The Inconceivable

  The very next day, in the morning, where families of both countries were just having breakfast. A time when one is either arriving at work, getting ready to leave, or on their way to. At school, or just starting their daily routine out of the ordinary life. An announcement commenced transmitting throughout the world, from ANS, and their subject was once again Lymoca.

  Garalf Stient appeared with a calm countenance. He stared into the camera as soon as he walked to the podium. Many cameras rolled, clicking and flashing for several seconds before the old man senator began.

  “Today, citizens of our Aggregated Nation States, I am formally criticizing the conduct of Lymoca for the last 3 terms, including this one.” Whichever family in these 2 countries watched these news while the kids enjoyed their meal and ate breakfast disciplined, their attention was grabbed.

  “There’s no need to hide from where does this come from anymore, nor should there be any.” Garalf went directly to the point, “We are dissatisfied with what Lymoca has brought to the world for several years now, and the worst of Resilient’s Fourth Order in the last year.”

  “There’s nothing to excuse themselves with. Over the entire population of Moonblue knows about this. They have lived through it themselves. The enemy whom they now ‘worship’ has brainwashed even their sexual organs. They are reproducing with their conquerors!”

  “Don’t even let me get started with the horrors of the war during the First Ters-Ly War and the Second, when the Radical Wars had just begun!” Garalf put on a disgusted expression, and insulted, too. “The rape, disastrous torture, mental and physical, that all southerners must have suffered! They went through the worst, and for what? To be colonized? What is this!?”

  “There is no place in heaven for those who dare to trick Resilient into still being ‘the good guy’. Because, oh, they love that!” Garalf received numerous clamor and applause before they were slightly lowered. He continued, “Their soldiers have brought this terror and horror everywhere.”

  “We are the example that is a legend set amidst our current world. The only country to not even be near an actual war is us, ANS. Not Lymoca, not Zyckevele, and definitely not KAA. It is us who are above the stupidity of all these people who only— want— war!”

  The senator’s words only continued, becoming more and more criticizing like never before, as well as direct. ANS had never behaved this way. Half the world hurried to channel this transmission, all to see the upheaval that it was causing in the world’s social media. It wasn’t enough to see the people grow crazy and comment about it. Everyone had to see it at least.

  It went to mention how even SHC’s borders were endangered because of the eastern Radical Wars, leading to a dangerous and delayed convention, which only benefitted Lymoca. It was all what ANS has been keeping inside. They were unloading it all in one go.

  But it didn’t end just there with Lymoca, which further offended the Lys, marking them all as the cause for all their issues, be it decades from now or recently. Garalf quickly turned to the rest of Moonblue, calling them off for being Lymoca’s accomplices.

  It went on and on, and it didn’t stop for some time. For over an hour, Garalf ranted like never before, and from ANS as well like never before. The morning of the entire supercontinent was focused on this, ruining it for everyone even after it finished. It was comical yet foreshadowing. Why would ANS behave this way? So petty and out of nowhere.

  Nevertheless, as soon as Luis finished his daily morning press conference, everyone waited to see what Lymoca had to say. The President avoided talking about it with ease until the end of his press conference, but then, he disappeared from social media whatsoever.

  It was only 4 hours later that the people across Moonblue from the center to the south rambled and flocked to the ANS embassies in each region to protest that their President showed himself.

  It was in his office, once again. He was alone in the shot, but he wasn’t in the office. Some people were with him, which could be recognized as Roam and Lesly, according to their well-known appearance and unforgettable persona respectively.

  “I… I would like to make a few things clear,” Luis looked at his desk before staring into the camera. It has been a while since he made a video that wasn’t wholly dedicated to his people due to the situations in Lymoca. “When one unrelatable person speaks so ugly of anything— as long as they use such unwelcome words, the others need to listen and think first.”

  “The work that has been happening around Lymoca is always one of transparency. Not because we are only showing what is good to us, but because we haven’t finished completing all of our goals. There is too much to work with. I ask of my people, Lys, Ters, Cerk, Valads, Avicas, Pyot, Meztle— all of them, to trust in ourselves. Nobody can tell us what we are doing and not, who we are and not. Especially not anyone coming from an exterminating identity.”

  Luis’s face became more serious, leaving his light tone behind. He also stood up, carrying on, “The people in Terka know what Terka has gone through. Their communities alone offered their services to the rest of the new regions to help them acclimatize to their new livelihoods. Where in this part and support does ANS have a word!?”

