Designers of the Dying Masks
Chapter 1
Genesis
Why is this designer of the dying masks?
It all began, Time was always there, but the world wasn’t, the ever flowing river of time rocked along the space and in space, was the nature and its men. Men the most rest less creation, unpredictable in actions, like a school of fish, they created ripples in time. What we see now, lead to this because of our ancestors each action. Their each thought resulted a different next second, the perfect choice, from the vastly offered options led to this. And when we look back, and remember our history and their legacy, we say that how they changed the future. But every man that ever lived, his each decision and action, brought forth the change in the current of time. They began as dust and ended as dust, but the sum of their stories remained, but others didn’t leave an atom to be remembered by. The ones who left a mark are called great, remembered as the pawns in the chess of time. But then there he was; changing more than just the time, but everything else, all at once, kept doing it, again and again. He changed the time, he wrote his legend, He changed his legend, renamed his legend and it never ended neither did he.
And this is the beginning of his legend.
Stolia and Fereden, when these names are said together, an image of two opposing forces of nature comes in mind, countries parted with oceans. These countries have been the nemesis of each other ever since they were founded. Men born here fought to make their flag climb higher and their land bigger. By infinite infamous, attacks on other nearby countries, both of these island nations expanded in size. Their scientists and alchemists, all tried hard to invent new weapons to win over the world before their neighbors. But in this race of technical advancement Stolia was winning. They had their empire stretched all over the world, like a blanket around the earth. But only one nation remained to be under their throne. Fereden knew what was coming, but these men weren’t afraid to die. Blotted by the iron trespassers, The deepest ocean rippling over the greatest trenches of Fereden raged in a Storm, little did it knew that, even the sky was going to turn red with the blood of lost souls. Fereden had no hope of winning from an armada which had warships coming from every direction and from every other country that ever existed on the map known to man, which had now completely turned to the Color of Stolian Empire.
But it was lion that had come to fight the ant, He wasn’t needed to win over Fereden, He was only wanted to look down at Fereden. Horsemen stood on the islands and the Fereden ships surrounded their homeland. The fishermen didn’t go for fishing, for that day; they had their bodies and their Boats, to fish back the Soldiers who didn’t. For at least some of the Countries men had to be buried in her. But the rest alive, who more patiently waited for their own death as they waited for the enemies’, had their last attempts to guard country but the armada who had came to invade was too gigantic, and monstrous waiting outside most of it didn’t even step inside the red waters of Fereden. Even The Stolian King didn’t come to spectate the grand war. And what should have been the battle of ages, the grand Triumph, Victory with vengeance-ended.
Fereden surrendered, after they had defeated the armada. Their king gave his throne to the Stolian King, who within weeks died of some unearthly disease, only for few hours he owned the every inch of his planet. Some speculated that he died because he was betrayed by his royal guards, others said demons from hell came and took over his body and few other said that all of this had happened to him. And all the nations under the blanket, crept out of it. He didn’t give His sons the responsibility to rule over the world, but Died with it. For He said before he died
Though I am the Best, yet I cannot hold the world
No one but me can have this world under a ring.
And only when I die you can have the land to be leeched by the common men
The idea what you now call- Democracy
So that when I take my last breath, you can sigh.
And the place where I can be alive, after this human death
Will be the place I shall rule you forever
His last words had made it clear, that only he was the last human ruler of the world. And the world couldn’t be a one big united nation again. And Only Based on his last sentence, thousands of small islands gave themselves their own names, and designed their own flags. But they had one single point of similarity. They all started with their declaration of their Independence, written on the words of Worlds last greatest tyrant. And the idea that was only kindling in the minds of Feredian Philosophers, and their thoughts that were brave enough to turn into words, was Named Democracy by the Royal Stolian Deceased. And his last words were known as the Union Agreement, and the thing Union agreement said- was the world to never unite again.
But the men, they thought to make their own idols, their own new laws and systems. They wanted to make the tower of Babel. Distressed by their corrupt nations, they salivated for something new. By the blind energy the youth, men aimed for a new Nation, A utopia, with no corruption and a new government. But the governors and the ministers, they did not want this new idea; neither did anyone else with a sane labeled mind. For the men who dreamt about the perfect utopia, were an ever increasing bunch of Fereden teens, who followed the methods of terrorists, they were remembered as martyrs, and freedom fighters among themselves, but in reality they were just sadistic, pessimistic bunch of guys. Who had chosen the wrong path. In dearth of other options, they decided to make a government lead by themselves, elected through the internet. And the path they chose, was the path they tried to oppose, Misery. And what was their greatest weapon- Internet.
