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B1 — 23. The Makings Of An Empire
🕑 Added 2020-02-14 09:27:56 +0000 UTCNote: I did a massive revision to this chapter. I've been meaning to do it now for a while to make it less stiff and boring. I hope it's more entertaining with the things I cut, condensed, and added.
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Elinor followed the guards through the tunnels; they turned to glance at her every once in a while, quickly returning their focus to the front as they caught sight of the burning spider and ape. Te’la had slowly stopped quivering but hadn’t spoken since she’d released Lesser Aura of Supremacy.
After a few minutes, they heard soft echoes down branching hallways; the passageways were shockingly level, and if there was a descent or ascent, it was a smooth transition. Several Yaltha’ma caught sight of them as they passed further into the maze, and upon seeing the Undead Thélméthra, followed with low mutters.
They swallowed nervously, eyes darting to the Thélméthra before eventually quickening their pace without a word, tongues likely still stuck to the roof of their mouths.
The Witch’s smile returned as the Yaltha’ma broke into a run. “Now we’re talking; we’ll get there in no time!”
“You did say we were on a clock,” Elinor commented, watching their thin muscles work from her skeletal throne, air pressure flattening their colorful feathers. She was beginning to notice wet brown spots along the ground, mirroring the patterns overhead.
“That we are!” Turning back to her, Tiffany pointed up at the glowing ceiling; the volume of her voice increased to compensate for the strangely salted air rushing past them. “Pretty, wouldn’t you say?”
Her focus lifted to Te’la as she whispered, “It’s our food.”
“You’ve found your voice!” Tiffany commented, her soft tone echoing in the tunnel. “Food, you say?”
“Mhm?” Te’la mumbled, fingers hugging the ape’s color bone in a death grip.
Tiffany shifted her back against the hand she sat on with a light hum. “How interesting. You must have developed an immunity to their poison; of course, these types of glow worms might not be poisonous…”
Elinor noticed strange insects beginning to appear around the area, floating like gnats, but avoiding them entirely as they passed.
The Witch trailed off as a group of forty or more Yaltha’ma emerged from around the corner, but everyone’s focus darted to Elinor’s guides as they desperately tried to stop, claws shooting out; it was too late, their legs gave way.
Tiffany winced, whispering, “Oof!”
The five Yaltha’ma rolled across the ground in a fit of grunts and cries, stopping in a tangled heap before the confused crowd.
Her Quen’Talrat was sharp as a tack, reacting in that split second to quickly adjust their momentum, easing the g-forces that struck Elinor and Tiffany while coming to a halt along the left wall to the throng.
It was surprisingly quiet as the five small feathered monkeys struggled to right themselves; Elinor and Tiffany’s focus moved from the recovering creatures to the group. They mirrored their example.
“A welcoming party?” Tiffany questioned, tilting her head with a perplexed smile while adjusting her hair.
The five Yaltha’ma found their voices and instantly started babbling.
“El’co! The Forsaken One…”
“Te’la was right!”
“What should the Hidden Ones do?”
“Elinor is so powerful!”
A Yaltha’ma with faded feathers and a scarred left ear, mumbled, “How… How is this possible…” Her tone was as elderly as El’Ra’Ca’s.
Elinor ordered both her skeletal ape and spider to stand tall. She crossed her legs, leaning back against her minion’s long skeletal fingers to give them an appraising stare; Tiffany followed her example, folding her hands across her lap as she waited for the scene to play out.
The Hidden Ones around them hushed, observing the reanimated Thélméthra, and they slowly inching forward, cautiously circling it.
Elinor spoke in the ensuing silence as they hovered at the edges of the corridor. “How long will you hide your face from me, El’co? Are you afraid?”
She watched several of the creatures lick their lips nervously, prancing back and forth, likely trying to decide if it was best to run; the fear was palpable with the low whimpers, and their tails and ears tucked back. However, after a moment, the elderly leader stepped out, ears laid back and tail low as she approached.
“El’co was warned by Te’la … El’co sees Te’la atop the flaming Quen’Talrat; El’co doubted Te’la, and—and El’co is regretful of El’co’s decision. Is—is such a thing possible? Can Elinor bring back the Forsaken Ones?”
“What has Te’la told you about me?”
Te’la flinched as she focused on her ghostly green irises, likely thinking her account was being brought into question.
“That—there is a mighty one that has descended upon the Yaltha’ma … the leader over the dead—one that is above the White God… even the Forsaken Ones. Empress Elinor, The Empress of the Dead—is what Te’la told El’co … El’co is to bring Elinor to the Shrine of the Queen—to the remains of the Queen and the Queen’s daughters.”
