|Hebrew Nation|
The Royal Palace
Inside a grand room, a long table is and around, are fifteen people. (Nine men, six women)
"I just got a feeling." a man says.
Abraham
Age: 35
King.
"What feeling, Sire?" a woman by his upper left asks.
Alona
Age: 29
Admiral.
"A feeling to go fire for fire with Egyptia." - Abraham.
You, too, my Liege?" a man asks.
Adam
Age: 25
Admiral.
"Don't tell me, you too, Adam?" Abraham asks he looks to his left.
He looks forward and asks...
"Are you guys with me!? Mmm, men of valor!?"
They get up and declare...
"Wherever the Lord is, we will be!"
"Yes!" Abraham declares with a nod and gets up with force.
"It is time!" - Abraham.
|Egyptia Nation|
Outside the Royal Palace...
On top a grand mat; food, water of different types, different caliber, assorted! Inside of finely designed pots, plates and trays.
Surrounding it are fifteen people (7 men, 8 women)
They serves themselves.
And an outstanding woman says...
"What are we to do with Hebrew? The thought of them existing, without our Lording is utterly appalling!"
Kiara
Age: 25
Queen.
"I swear." - Man
Rameses
Age: 30
Admiral.
"I swear." - Woman
Isis
Age: 26
Admiral.
I swear." - Man II
Akhenaten
Age: 28
Admiral.
The rest inaudibly mutter amongst themselves.
Kiara sips a drink with her right hand, from a silver cup. She does so with her eyes closed.
"My Lady, please do not close your eyes in these dire times." A man requests.
Abu
Age: 33
Admiral.
She opens her eyes, sips a bit and drops her cup.
"Why? Do you care for me? Don't worry, I'm strong. Nothing will happen to me or all of you, as long as I'm here " She says while referring to the invisible barrier over them, as well as the valiant men and women that surround the Castle.
"So...when do we depart?" - Isis.
She tears off the meat from a Chicken lap in her right hand and eats with her eyes, closed. She swallows, open them and declares...
"Dusk."
|Amerik Nation|
On top a large power bike, a man rides.
Behind him are fourteen others (seven women, seven men).
(On the same kind of bike, they ride. They all ride on an empty road. By it's sides; people and behind; a herd of slowly moving vehicles)
He speaks...
"Afghan, Nippon... Oh how my body aches to go there. My life; I have never taken them as people. I have always wondered why they exist. But today, at dusk...we will find out. It is my utmost duty as the King of Amerik, to purge everything unhealthy."
Jimmy
Age: 35
King.
"You have spoken well my King. But...are we to divide our army?" a man asks.
Terry
Age: 30
Admiral.
"What does it look like?" - Jimmy.
"Can we afford that?" - Man II
Olsen
Age: 21
Admiral.
"When the King has spoken, his word is absolute!" - Jimmy.
"Forgive me my Lord." - Olsen.
A woman by his right laughs, then says...
"Should have known our king is a tyrant. Next time, think before you talk."
Elise
Age: 22
Admiral.
Behind, at where the herds of vehicles are; the people, mutter...
"What kind of King is this?" - Man.
"I swear." - Man II
"The worst." - Man III
"Their whole lineage!" - Woman.
"Shit! I'm so late for work!" - Man IV.
"Same here. I'm so tired! It's not like he's gonna find me another job!" - Woman II.
"Man! " - Woman III.
|Nippon Nation|
Inside a dark with dim florescent lights; fourteen people (eight men, six women) spar.
As they do, a mysterious man stays sitted on the ground, with his legs folded.
He meditates.
"I can see it." He says in his heart.
The fighters, he sees their energies.
"Weak. Despite cancellation, it's clear as day. What I'm after..." He continues, still in his heart.
His vision goes far and eventually, stops at the wall, in the midst of thick darkness.
An energy slowly becomes visible.
"That's it. Come!" Still in his mind.
The energy becomes thoroughly visible and he locks in.
Right there, he flashes upward.
Towards the walls, he runs, with so much speed, past the fighters.
He completely passes them and flashes away.
The next, he points his right fist at the face of someone; a man on the ground, with his legs folded. Meditating.
"What was I thinking? Even with the enchantment..."
He says and looks at the man, then finishes...
I'm still no match."
"Of course not, I am the King." The man says and opens his hand.
Shiro
Age: 30
King.
The man grabs Shiro's hand with his right hand and Shiro pulls him up.
They both stand tall and stare at themselves.
Kenshin
Age: 23
Right Hand.
The fighters seize and stand attention.
Shiro and Kenshin stand side by side.
(Kenshin, by Shiro's left side)
They do so, with their hands, crossed behind.
"Admiral...we meet again!" - Shiro.
The Admirals bow and stand erect.
"Amerik!" - Kenshin.
"Blasphemy!" a man declares.
Roronoa
Age: 21
Admiral.
The remaining mutter amongst themselves in anger.
"Why have you chosen to disturb us, oh Lord Right Hand?" a woman asks.
Retsu
Age: 25
Admiral.
"Because it is of utmost need!" - Shiro.
Kenshin begins to round from his left. And while he does so, he says...
"You see...these people are bad. Uncultured! They have no respect for anything or anyone. Especially us."
He says last and goes halfway.
"If we don't come to them, they will, to us." - Shiro.
"Their utmost goal, is that they remain the ones on top...and no one else." Kenshin says while he passes their backs.
"Should we allow that, knowing fully well what they are capable of?" - Shiro.
"No!" - The Admirals.
"Good." Kenshin says while he reaches Shiro and crosses him to the right.
He now stands by his left side again.
"We are now...dismissed." - Shiro.
The lights turn off.
|Afghan Nation|
A man stands on top the roof of the Castle.
Mali
Age: 21
King.
His hands are crossed behind him, while he observes the things taking place in his Nation.
A man walks to left.
"What do you want?" - Mali.
"What do you think?" He replies and stands before him.
Ali
Age: 25
Left Hand.
"And what have I said before?" - Mali.
"I just wanna make sure." - Ali.
"Tell them "dusk." - Mali.
"Amerika." - Ali.
"Where else?" - Mali.
Ali smiles with a nod, covers himself in black flames and disintegrates into the air.
Mali brings down his arms and clenches.
He looks straight into the distance, with piercing eyes.
TO BE CONTINUED.