Alden drove to the house that Nana owned. It was a two-story house that had a small living room, a dining room, and one bathroom each floor. It had a small garden outside. It looked well-kept despite being unused most of the time. He unlocked the gate, entered, and unlocked the front door with the keys that came with the car keys.
Alden saw Melia talking on her beeper phone. After her conversation with the phone.
She pocketed her beeper phone, and walked to Alden.
“Who’s that?”
“Thomas, said that he has work going.”
“Strange, you don’t think he’s in trouble, right?”
“No, I don’t think he is. But he is a magiborne, so he might be in trouble for being one. Besides, hate me or not, but Thomas...he isn’t exactly easy to trust.”
“Nana does trust him.”
“Nana trusts people based on her intuition. She might be a softie now, but she still had a decent job as an investigator during her time in the army. I didn’t want to say anything bad that others might hear, but forgive me if I want to keep my kids safe.”
“I understand,” Alden calmed her down. Alden took her inside the house where they started cleaning the living room. Alden noticed that the television in Nana's house was better than the one in the orphanage.
“Why aren’t we taking this in the orphanage?”
“The kids don’t need more reasons for them to enjoy TV more than ever. Better to keep that thing than this.”
Alden agreed. He took the dustpan and the broom from the kitchen and started cleaning from kitchen to living room. As he cleaned the living room, he let Melia do the second floor. It was a rather silent neighborhood, so he tuned in to the news where there was a live broadcast of the summit.
Melia walked down. She carried laundry in the basket and placed them inside the first floor’s bathroom which was larger than the bathroom on the second floor.
Melia locked the bathroom, and trotted to the living room where she raised a brow at the television that was showing the summit where leaders and heavily influential people gathered.
It was a strange summit where even a business person was allowed to partake in. They were here to discuss the movements to the east, the signed treaties, and questions to the manufacturers who were invited to be questioned about their practices.
Ten minutes and it was already a shitshow of illogical discussions and arguments. Melia leaned back on the couch. Alden passed by, dusted the carpet, and threw the dust out of the room. He noticed that some of the potted plants and scutch grass were starting to wither. There was a faucet on the left side of the house with a hose plugged to it. He poured water all over the garden until the smell of wet plants entered his nostrils.
After watering the plants, he noticed that the commotion in the television had simmered down. The meditator had somewhat calmed the people in the summit.
“You’d think that they’d be calmer for supposed leaders.”
Melia looked over her shoulder, giving Alden a glance. “It has been quite an issue that they wanted to fix. If anything, them deciding to finally meet the manufacturers and heads of the company providing sponsors for the current issue is a big step up compared to the idiocy that they were going through in the past couple of months.”
Alden sat down on the armrest of the couch. Melia was leaned on the left side of the couch, her feet occupying most of the couch. Alden had noticed that she was rather uncaring, as if she could breathe properly in this place more than in the orphanage where she strived to become the big sister of all the kids.
“So what are they on about?” Alden asked. He had no clue about this because he hadn’t read a newspaper or even dared to take the TV and told the kids in the orphanage to go away while he watches entertainment shows. The kids would have gone berserk not knowing what happened to their favorite cartoon show in the morning and the afternoon.
“It looks like they are discussing whether Holmia, and the League will continue their crusade on the Easternside of the world. Most of the demikins have already been pushed back by the allied forces, and the scorched-earth policies that they went through had made the demikin afraid of what may happen.
“Some of the theorists wanted to employ dialogue. But they have zero trust over our kind, and that is assuming that the demikin they operated on would be enough to form a connection..”
“They can speak?”
“Only some of the demikin could speak. The rest of them talk through beats and clicks of sounds. How they are able to produce weapons, and create a civilization is alien to us, but it could be because what we hear from them is not the usual lingua franca, and thus we think that it is alien because we don’t understand them.”
“I see. Even if we have problems with the color of our skin...now a sentient race that cannot even initiate a dialogue with us, then that’s a problem.”
“We haven’t had a second global war because most of our attention was focused on the non-human races that decided to invade the Easternside of the world. Now that we are winning, and are on the brink of succeeding. These people want the rights to mine and harvest any resources that they could find. Everyone’s just posturing who gets to be the kinder individual in the room. Besides, the real show should begin once Lady Ziba enters the room.”
“Lady Ziba?”
“Just watch, and you better not drool when you see her. She’s...just something else. Even as a woman, I can begrudgingly admit that she’s a goddess and a role model to everyone.”
“That so?”
Alden leaned forward, waiting for this Lady Ziba to appear. It was then that the camera was panned to the corner of the room.
Why was this Lady appearing only this late into the discussion? Alden thought.
