~Introduction~
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Since the year 1700, benders have been in existence in the human world. They were known as violent creatures, venting out their angers on humans.
According to legends, Benders were banished by their own king, named Frederick Harlow; reasons unknown.
Their god created a passageway to earth, a way for them to learn and have a change of heart. They were called Exul, the Banished.
Yeah, they changed. They evolved to become ferocious beasts, whom humans dread.
Their species hurt humans for years, until research found a substance known as mercury. It was found in the cave that linked them to earth. A cave that couldn't be weakened or destroyed by any earthly weapons.
Mercury weakened these barbarians faster. They became workers for humans, but humans were not as cruel as they were. Rules guarded them, where you couldn't hurt or imprison any of these foreign creatures unless the bender was found guilty.
Nothing peaceful lasts forever, right?
In 1917, the shadows lurking in the darkness clouded the moon to cluster darkness onto the earth. Guess it takes more than mercury to weaken these beasts. A bastard and tyrant, Nicholas Alveston, led the war humans know as the Great Mass. A life-changing war.
A man powerful enough to overthrow our government, capable of instilling fears in humans, could inflict pain—mentally and physically—on us, humans. One whom mercury never affects, could heal other weak benders, and able to use our weapons against us. Our might was negligible compared to theirs.
Everyday, we were forced to watch the scenes. They installed the fear into every human. No one dares to fight back. Funnily enough, the ones who tried are dead and rotten.
He and his Lords crushed our government in a m******e and imprisoned all human rights.
Seven Lords of his for the seven continents, and all bowed, served, and feared him. Rumour clarified that in the year 1920, after conquering the world, he closed the cave, and no humans knew why. No one dared to ask him.
On my eighteenth birthday, I was sent as a gift to the Rex himself, whom no humans could look at in the eye, trembled at his presence and bowed to him on sight. I was meant to be his bleeder, but that f****d-up word called fate has its plans in stock.
The Great Mass
My name is Liliana Roslyn, born in 2035 and raised in a hidden foster home along with other kids of my age.
On my 5th birthday, we were ambushed by Lord Felix's men. They murdered our foster parents and some of the kids—the ones who were courageous to fight back or wanted to run away.
It was horror—my first horror in this hellscape of a world. They made us watch every incident, plastering it into the back of our minds. Since childhood, they have ingrained the fear of their existence to taunt us within. That's what they do.
They took us to a camp, or maybe a school. Whatever they call that goddamned place! A place where humans learn how to be submissive and become either bleeders, breeders, or feeders.
A bleeder is a slave who, as an expense to breathe and live, must pay a price with their blood. The humans are specifically trained in school and injected with mercury, which taints their blood. Once their blood is immersed in mercury, the benders extract their blood to drink.
A breeder is a livestock to Benders, a being for them to continue having more humans on earth. Their mission is to be assigned to an opposite s*x who they are forced to have s*x with until they carry a child.
Once given birth, they go again into the cycle of breeding yet another offspring. The baby, however, is given to a feeder, who gives the child parental care only until four years before they are taken to the academy, where they learn the cruelty of the world they are born into and where their suffering starts till the day they die.
The Commandment 101 principle states that a human is free to live, safe, and sound, not enslaved, when they age 50 years and onward.
Bullshit!
These bastards are fancy assholes. Ever since the Great Mass, no human has lived over 35 years. We have an expiration date now.
On some continents, like Australia, rumours declare that a human of 56 years old once lived there. I know there's a truth behind it, and the truth is that it's all a lie. Crazy, isn't it?
These foreign creatures have won and dominated the earth with their overwhelming and extreme powers. Weaklings, humans, we are doomed. In fact, no word could fit the miserable fate we are stuck in.
The seven Lords ruling the seven continents:
Australia ruled by Felix Alveston, an airbender Lord . He's known as a womanizer, and most girls swoon and praise his name. They would consider themselves lucky if they were transferred to his continent.
North America ruled by Cornelio Lorenzo, a fire bender Lord , known as an AB blood type lover. He believed it to be the best and responsible for making him the strong, ruthless king he's been recognized as.
Europe ruled by Lucas Andrew, a brother to Felix Alveston and the King. A callous and cold-hearted water bender Lord . No human wants to be on his continent since it's all full of anguish and torment.
Antarctica ruled by Atticus Chester, a human head lover. He kills without remorse when he's stressed and gains pleasure by seizing oxygen from them. A pernicious air bender Lord .
South America ruled by Chris Andy. A duteous water bender. He hurts humans physically, mentally, and sexually until they beg for death. Also called The Butcher.
Asia ruled by Oliver Jace. A luxurious, life-full man. Rancor frets over the malignant beast. He kills for fun. Rumoured to bathe in blood mixed with mercury, which he names Tainted. A water-bender Lord .
Africa ruled by Lucious Black. An earth-bending Lord . "... Know how to find Diamond. Africa's gate is widely open for your freedom... ". That's his motto. Lose tracks of diamond, and you're a slave to be drained till death.
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My goals are simple, you know: go to school, piss a Bender off, and try to act dominant. I cannot be submissive. Never!
Well, punishment is my golden award, and I gain it every day, every time I piss one off.
I am sure my bruises must have made art on my body.
"Never give up; just one more day!" That's the motto I use to endure the pain. It helps. It keeps me going.
Girls in this goddamn school are dorks, an excuse for the faulty of the generation that humans are being born into. Most of them wish to become feeders, or rather, breeders, at worst. Our fate will be decided tomorrow, a dreadful day for us all except me, though.
I've been waiting for these all my life. I've craved it so that when I turn eighteen, I will finally be free. Finally!
I already know my fate through my reports from academia. My fate is death tomorrow, and no one can understand how much of a luxury it is to me! The day my worries were over, free from this bondage!
Birthday awaits, freedom awaits. Whoop...dee...doo.
- Writer