  “Hundreds of thousands of Lys have selectively sent over 100 kg of food during the last month to the rest of the south that has still not been completely systematized for the old settlements and to refugees at and from Dawn. The shortage of food and water around the world is of the most important matters for the last 200 years. Has your ANS ever done something!?”

  “When Lymoca intervened in the Radical Wars, we protected even those who tried and succeeded in killing our soldiers. They have been granted a trial to be jailed for up to a lifetime. There is still not death sentence in Lymoca, and should anyone violate such laws, military or from the state, they are faulty and acting against the terms of all Lys!”

  “What about ANS? They have imposed death penalty to youngsters who have been ‘brazen’ enough to show there are poor people in your streets, eating even rats and hunting for the wastes of other people’s water and sophisticated drinks. Let alone minor crimes like theft and insulting authorities. You are a lunatic bunch if you believe so hard in your land as a paradise!”

  “When you feel like forgetting what kind of country and government you’ve ruled, think of this.” Luis tilted his head to the side with a frown, “For heaven or not, remember what you did to the north in the past. Remember it well. Others simply don’t forget things.”

  The video ended there. After receiving bomb after bomb from a mere senator, the Lys and the world looked at their President and Lymoca as they counterattacked with a calm and reason that Garalf couldn’t when it was his time. One emotion spread throughout those who saw it: satisfaction!

  This was also the first time someone, a country for that matter, ever stood up to the humongous ANS. Although it formed in the same century as Zyckevele and KAA, even the Ziaca Nation wasn’t as good as ANS when converting and comparing in the world of the Great Haul period. They weren’t a powerful nation just because of their opportunistic tendencies when and before they formed.

  If the world felt satisfaction from Lymoca’s stance, with no other more perfect political entity to be the one to say it and face ANS off, then what of the Lys? What of the regions’ Lys? More so, what of Cors and Preato, who were added to ANS’s disgust for the Lys as allies regardless?

  They were emboldened! Before, they only dared to protest at ANS’s embassies, hurling insults and demanding respect. Be it Lymoca or Cors and Preato. Now? Now they threw trash there, especially plushies of rats, and stuck rat stickers on their walls.

  The symbol flags weren’t touched, but everything else turned into the peaceful demonstration of rage and not caring about one country’s acknowledgement to the peak.

  The people were already loud and emotional, but with Luis’s response, they became more; unified. Even Cors and Preato joined hands with Lys, turning to face the embassy and throwing, sticking, and demanding as much as they wanted. There was nothing to stop them, nothing to tell them that they were wrong for being who they were. And if there were, they had President Luis Heartez to defend them. Their respective region to back them. Heavensbane to threaten back… and Lymoca to unite against anything.

  ANS was shocked. Their congresspeople’s social media had been active, backing and agreeing with Garalf Stient’s sentiment, some words, the whole speech, and the intentions he showed… Until President Luis Heartez’s message spread to the world.

  They went silent, disappearing from every social media available, and even those livestreaming alone or a small press conference at the streets or a capitol ended abruptly. This was something else entirely… something different.

  The whole Moonblue trembled. All night and until morning, the world saw the resuming of the lye movement, which has been active since the 25th, back when Lys marched to SCJ’s building.

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  Everyone in the south united, for the first time. Not to war, but for the first time! Who knew such a simple effect and cause would be followed by a tremendous response from the people?

  If all of the south unified, if Lymoca became one, yet all of them at the same time, something as rare and fantastical… Then, wouldn’t Moonblue have an invincible force for the first time and in the world?

  … The next day, the world wondered what would happen. Lymoca wasn’t shy. Every single one of their politicians asked about the subject answered amply and quickly, casually showing how much they felt at ease. Their words backed by everyone who would face off ANS together.

  The President continued his day as usual, hosting the morning press conference, indirectly joking about ANS, and more so of the senator who spoke. Everyone just had their daily lives to continue, as usual as always, including Fox.

  He was in his healthroom, whereas some nurses just left his bed after giving his body massages. Needless to say, male nurses took care of the intimate regions. Any female nurse who tried to get touchy near them might be chopped off each of their limbs, and they were all special agents.

  Fox suckled onto the piece of orange in his mouth, engrossed reading the book in his hands before biting. He was a couple of dozen pages in, from the several hundred. As he looked at the book with all of his attention, he still didn’t miss Miros’s footsteps heading towards his healthroom.

  “Hey~!” Miros greeted out loud, stepping in before closing the door behind him. He looked at Fox being so concentrated and smirked, “Well, you might wonder why I am alone. Thing is, I remembered our old times and figured we could use some alone man to man time, Fox.”