Backlit by the sun, her figure was like a statue honoring womanly perfection. Every curve and muscle shown by her dress was perfectly accented by the lighting, her long and silky platinum blonde hair dancing in the breeze.
The sight of this powerful yet feminine figure adorned with a soft-looking trench coat and business suit made her confident stride even more powerful when she glided her powerful hands on the banister.
The powerful red-eyed stare of this Lady silenced everyone to obedience. It was like a Queen had decided and made her presence known upon this rabble.
She commanded aura and exuded authority that if one hadn’t been looking at her. They would have noticed the other that came with her.
Two women in business suits and pencil skirts strode just a step behind the woman they called Lady Ziba. When the Lady reached the empty seas waiting for them, she raised her head and commanded naturally.
“You may proceed with your arguing,” she smiled beatifically, as if reminding the whole summit of their previous arguments. It made them feel ashamed, and they became meek children in front of Lady De Ziba.
“She knows how to make a presence,” Alden commented, leaning back.
Melia looked at him oddly. “That’s all you could say?”
Alden’s brow raised at her perplexed expression. “I mean she is pretty and gorgeous. Tall as well, so yeah, I can understand why you want her perfect figure and beauty.”
“You have no taste,” Melia said harshly. “Ah, you must have hit your head harshly to the point that you can’t have good eyesight, poor you.”
Alden shrugged. Although he could understand why she could gather presence and authority by her looks alone. Alden thought that maybe because he had been dulled or that Melia had seen this Lady closer that’s why she was enamored and attracted to her.
“You must really idolize her, huh.”
“How could I not? If the Lady ever decided to retire her business career, and go into show business, then oh boy, you would have the entertainment industry explode! She’s the most prolific, smartest, wealthiest, and the most beautiful woman on this damn planet, Alden Fals.”
“Whoa, calm down, fan girl. Geez, are all her admirers as rabid as you?”
“Only personally. Besides, I love our Lady because she is such a faithful woman. It was said that she got married early like her mother, but unfortunate accidents led to her sharing a fate with her mother and she became a widow...our poor lady Ziba has a hard life!”
Alden had never seen this side of Melia. But seeing how she admired the Lady, who was he to mock her for it? Not that Alden couldn’t understand the feeling, seeing how pretty and admirable she seemed to be.
Not that I’d matter to me, Alden thought sincerely. Melia continued preaching the greatness of the Lady, while her other eye was glued to the television.
Alden watched the summit with a dull interest. It was actually amazing to him how they went from rough and ill-tempered discussion into a calm, collected, and polite discussion on whether they should continue to exploit the Easternside of the world using the cause of ‘pacification of the non-human race’ as an excuse.
Of course it was not what they all said in the discussion. Alden thought that although they intended to wipe out the demikin race for the sake of continuous existence of the human race despite most of them already wiped out into a single island nation.
One of the summit attendees reasoned. “The non-human that inhabits the Easternside of the world will continue to exist. Their population balloons within a single year and only through constant pruning that we had thinned their massive numbers within the years. If we had not prevented them from learning gunpowder, and had allowed them to create their monstrous devices….we would have been on the opposite side of the slaughter.
“I do not intend to suggest this unless there is a need for it. But the human race must not hesitate to do what the Lazonians had done back when the invasive species, the lower, and lesser sub-race of the demikins, the demifiends were wiped out, and domesticated.
“We must not hesitate to wipe them out. To show them mercy when we had dastardly violated their right to exist and scorched their very land is nothing more than hesitation. If we intend to finish this task that we have hesitatingly accepted years ago, then we must see it to the end.”
The man turned towards the Lady. “The Lady should have contacts, and have heard some of their wisdom on what may happen if we continue to test the weapons on their doorsteps.”
“Not to mention that recent probes had discovered that these invaded species may have originally come from one of our moons.
“The Kismet.”
The man showed an image of the moon orbiting the mother planet. It had an atmosphere and had quite a bioluminescent glow.
How it went from the concern of the resource gathering, the political mess of the Easternside, and then to the genocide of the non-human race, and to how they showed concern that there may be more of the demikins in the very moon above the planet made Alden asked in his head what was the agenda of this summit?
Was it the concern for the genocide of an entire race?
Was it how the Allied Forces were occupying the Easternside and trying to occupy it to gather resources? Or that someone was planning to go to the goddamn moon so that they could check if there were more demikins to be concerned about?
Alden had stopped thinking. He just couldn't understand how this one who was supporting the genocide of an entire race had started talking about going to the moon.
Perhaps he's trying to distract everyone from the real problem? Alden thought.
Alden was about to think about it when he suddenly leaned back and just watched dully once more. It’s not like I will ever be part of this farce. It’s...not my problem, I think.