So the Greatest enemies of the modern men were the ones who called themselves the defenders of mankind. They always repeated that they were the unrecognized allies, harbored by the hearts of the youth. And by end they said, they would own all the ears in world, and no word of theirs could go unnoticed. And the best thing according to them was that the world would remember what they did in the past, every mass murder. Because only the true history will be taught in schools, and for every crime they committed people would thank them. And they would say “We said so”, and people would reply “You did, and you were right”.
It can be hard for some to think how people see their enemies here. It might be tough to imagine at first. But putting it this way that, all the Nerds, Geeks, Dorks or N00bs are the greatest threat to the security of a country. In the era of guns and knife, the might have not been a threat. But now is the age of Internet and computers, they can kill more people by pressing enter then by pressing the red big button of the atom bomb, Calling themselves the Ooters. They say that, they are here to remove the corruption. They can’t be bullied by anyone, and not even by the their own government. If you think that by just hacking servers and computers they pose not much harm; ultimately they are just the deviated bunch. then you haven’t heard about the Lil’run baseball stadium incident. They world already knew about Ooters, how all the bullied psychotic, sadistic , pessimistic boys and girls often called losers by their peers were joining and meeting online. But no one could stop nerds to make their own websites, when they hacked mast of the government servers and gave it back, just to display their power. The government even tried to close the internet whole, but anyone can imagine why they didn’t. They even made psychiatrist visit schools and given them lessons, but there were always high school seniors, who had always turned ‘rouge’. There was a guy, from university who got admission based on scholarship, they said that all his life he was a liar, and somehow managed to get an admission. He was branded as a traitor and insane. But they lied; they hid the fact how smart he used to be, the best and definitely not a looser. But when FBI said he was an insane, they weren’t wrong. FBI hid the fact, and destroyed the evidence , so that no one could pity at him after what he had done, he was just called psychotic. Actually he never had the intention being insane, when his mother died because of “un preventable reason” which in fact was preventable. They didn’t transplant her a kidney, doctors just ignored the case, based on some written law, and let her die. The unnamed boy, then turned mad with anger, and disappeared, he later joined the Ooters. After 2 years, when the baseball tournament was going on, he was back at the same hospital standing with thousands of stitches over his body and wide smile over his face. The doctors instantly remembered who he was; He told them that Ooters had planted an explosive at some place. At first they thought he was joking, and then he told them that he had brought the doctors a job, job of their lives. He told them only way to prevent the explosion was to find where it was going to take place, and the name of the place was written on the paper, which he had brought for them. Some doctors soon realized that maybe he was serious. When asked by the chief Surgeon “where is it?” he replied that getting it was going to tougher for him, than operating her mother. He then told him, that somewhere inside his body, he hid a tiny capsule, which held the location of the bomb. And when they took him under the X-ray, and the CAT scan. They realized he was right, FBI and all the government forces flew to that place; he told them that not much time remained. Some said it was a bluff, some said to hurry. They same doctors, who refused to operate her mother, now struggled to find every capsule. They were everywhere, inside ribs, inside knee, between lungs. But when the surgeon opened the 783rd capsule they were late, they found the location of the bomb, or where the bomb was. Many baseball fans died, and even the news couldn’t give its condolences, the channel was interrupted. Another voice took responsibility of the action, and blamed the poor medical treatment of the victims mother, the victim who tried to save his mother, but died struggling against corruption. The surgeons who refused the kidney transplant, either suicided or were murdered. The Ooters only became stronger, curse the government or the mental health of the people. No one survived the incident.
But this terrorist act in reply didn’t see a siege in foreign country, since these terrorist don’t live in any country but in every country. For an idea is vicious, spreading faster than the virus through the veins, it was deeper than the heart of a human. For the idea was born in a Fereden brain, and it hated every Stolian, Finding allies it didn’t stop at his countries border, but only at Stolian boundaries. The Country which had once brought an armada, with men of different colored skins under same flag against Fereden, Now found itself surrounded by them, but only in different flags. How could you stop them, how can you please them, it’s not known. The next step government took, was not to kill every depressed teen. License was required to own any device that could go to the www or had a screen, all online multiplayer games were turned down. Creating account on most famous social networking sites required every individual’s verification; Television started showing everything true, unedited, all gore, all mature, But with restricted ownership. They make the laws more severe; death penalty was put even to the tiniest of crimes. Thugs and bandits, who stole purses, took most of the heat. And the guys hidden behind computers were still unaffected.
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