog could be your father as likely as a Saross. Go through the right places and you can find who (or what) fathered who. If a child was fanatically clean then it became a Scyree, even if it’s father was a Breeder or Golomn or worse. Blood doesn’t matter, temperament does.
This order wears stuff all, rags mostly that might, might cover the important bits.
The Lochomochs: these are the guards and soldiers. They make up the bulk of the army. They protect everyone above them and anyone who pays them to do so. Unfortunately, they aren’t too bright. You don’t need to be clever to follow orders. They wear uniforms and armour, or, very little if they are unimportant.
The Attarks: this is a rather peculiar order, they are polite in a lofty way, well, more civil to everyone than any of the other orders. They bow to very few and call no man ‘Master’, merely sir or ma’am. They are the only order to go outside Krions walls. The rest are too afraid of ‘contamination’ to do so, or merely don’t want to lose the safety of the walls. Mind you, the Breeders don’t have enough brains to be afraid.
This order wears whatever they consider to be ‘fashionable’ outside the walls of Krion. It’s mostly foolish styles with ten tonne of cloth.
The Namarons: these are the Servants of the People. They cook mostly, or keep businesses up to run Krion. You know, food shops, supply stores, entertainment buildings…you get the idea.
This order wears a light grey cloak with a silver sheen.
The Telemorions: they build and create. They are the carpenters, builders, plumbers, cobblers etc. the Namarons control the money side of things, they are the labour crew. But ironically, without the Telemorions they (the Namarons) and all of Krion would be stuffed. This order wears a dull brown to beige colours.
And finally, the Golomns: these are the underdogs and scapegoats of society, they fawn over anyone and everyone. Born bootlickers, literally.
This order wears the cast offs of the other orders.
There you have it, fourteen orders, all identified and classified in the correct order (or there abouts. It changes from time to time.). Now I know what you’re thinking, which one do I belong to? Answer; none. I’m too bright to be a breeder; too arrogant to be a Golomn, not number orientated, so there goes the Namarons. Not strong enough or building wise for the Telemorions (if I build a chair it’ll probably fall apart as soon as you try to sit on it.), not cruel enough for the Saross, nor heartless- bye bye Henakh. Not a neat freak nor ceremonial- see ya later Lochomoch, Thandos and Scyree. Not fanatical about animals (if it dies, so what?), no coding skills, no head for the many Laws and Sub-laws, amendments, divisions and sections, rules, recommendations and guidelines. Nor could I be civil to a Saross or Golomn if my life depended on it. That leaves the Trigalones. No I am not one of them. They looked at me and said all at once, unanimously I think the word is, “She is not us.” Seriously creepy, forty-eight odd people saying the same thing at the same time? Weird.
So Krion has a problem, what to do with me? Nobody would take me and I could not tell one end of a blue print from the other. So in the end they just let me do as I pleased. I’ve collected some fairly good assassination skills, an okay head for numbers and I can connect with animals.
With my civility, look at it this way, the Golomns get my contempt, the Breeders my disgust, I would happily kill the Saross and the rest could go jump off a cliff for all I care.
Sorry for it being so long...I'm a novellist, not a short story writer. When I'm not being poetic that is. XD