Elinor’s eyes sparkled, and she refrained from licking her lips, but couldn’t help sitting a little forward with the revelation. “The Queen, and her daughters?” she emphasized.
“How fortuitous!” Tiffany clapped, causing El’co to jump and a lump to drop down her throat.
“Y-Yes … the Hidden Ones f-found the—have protected the remains since—since El’co organized the search party to recover the Queen’s legacy. The Hidden Ones have done everything…”
This is perfect, Tiffany!
“Yes, we don’t have a moment to spare; your energy is draining rapidly.”
Cutting the El off, Elinor said, “We must go to the shrine as soon as possible. Lead the way.”
“El’co understands, but—but the Hidden Ones must…”
On command, she was raised further into the air, near the glowing worms above. Her bright irises appraised the cowering creatures before her. “Are you unconvinced of my power or your place within my Empire?”
“W-What is the Hidden Ones’ place—E-Empress?”
Elinor took a long breath, closing her eyes for a moment; she added a warm smile. “That is a perfectly reasonable question. Gather around and relax a little. I will tell you what your place is within my Empire, but we must be swift.”
Rushing things will only cause issues. Right, Tiffany?
“Well, that is a possibility, but I don’t see how your first approach was necessarily bad. Let’s see … a quick examination on Empire building—I should have explained this first.” She gave a short chuckle.
Tiffany quickly explained the gist of her thoughts, giving her a framework of what to say as the small creatures looked up at her with worry, likely concerned about their futures.
Flipping her legs the opposite way, Elinor had her minion lower her to a level that they could more easily gaze upon her. Clearing her throat, she said, “The Hidden Ones have done a wonderful service for me and the Thélméthra, the true name for the ones you call Forsaken.”
There were excited whispers at her words as they shifted upon the ground, mumbling to one another about the discovery of the long lost name.
“I’m happy with what you’ve accomplished … the sacrifices you’ve made have not been in vain; the memories of your loved ones will live on within your hearts and the values … the traditions you’ve passed down.”
Turning to smile at them, she guided her minion’s hand to the smooth stone floor to stand; she walked to the front row of the Hidden Ones with a soft smile. “Hiding away in these caves … unable to see the stars and dreaming of being free to live without worry of being killed for your beliefs. I’ve come to answer those prayers,” she said, bending down to stroke one of the fox’s heads.
“I’m here to take you to those dreams, and far away from those terrible memories. I’m here to hold you in my arms and guide you to a place higher than you could possibly imagine.”
Elinor straightened, and a male whispered, “E-Empress Elinor—the Empress will really do that for The Hidden Ones?”
Her smile appeared genuine, and in truth, she honestly wished to better these creatures’ lives. They’d done nothing but wait patiently for someone to take them by the hand and lead them to happiness, holding onto a belief that something could help them combat this cruel world.
“I am Empress Elinor, and I rule an Undying Empire; I am the military might, and all those that follow me will be safe. If you serve me faithfully, then you will no longer fear the outside world, and my Empire will thrive with your aid. Become one with something larger than yourself, become a citizen of my Empire.”
There was a moment of silence before questions began flying around, and they began to crowd her.
“How does Ti’ku become a citizen?”
“Ul’to wishes to be a citizen!”
“Praise be to the Empress!”
“The Savior has come!”
“Ge’la wants to be useful to the Empire!”
Looking back at the Witch, Elinor watched her former mother laugh softly, observing the clamoring throng of hopeful believers. “Such simple creatures. Now, you can transition. I’ll explain it further as we go; what you’ve gained is control.”
Elinor was about to thank her Royal Ritualist and advisor but quickly caught herself, knowing Tiffany’s support was something natural to the woman. Gratitude was best shown through the use of her advice.
“Settle down,” Elinor said with a light giggle. It took half a minute for the excited foxes to regain control of themselves, but it was almost unanimous; they darted back, turned to face her, and bowed their heads with respect, waiting, leaving only one to stand.
El’co’s pink tongue slid across her lips as she glanced back at her people before looking up at her. “El’co doesn’t wish to be—to be i-impertinent … what about the Yaltha’ma of the White God? The Hidden Ones are small … the Hidden Ones are hated,” she whispered, head held low as she nervously scratched her left ear.
Her soft smile still compassionate, Elinor walked forward and bent down to her level. “I’ve made it very clear; there is no longer the Yaltha’ma of the White God or Yaltha’ma of the Thélméthra; there is only the Yaltha’ma of Empress Elinor. Everyone within the Empire is under me, and under me, there is protection.”
“El’co may—even El’co’s brother?”
