Chapter 1:Mature

        The death of his father had left Virgil Marvyn a lot more traumatized than he'd like. With his father gone, he was now the last living member of the Marvyn family. The family that built Altia and saved Tierra from the District Wars. When the Tevrakas attacked, It was his ancestors that had taken the steps to fight back the power beasts. And now, all the weight and responsibility of ruling a continent fell on his shoulders. His father had taught him how to manage it, at least enough to not let chaos disrupt the peace, but he wasn't sure if he was yet ready to rule. The Mayors were much older, wiser men, than he. They were more capable to take the throne. Still, tradition dictated that only a member of the ruling family could take the throne.

        The door to his office swung open. A welcome interruption to his rising worries and fears. "Pardon my intrusion." It was Cael, his father's trusted Advisor. The only honest man in a city full of lairs. At leas that's what his father used to say. Virgil considered Cael an uncle, and he knew to trust the man unconditionally.

        "It's alright, C." Virgil said. "I know I haven't been out much since..." It was getting hard to hold the tear. "... Since he-"

        Cael stopped him there. "It's been more than a week. It's time you put this behind you. What with the coronation and all." Cael paused for a moment before saying his next sentence. "Your father was a great ruler, and a good friend to his people."

        "Is that why they killed him?" Virgil wasn't an idiot. He was aware of the secretly rising revolution. One of the Mayors wanted Altia's throne, and he'd been recruiting spies from the city to feed him information about its weaknesses. And it wasn't a coincidence that the night his father chose to sneak out of the city to investigate, he gets attacked by Tevrakas. Something was off about his death, something which Virgil noticed that night.

        "Your father-"

       "Was killed by Tevrakas, I know. That's what everyone is saying. That's what everyone should be saying. The thought that someone killed him wont do much good to assure the people that they're save in their own homes." Just because they all had a common enemy - the Tevraks - it didn't mean that there were bad people out there. Virgil stood from his chair and walked to the balcony. He stared at the waters below him. "The night he left the city, I saw him. I saw the shuttle. I also saw the Tevrakas follow him as if they had been waiting for him." Which was odd since the beasts were not intelligent. They only seemed to follow their animal instincts to kill and feed. 

        Cael joined Virgil on the balcony. "I didn't know..."

        "That I knew about his plan?" Virgil finished the sentence. "If I was to rule one day, I had to learn more than what you and him were teaching me. So I always sneaked out of my room to eavesdropper on the meetings." He looked up and stared at the far continent. From this distance, he could barely spot the tiny silhouette of the Tevrakas flying about, like eagles searching for prey. Whoever had the bright idea of building cities underground seemed to have predicted the arrival of the beasts. "Even then, I still don't think I'm ready for this. I haven't even started my coronation speech." It was customary for an heir of the throne to deliver a convincing speech to both raise the people's spirit and get the Mayors to support his rule. It was somewhat of a democracy. Except only the Mayors' vote were the only ones that mattered.

        "Well, then it's a good thing I've already done that for you." Cael pulled out the pile of papers he had been holding behind his back. "I knew you wouldn't do it. You've always been a lazy kid." Cael placed a friendly hand on Virgil's shoulders. "Now is not the time for mourning Virgil. Tierra is the brink of chaos, and Altia needs a ruler to keep the peace. A peace which your family had kept for more than a hundred years."

        Virgil took the papers and scanned the pages. "What would I do without you, C?" 

        "The coronation is three days." Cael said with a hint of a smile. "Use that as a draft. You can edit it if you want, but I suggest you keep to the main points. The Mayor's favor should be your main concern."

        "Thank you."

        Cael bowed and left leaving Virgil alone with his thoughts.


        Virgil knew that his father was on to something the night he died. It was why he had ordered the shuttle to be recovered and brought to the city where it could be searched and investigated furher. They never really found his father's body. Either the Tevrakas ate him, or it was lost at sea. Still, Virgil wanted to know who killed him and why. Who had lured the Tevrakas so close to the city.

        The shuttle was half destroyed. Having been ripped apart by the Tevrakas. Virgil stared at it. It was all he could do now. He had thoroughly searched it many times but found no clue as to what had happened aside from the obvious attack. The technicians told him that the shuttle was already low on electrical energy when his father took it, which might explain why the shields didn't work. But his father was a smart man. If he had been planning this for days, which Virgil knew he had been, then he would've prepared the shuttle beforehand. It made no sense.

        "The next thing to do, is take it apart piece by piece." A voice behind him said. Virgil didn't have to look behind him to know it was the Head Technician.

        "Chase." Virgil saluted the man with a hand shake. Then he looked back at the shuttle.   "You're right."

        "Then when should we start?"

        Virgil thought for a moment. "You," He emphasized the word. "can start when ever you can."

        "I don't understand, sir."

        "I need you to do it yourself." Virgil clarified. "Tell no one. And if you find anything, come to me personally."

        "Alright, if you say so." Chase nodded. "But I don't see why the secrecy. Else you think we - I might find something."

        "You will." Virgil hoped. "You have to." His fathers death was no coincidence, and he will stop at nothing to figure out who did this and why. Until then, the coronation was in a two days. He needed to work on his speech.

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