LEVI - The Last Rezinnite

THE DRAGON’S TEETH I sure do hope we get out of here soon, because right now, it does not look like that. Today is the seventh day in Summer, about two months since we arrived in Magus. Days are complicated, and continued to get serious with this approach to this new change of government. Since Post-Spring, a man named Roderick announced his plans for a safer government. His plan was to change it from democracy, to what he called “United Monarchy“. He flattered everyone, and revealed faults of the Magistrate calling it ‘A house of tired-old-men.’ “The Magistrate has failed to help the neighboring cities in their crisis.” I remembered that because it was the first thing he always said when beginning his campaign, like rehearsing for a play. “Democracy is corrupted and its leaders are corrupt. They do not care whether you live or not. If they would care they would not have failed to save thirteen out of twenty cities.” He repeats this same message every week in different parts of Magus. Yet, people believed him and called him a christened hero, or the messiah to save Magus from destruction. I had to admit he convinced me, seemed like a nice person. He showed real compassion for the welfare of his people. Before Post-Spring was up, he gained more supporters and promised in his rehearsed speech. “I will make the country a better place. By getting rid of the corrupted government, and unite each of us with a power like no other, we can turn this corrupted earth into one of peace. Moreover, once and for all free, free from the foolish traditions of our ancestors who believed in such superstitious whole cloth. They deceived us, but not anymore. We will rise from the darkness and show the world we believe in the truth!” Magus cheered and praised him. I would like to believe that. He made his promises sound genuine, like he can actually do it. Yet, I cannot help but feel there was a dark plot in all this. I am not an expert in politics. I remembered a lesson taught repeatedly to me that no one can prevent death. ‘Freed from that pain, but he cannot promise a thing like that. No one can prevent pain and sorrow.’ By late Pre-Summer, my family wised up and knew this man was folly. He tried to win us by his great charismatic, his pretending loving nature about him, and showing us his soldiers in thick armors as promise of his security and protection. We as a family stood firm to our stand, and eventually persuaded some of Gredge Village. It was also because of us, by the end of the month, many organizations rose to exploit Roderick, because we were the few that cared for democracy. The organizations were not highly favored. Yet, they have not failed in vain; many were convinced and switched sides. Early this month on the first day of Summer, a war broke out between those who chose democracy and monarchy. It did not take very long for this craze to hit the schools. My peers and teachers all over fought each other over political views. The teacher would bring out a point in a class stating their individual opinions, and a student would always arise and object to it, and then that session of class overruled by their debates, which happened every day this week. I was so glad it was the weekend. In those two months of war against Democracy and Monarchy, Daniel and I saw the chaos unfolding and we knew in a matter of time something awful will take place. Daniel quit his attempt to build his new business, on that day when the war started. He decided to work as a carpenter, until we can leave when Sylvester does. Lately, they forced him to work early in the morning, and came back real late at night, I do not know why, and neither does he. Reflecting upon what happened, I stepped outside and sat under a canopy and watched people walking down the streets. Tired of sitting I stood and decided to exercise with my talents outside of Magus, since I had nothing better to do. I walked down the street when a team of soldiers walked up to everyone. One of the soldiers in thick armor came up to me, “Have you seen a Shiftragen named Jcob?” He asked. He had a very deep voice, almost growling.