  “…” Fox lifted his chin and looked at the sapphire-haired fella. He spoke indifferently as he returned his polycoria eyes to the book, “You were asked to make something by Elega, who was tasked by my wives. They went to pick it up, and you were sent here to make time?”

  “… Why are you so clever now!?” Miros stopped beside Fox’s bed, stared pausedly at Fox, and complained while sitting down, smashing the bag in his hand on the bed. A few oranges rolled out, which Fox quickly grabbed with his left hand. His ultra nails elongated to a 5 cm length to cut it at the middle. Peeling it perfectly.

  Despite this not being the first time he saw it, Miros was further startled. He shook his head and looked at Fox, whose eyes were far too interested in the archaic book to not be reading it. Miros’s squinted eyes suddenly widened as big as saucers while drawing his neck and upper back backwards at the same time.

  “Fox! You’re actually reading it!?” Miros asked, returning to the bed by crawling on it. Fox send his left palm, softly landing on Miros’s face, which the latter felt like a heavy mini-wall stopping him at once. Fox turned to him, face unbothered, “Is that the way to speak to your boss?”

  “Ah… sorry, sorry! Boss, can you read it?” Miros sat down like a dog with his hands before his open thighs, frowning a bit like he just found a new method to build microchips and needed a few sleepless nights to solidify it into reality.

  Fox nodded, almost absentminded, “I have been able since my return.”

  Fox lowered the book and thought, looking at the ceiling with upturned eyes before commenting, getting back to reading. “I think they brought me to rich beaches in Zyckevele before dragging me to SHC for a few days. Then, I think I went to the Luto Skerries and Preutorias. I won’t forget Preutorias’s smell of the sea and abundant fish markets.”

  “…” Miros was further startled… no, confused like crazy. He smiled, helpless but also accepting whatever was happening. He hugged his neck and waited.

  Fox read for a few minutes before remembering the ‘boy’ was still here. He glanced at Miros, his polycoria eyes seeming ruthless and uncaring. He closed the book, remembering the weight and touch difference to continue later where he left it. Then, he looked at Miros, tilting and grinning.

  “For starters, these records are called Ptlyente Records, I can confirm that now. This is… A ‘book’ that shouldn’t exist.” Fox paused. He seemed passionate, lost, and touched at the same time in Miros’s eyes, who tilted his head, slightly wondering what it was about.

  Fox looked at the silent boy, who now had puppy eyes and kept waiting. Fox grinned a bit, then suddenly said with a pair of huge balls, “You know, I think having a son would be good, too.”

  “…” Miros blushed, slowly realizing what he meant. Did he have this effect on Fox? From daughter-only, son-not caring, to possibly accepting having sons!? How much power did Miros have that he hadn’t noticed?!

  Pah. Fox hit Miros with the cover of the book. It wasn’t its physically attached cover, but one to store it so its state could be further immortalized. Miros rubbed the top of his head, nearly thinking his skull cracked open from thinking before seeing the harsh cover he made for it.

  “Don’t get stupid. Now, listen,” Fox looked down at the archaic book again. “The Ptlyente Records… is, believe it or not, kid— a history record since… the real first Sanctum Order.”

  … Fox and Miros talked a bit for several minutes before Miros became lost in the records written in the archaic book. Fox answered them one by one, but he hadn’t gotten anywhere deep. So far, the only thing he knew before returning was that there seemed to be various entities fighting.

  Now, however, it felt like only ‘one side’ of history was speaking to him, transmitted through who knew how many years… how many Sanctum Orders. There was a mention of various names, but these were from one same ‘other side’, one that, like this book, is to be recorded as time progresses.

  After all, the Ptlyente Record’s introduction alone was enough to shake Fox’s intrigue, which was practically nothing. All he cared about was nothing after Pheli, but only a family with Nala and Esmeralda before the archaic book.

  Now, there he was… ‘caring about the world’ to read this book. Whoever wrote it might be a person, but they carried the intentions of more than that. A civilization, most likely. But what about more than one country? Or even a supercontinent? Or even the long-lost supreme continents?

  This, at least to Fox, who seemed like the only living human able to comprehend it, was like it was the entire world’s hopes put into the heart of the future’s knowledge of their unknown past. This brought another question to him, other than still to be decided if the writings were authentic; how long has humanity lived?

  Yet, Fox was only a couple of dozen pages into the records, and he still had time and effort to read through it. But it came just in time, as he was meant to recuperate through movement, and harsh training at that. Fox wanted it. More so, his body required different training.

