In the tallest tower in the city, on the
highest floor, in the most private room, a high council simply called the Table
met. It consisted of 12 women and 12 men, all of whom were very powerful
witches and warlocks. They had risen to power through not a bureaucratic but a
totalitarian system. The oppressed people and creatures to which the council
ruled worked for them day and night, in ordinary jobs, but for no money. They
worked plainly to live. The more hours they put in, the more access they had to
medical and longevity activities. Mortals worked the hardest, but even those
born as immortals had to work because the Table suppressed their natural born
powers in order to prevent an uprising.
In the deepest basement of the
tallest building, there were witch and warlock soldiers, like me, who trained
day and night to become strong and cunning. Their life goal was to protect and
defend the Table who in turn would allow them access to their own private
apartments and necessities. They trained plainly to do the Table’s bidding and
were told nothing otherwise. Unbeknownst to these elite few hundred that
trained, an all out inter-world war was on the horizon…
For the fate of the council and
their position of power was in crisis. The meeting was focused quite intensely
on a plan that was foolproof. An intricately designed plan to secure a future
for the Table which proved most beneficial to them was set into action. A
rather strange time frame was given to the plan, aptly a project which would be
the only of its kind. All attention and resources went into this project and
most assuredly all eyes…if that’s what they could be called.
And so began the
Jocelyn Project.
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