Alden drove to the house that Nana owned. It was a two-story house that had a small living room, a dining room, and one bathroom each floor. It had a small garden outside. It looked well-kept despite being unused most of the time. He unlocked the gate, entered, and unlocked the front door with the keys that came with the car keys.
Alden saw Melia talking on her beeper phone. After her conversation with the phone.
She pocketed her beeper phone, and walked to Alden.
“Who’s that?”
“Thomas, said that he has work going.”
“Strange, you don’t think he’s in trouble, right?”
“No, I don’t think he is. But he is a magiborne, so he might be in trouble for being one. Besides, hate me or not, but Thomas...he isn’t exactly easy to trust.”
“Nana does trust him.”
“Nana trusts people based on her intuition. She might be a softie now, but she still had a decent job as an investigator during her time in the army. I didn’t want to say anything bad that others might hear, but forgive me if I want to keep my kids safe.”
“I understand,” Alden calmed her down. Alden took her inside the house where they started cleaning the living room. Alden noticed that the television in Nana's house was better than the one in the orphanage.
“Why aren’t we taking this in the orphanage?”
“The kids don’t need more reasons for them to enjoy TV more than ever. Better to keep that thing than this.”
Alden agreed. He took the dustpan and the broom from the kitchen and started cleaning from kitchen to living room. As he cleaned the living room, he let Melia do the second floor. It was a rather silent neighborhood, so he tuned in to the news where there was a live broadcast of the summit.
Melia walked down. She carried laundry in the basket and placed them inside the first floor’s bathroom which was larger than the bathroom on the second floor.
Melia locked the bathroom, and trotted to the living room where she raised a brow at the television that was showing the summit where leaders and heavily influential people gathered.
It was a strange summit where even a business person was allowed to partake in. They were here to discuss the movements to the east, the signed treaties, and questions to the manufacturers who were invited to be questioned about their practices.
Ten minutes and it was already a shitshow of illogical discussions and arguments. Melia leaned back on the couch. Alden passed by, dusted the carpet, and threw the dust out of the room. He noticed that some of the potted plants and scutch grass were starting to wither. There was a faucet on the left side of the house with a hose plugged to it. He poured water all over the garden until the smell of wet plants entered his nostrils.
After watering the plants, he noticed that the commotion in the television had simmered down. The meditator had somewhat calmed the people in the summit.
“You’d think that they’d be calmer for supposed leaders.”
Melia looked over her shoulder, giving Alden a glance. “It has been quite an issue that they wanted to fix. If anything, them deciding to finally meet the manufacturers and heads of the company providing sponsors for the current issue is a big step up compared to the idiocy that they were going through in the past couple of months.”
Alden sat down on the armrest of the couch. Melia was leaned on the left side of the couch, her feet occupying most of the couch. Alden had noticed that she was rather uncaring, as if she could breathe properly in this place more than in the orphanage where she strived to become the big sister of all the kids.
“So what are they on about?” Alden asked. He had no clue about this because he hadn’t read a newspaper or even dared to take the TV and told the kids in the orphanage to go away while he watches entertainment shows. The kids would have gone berserk not knowing what happened to their favorite cartoon show in the morning and the afternoon.
“It looks like they are discussing whether Holmia, and the League will continue their crusade on the Easternside of the world. Most of the demikins have already been pushed back by the allied forces, and the scorched-earth policies that they went through had made the demikin afraid of what may happen.
“Some of the theorists wanted to employ dialogue. But they have zero trust over our kind, and that is assuming that the demikin they operated on would be enough to form a connection..”
“They can speak?”
“Only some of the demikin could speak. The rest of them talk through beats and clicks of sounds. How they are able to produce weapons, and create a civilization is alien to us, but it could be because what we hear from them is not the usual lingua franca, and thus we think that it is alien because we don’t understand them.”
“I see. Even if we have problems with the color of our skin...now a sentient race that cannot even initiate a dialogue with us, then that’s a problem.”
“We haven’t had a second global war because most of our attention was focused on the non-human races that decided to invade the Easternside of the world. Now that we are winning, and are on the brink of succeeding. These people want the rights to mine and harvest any resources that they could find. Everyone’s just posturing who gets to be the kinder individual in the room. Besides, the real show should begin once Lady Ziba enters the room.”
“Lady Ziba?”
“Just watch, and you better not drool when you see her. She’s...just something else. Even as a woman, I can begrudgingly admit that she’s a goddess and a role model to everyone.”
“That so?”
Alden leaned forward, waiting for this Lady Ziba to appear. It was then that the camera was panned to the corner of the room.
Why was this Lady appearing only this late into the discussion? Alden thought.