  Fox wasn’t reading like he would to words from this Sanctum Order. The book’s writings were like lines, waving slightly up and down, sometimes short and brief, but mostly long and continuing on to the next sentences below.

  Each tiny piece of those lines, from single to even quadruple below one another, were read by Fox as a letter from the known universal language. Fox had long gone from the disbelief of discovering he could now read everything in due time, a few seconds at most for some lines, to self-absorbed.

  Shortly after letting Miros know some more snippets, Nala, Esmeralda, and Colmillo arrived, carrying a mantled heavy object with them. Immediately, they brought it to Fox’s bed and revealed it. It was somewhat of a box, almost like a rectangle, but it had quite some tools…

  One of them was a needle, the other a pumping cylinder with a well-measured hole in the middle… Fox was devastated before he was told anything. Esme wore the smile of smiles, while Nala urged him to test it already with her natural expression.

  Soon, Colmillo excused herself, bringing Miros away. Fox heard something about her wanting to try it, too, even as the couple were already in an elevator back to the surface, from his bed.

  Then, Fox felt his blankets go away by Esmeralda’s evil hands before his body was abused. Nala and Esmeralda were tender, but that thing… that machine… it was diabolical. But so good!

  . . .

  That night, as Fox was to receive more massages, with his muscles spasming and the perpetrators leaving to conduct tests, ANS finally showed some sort of reply to south Moonblue.

  This time, Laen Worfield was the one to talk with the public. His title as spokesperson was further backed by the history he’s had as such. Even though there has been issues with him and Lymoca’s politicians before, senator Worfield still gained some ups when he reappeared.

  For example, he wasn’t immediately bashed when his press conference began, just as night hit every part of Moonblue, and the skies were black. It took some 3 extra minutes for that to happen, giving his press conference a bit of clarity, free of insults.

  From then on, it was Lymoca being Lymoca. Their people were never forgiving. ANS, and anything that came from them, was to be trashed publicly, except their common people.

  The press conference was about ANS talking to its people. It was a new face, especially since it only happens in the last year of a term. Many discoveries were revealed, such as the possible need to lower the amount of credits earned each year, all so their taxes wouldn’t increase too much. The rest was an accurate, detailed list of information why this was happening.

  Another surprise came when, the next day, ANS showed up again to talk to their people. However, it wasn’t just their people anymore. After speaking of some more difficulties, such as the lack of technology for vehicles for the following 30 years, and the decreasing manpower and opportunities. They spoke to other countries, rather indirectly.

  The EPA Commonwealth was addressed first, formally apologizing for their unjust targeting towards their commonwealth. Each of the members, Estuardios, Preutorias, and Apreus, were never cherished by ANS despite their closeness, even as they were the most important ‘dividing’ line between the east and the west.

  ANS officially talked about this after more than 2 centuries, finally giving some following to the issue that seems to be one of the many elephants in the rooms ANS will be present. As the press conference continued, the 3 presidential representatives of the EPA Commonwealth shared their thoughts on social media, willing to talk and begin at least a neutral relationship.

  Next, even the warring countries were spoken about, except KAA and Zyckevele. Now, it seemed like ANS deliberately closed in on their status as the always known yet never spoken bully of the lesser countries. Whichever nation wasn’t strong enough and didn’t put up a bit of sovereignty would always remain below their sight.

  Said nations’ presidents responded in kind, just like the EPA Commonwealth did. That was a great example to follow, worthy of the Humane Key many seem to always remind from their nation or as their hope to become and transition into.

  Then, the third day came, or night. The world was suddenly casually observing, intrigued to know what else ANS has to surprise the world with.

  This time, Garalf Stient and none other but president Gant Comfor appeared in a group with uniformed guards behind and to the sides. The world watched the president look at Garalf and chat him up, patting his arm for a few times before walking to the podium.

  “Good night, citizens of my beautiful nation, and people of the world.” Gant began. He lowered his head before speaking, his tone becoming heavier with every spoken word, “As the senator, Garalf Stient, mentioned before. There are many thoughts about Lymoca from ANS. My country has been bleeding for the last time. All because they have participated in wars that only benefitted them more and more.”

  “Since that is what they want, they have been wanting… and what they wanted.” Gant’s words suddenly made anyone watching realize something, and it was morbid. “We will give them more of what they like. The Aggregated Nation States of Moonblue declare war on the tyrants of Moonblue, Lymoca!”

  Said the ANS president with venomous intent when he uttered the unnameable ‘Lymoca’.

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