ZION Chapter One

G’day to whoever reads this! I was originally going to publish this with a traditional publisher, but decided it is much simpler and cheaper to put up a blog and post my stories on it instead.  ZION is set in the future with a totalitarian government in and a resistance against it. I hope you enjoy this story and please leave a review in the comments below! Now for the first chapter.

 

13th May, 2036

Perkatan

 

There was to be a meeting of all countries in the world to try to form a co-alliance of governments or a League of Nations. The leader, or a representative, came to the meeting. The meeting was being held at Perkatan, the most prosperous nation on planet Earth. Perkatan’s leader was called King Ignatius and the meeting was in his palace.

After everyone all sat down, King Ignatius cleared his throat and began to speak. “First off, I would like to thank you all for coming to this very important conference. Now, as I’m sure you are aware, we are here to try to create a co-alliance between us of our governments,” the king began his speech.

Prince Richelieu raised his hand. “What is this League of Nations about and why do we need it?”

“This League of Nations is designed to bring peace and prosperity to the people. We co-align our governments to form one government. A One World Parliament, which will be led by a member of the Collins lineage – Emperor Noland. We will combine our armed forces, banks, police forces, et cetera; which will help stop future wars; check diseases in time; keep peace; to make everything ‘fair’ to everyone. Officially, that is our reasons,” King Ignatius answered cunningly.

“What are the real reasons?” Carshina, representative for Xerxes, ruler of Tarlya, enquired. As the king of Perkatan explained, everyone grinned in evil delight. The League of Nations really was to intrude on people’s privacy so they could know everything everyone was doing, force people to vaccinate on pain of death or the children being tortured; home-schooling prohibited with the same punishments, no-one could grow their own food – they had to rely entirely on the government to be fed; people had to have a tracking device on them wherever they went and no-one could leave the city unless you were in the delivery service. Everyone approved, except for King Edward X of the Eden Province.

“Your Majesty, I object to this! People have a right to teach their own children. The Bible says the parents are responsible for their children. Those vaccinations the pharmacies give are messing up the children’s and other peoples lives! I will not join your ‘League of Nations’! I want my subjects to have the best and healthy chance in life,” Edward objected.

“Do not bring the Bible into this conversation! It has nothing to do with politics!” thundered Richelieu, rising from his chair in a rage.

Edward’s blood instantly boiled. “How can you-”

“ENOUGH!!!!”

Everyone shuffled uncomfortably in their chairs. Ignatius had never raised his voice that loud before. Richelieu ducked his head and mumbled an apology and sat down, glaring at Edward. Ignatius cocked an eyebrow at the Eden ruler. “Well?” Meaning Apologise and SIT DOWN!

Edward just glared at Richelieu and Ignatius for a few more seconds to make a point and then sat down – without an apology. Ignatius cleared his throat and threw a patient smile at King Edward. “Now just a moment, Edward. There is another point I have not mentioned yet,” Ignatius said in a conciliatory tone. “Please listen.”

King Edward sighed and agreed. “What is it?”

“Good, good. Okay. Now, your province has oil in superfluous amounts. Now oil is very scarce in many of the other provinces. You can help us out. With this League of Nations, we propose-”

“Line your own pockets. Sorry. I refuse to co-operate,” and Edward picked up his belongings and left the building for the airport. A stewardess went around the table, handing out contracts for everyone to sign as well as a pen for everyone. After the contracts had all been signed, collected and taken away to their filing cabinet in Ignatius’s office, and the people had all departed, Ignatius asked the same stewardess to summon his three best hit men – Haman, Dov, and Mark. While waiting for them, he pulled out a slip of paper and quickly browsed through it. Stuck to our agreement, he thought happily. He turned at the sound of footsteps approaching. The three did obeisance.

“Haman, Dov, and Mark, I have an assignment for you three,” Ignatius said.

“Dispose of someone?” Haman questioned, the most bloodthirsty one.

“Exactly, Haman.”

“And who is the victim this time?” Mark inquired.

“King Edward X of the Eden Province.”

The men balked. “But we’ll be arrested! Executed for the murder/attempted murder of a king!” Dov pointed out.

Ignatius read the slip of paper out loud:

” ‘I, General Truman of the Eden Province, hereby authorise the bearer of this parchment to be allowed to do whatever that person or persons so desire.

Signed,

General Truman, 12/05/2036.’ ”

Ignatius paused to let that sink in. “He sent me an e-mail and this is the print-off. I have the chief of police of Eden and the general of the Eden military on our side and that parchment that you hold will allow you to act freely without fear of arrest by the police or military. And I’ve obtained for you three three palace passes, stamped with Truman’s sealed, and signed. That will get you inside the palace.”

“But, what’s our cover story?” Mark wondered.

“That is for you to work out. Now, here is what you should do once you three are inside…”

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