Backlit by the sun, her figure was like a statue honoring womanly perfection. Every curve and muscle shown by her dress was perfectly accented by the lighting, her long and silky platinum blonde hair dancing in the breeze.
The sight of this powerful yet feminine figure adorned with a soft-looking trench coat and business suit made her confident stride even more powerful when she glided her powerful hands on the banister.
The powerful red-eyed stare of this Lady silenced everyone to obedience. It was like a Queen had decided and made her presence known upon this rabble.
She commanded aura and exuded authority that if one hadn’t been looking at her. They would have noticed the other that came with her.
Two women in business suits and pencil skirts strode just a step behind the woman they called Lady Ziba. When the Lady reached the empty seas waiting for them, she raised her head and commanded naturally.
“You may proceed with your arguing,” she smiled beatifically, as if reminding the whole summit of their previous arguments. It made them feel ashamed, and they became meek children in front of Lady De Ziba.
“She knows how to make a presence,” Alden commented, leaning back.
Melia looked at him oddly. “That’s all you could say?”
Alden’s brow raised at her perplexed expression. “I mean she is pretty and gorgeous. Tall as well, so yeah, I can understand why you want her perfect figure and beauty.”
“You have no taste,” Melia said harshly. “Ah, you must have hit your head harshly to the point that you can’t have good eyesight, poor you.”
Alden shrugged. Although he could understand why she could gather presence and authority by her looks alone. Alden thought that maybe because he had been dulled or that Melia had seen this Lady closer that’s why she was enamored and attracted to her.
“You must really idolize her, huh.”
“How could I not? If the Lady ever decided to retire her business career, and go into show business, then oh boy, you would have the entertainment industry explode! She’s the most prolific, smartest, wealthiest, and the most beautiful woman on this damn planet, Alden Fals.”
“Whoa, calm down, fan girl. Geez, are all her admirers as rabid as you?”
“Only personally. Besides, I love our Lady because she is such a faithful woman. It was said that she got married early like her mother, but unfortunate accidents led to her sharing a fate with her mother and she became a widow...our poor lady Ziba has a hard life!”
Alden had never seen this side of Melia. But seeing how she admired the Lady, who was he to mock her for it? Not that Alden couldn’t understand the feeling, seeing how pretty and admirable she seemed to be.
Not that I’d matter to me, Alden thought sincerely. Melia continued preaching the greatness of the Lady, while her other eye was glued to the television.
Alden watched the summit with a dull interest. It was actually amazing to him how they went from rough and ill-tempered discussion into a calm, collected, and polite discussion on whether they should continue to exploit the Easternside of the world using the cause of ‘pacification of the non-human race’ as an excuse.
Of course it was not what they all said in the discussion. Alden thought that although they intended to wipe out the demikin race for the sake of continuous existence of the human race despite most of them already wiped out into a single island nation.
One of the summit attendees reasoned. “The non-human that inhabits the Easternside of the world will continue to exist. Their population balloons within a single year and only through constant pruning that we had thinned their massive numbers within the years. If we had not prevented them from learning gunpowder, and had allowed them to create their monstrous devices….we would have been on the opposite side of the slaughter.
“I do not intend to suggest this unless there is a need for it. But the human race must not hesitate to do what the Lazonians had done back when the invasive species, the lower, and lesser sub-race of the demikins, the demifiends were wiped out, and domesticated.
“We must not hesitate to wipe them out. To show them mercy when we had dastardly violated their right to exist and scorched their very land is nothing more than hesitation. If we intend to finish this task that we have hesitatingly accepted years ago, then we must see it to the end.”
The man turned towards the Lady. “The Lady should have contacts, and have heard some of their wisdom on what may happen if we continue to test the weapons on their doorsteps.”
“Not to mention that recent probes had discovered that these invaded species may have originally come from one of our moons.
“The Kismet.”
The man showed an image of the moon orbiting the mother planet. It had an atmosphere and had quite a bioluminescent glow.
How it went from the concern of the resource gathering, the political mess of the Easternside, and then to the genocide of the non-human race, and to how they showed concern that there may be more of the demikins in the very moon above the planet made Alden asked in his head what was the agenda of this summit?
Was it the concern for the genocide of an entire race?
Was it how the Allied Forces were occupying the Easternside and trying to occupy it to gather resources? Or that someone was planning to go to the goddamn moon so that they could check if there were more demikins to be concerned about?
Alden had stopped thinking. He just couldn't understand how this one who was supporting the genocide of an entire race had started talking about going to the moon.
Perhaps he's trying to distract everyone from the real problem? Alden thought.
Alden was about to think about it when he suddenly leaned back and just watched dully once more. It’s not like I will ever be part of this farce. It’s...not my problem, I think.
