The Vostok Revelation

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“You are a savage!” Screamed Ka’Na Portus to the sight of Xi Bharata, the invading warlord from the southern province, as he stood in the council meeting room, the head of Re’Na Tan dangling from his left hand and a vicious looking three foot sword gripped in his right.

“Your sunset has come, Ka’Na Portus!” Xi Bharata shouted back, not in the least intimidated by the man who was one twelfth of the committee that ruled over Vasundhara and all humankind. The warlord threw back his leather clad shoulders, lifted his bearded chin, and hoisted the bloodied sword into the air above his shoulders, “The rule of the council is over! It is time for the people of Vasundhara to again flourish under strong leadership!”

Ka’Na stared at his former colleague. Gone was the impeccably groomed and stubbornly determined science minister who had sat beside him on the council for nearly two decades. In his place stood a bearded brute with predatory green eyes and a long whip of jet black hair that descended to the small of his back. It was clear that it would be pointless to argue with him. They’d had this very debate countless times. Xi had always been passionate and vocal in his view that humanity had grown apathetic, that it squandered its creative birthright and lost, as a consequence, it’s essence of being. He believed that which Ka’Na took exception to, that humans, having unified the ethnicities and mastered the elements more than two centuries ago, had become lazy, complacent, and content to simply exist. It was Xi’s contention that mankind needed fear, it needed to be at risk, it needed to need, in order to be its innovative best. ‘A world without fear breeds complacency’, Xi had preached repeatedly before the council.

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