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Humanity

Chapter 4 No.4

Word Count: 1012    |    Released on: 27/12/2017

e in the final moments before it exploded. It had been coming for her. The missile had intentionally found her on the rooftop. T

she flew over the rail and right down through the never-ending spiral staircase. Nikhita didn't notice that. Time slowed as she lay helplessly on the floor and watched the fiery explosion consume the poor lords and ladies who had

ake a while to assemble, but with politicians' lives on the line they arrived within half an hour. Steppin

as how many lords and ladies had died... and how many of them had been candidates. The election had never bee

black circle lay the disintegrated remains of Lady Penelope Renard. Jordanis stared down at them expressionless with his arm raised so that a medic could seal the large gash across his elbow. It was

on the sweetest flower of all the field, " h

ooked up from her

Her blank stare made him sigh. "Honestly, what

e Old Earth fine literature classes. The metaphors used in most of the plays were too hard for a student to comprehend as no Manticorians had ever seen fro

out how the House of Dragons was most likely going to choose him to be the new chairperson candidate. In that case; who would the dep

him to go home and remain safe. There was always the chance that there were more missiles to come. Of course, she remain

to see the downtowners as equal to the uptowners, but he could not deny the state of anarchy the city below was in. If a madman had a stash of remote-controlled missiles in his possession then no one was safe. In times like these all the security perso

d behind him as he opened

hen he realised it was Ghoad: the new deputy

ed her himself because he wanted to see a svellik in the workforce. He had chosen her out of pity, but she certainly made a great security guard. The silver and azure creature stood at ei

melodramatically. "You

alk. She got right to the point: "Nikhita

woman: "I do not think you would fit in

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“Set on the planet of Manticore in the 50th century, Lord Koris Young and Lord Lysander Jordanis vie for the chairman role in the soon-approaching election while also trying to keep sanity in their personal lives as their worlds fall apart around them. Koris Young, the youngest chairman candidate in Manticorian history at seventy, must learn to survive in the political game with natural ageism and his conflicting views from the other lords and ladies as he fights for equal rights on a class-based planet. He must learn how to tactfully propose his suggestions to unite the uptowners and downtowners -- an idea frowned upon by other Manticorian politicians -- or watch his only chance of changing Manticore for the better crumble in front of his eyes. Lysander Jordanis seems like the more logical choice for the people of Manticore. He's over six-hundred years-old and has been in the political game longer than his rival has been alive. Despite this natural advantage, Lord Jordanis' pride is his downfall as he starts to lose everything he loves due to his own fault.”