“Don’t tell me,” Tiffany giggled, causing the elderly leader’s head to snap toward her, eyes wide with hope. “No, it couldn’t be … but if she figured out how to read the Quen’Talrat language, perhaps it isn’t so far fetched.”
“Don’t be afraid,” Elinor whispered, stroking her ruffled neck. “Your brother is El’Ra’Ca, isn’t it?”
“El’Ra’Ca … El’co’s brother … El’Ra’Ca revoked El’co’s Ca … saying El’co disrespected the proud Ca name.”
Elinor released a soft sigh. “I’m here to set you all free … El’Co’Ca, you no longer need to shoulder that burden. Both you and your brother have now united again; within the Empire, you are family once more.”
Tears fell down El’Co’Ca’s cheeks. “El … words fail El’Co’Ca—Empress Elinor.”
“No need,” Elinor replied as she straightened, still following Tiffany’s amused tone in her head. “Today is a day of atonement. Let us go to the shrine. The Queen and her children have been waiting for long enough for their chance to recount their tale.”
“Of course,” El’Co’Ca sniffed, trying to hold back her tears. “P-Please, follow El’Co’Ca—Empress.”
It worked perfectly, Tiffany.
“Yes, well, they’re rather simple creatures, and it does fit into your overall plan,” she chuckled.
They do seem rather fervent. Elinor mused.
“Mmh, there are five means by which an Empire exerts its influence over its people. Although, note that the Undead are entirely different because of our undying loyalty.
“It is the creatures like these that you wish to assimilate into the Empire where these principles will come into play, which is actually an exquisite didactic opportunity, I suppose, since you are getting into cause and effect.” She mused.
Elinor hummed softly. Because all of my minions exist solely to fulfill my wishes, right?
“Right, and if this is an experiment you wish to exercise, then how amusing it will be.” Tiffany chimed.
She kept a neutral expression as she listened to her advisor comment on the situation and shared the wisdom granted to her.
“Ahem … as I was saying, the five means of control which an Empire may employ to gain the obedience of its citizens are terror, propaganda, self-governance, preferentiality, and assimilation.
“However, your military and power far exceed the means of normal Empires. Therefore, these principles mark how you wish your subjects to feel about the Empire. We used a mix of all those means of control; the fear of not being a part of a group is quite the terror, and now, they’re citizens of the Empire.”
Elinor’s mind returned to how she had left her relationship with her friends back at school. I started to feel that fear.
“Well,” Tiffany took a quick breath before turning back to the Yaltha’ma, shifting the conversation away from her former fears. “They obviously fear you, and being left out, but that also breeds resentment over time, which can backfire, if not curtailed. Eventually, they’ll see the price for inclusion and obedience, among other things, is too high, and sacrificing their lives is an equivalent exchange for their chance at freedom to do as they please. It falls apart when death is preferred to living under the Empire.”
I don’t quite see that being an issue with these little guys.
“Quite! Second, propaganda is lovely, and if it’s based in transparency with the accomplishments of the Empire, it thrives as the people relish being a part of something greater than themselves. However, if there are setbacks or bad decisions with transparency, then the leadership can be questioned, and revolts happen.”
Then, is lying the best option when faced with a defeat? Because I doubt we’ll have a perfect track record.
“Eh, we shall see,” Tiffany mumbled. She paused for a moment, lips tightening while thinking. “Mmh, if you instill lies as propaganda, then it is only a matter of time before the facts come to light and the legitimacy of the populace to put their faith in their leader falters. Doubt is the antithesis of propaganda; you need them to have confidence and hope to keep them complacent with their lives or fear of living outside the safety of their nation for propaganda to flourish.
“The Empire is the primary source of information, and we control the communication devices; we will be informing them about the borders and diplomatic news, not a third source. However, there will likely be instances of the occasional traveler that will give some news, which usually isn’t terrible unless it’s a major event, and they can provide more proof than the citizens have faith in the Empire.”
She lifted an eyebrow while observing the bouncing tails and waving feathers of the small creatures. “I doubt these sweet creatures will believe some random traveler over you, but it isn’t impossible. I could craft a Ritual to bind their loyalty more to the Empire. Still, in essence, most Empires choose to publicize the wins and meticulously cover-up or downplay the losses while keeping those that travel through their land heavily restricted, such as North Korea.
“That being said, a little transparency with the State’s mistakes goes a long way to curbing suspicion, showing there is a chance of failure, but everything is going much better than the alternative, and they can easily come back from this setback.”
Elinor hummed thoughtfully as she glanced over at the Thélméthra, telling it to run across the vertical walls to see if it could climb them, and to her delight, it could.
So, should I let them know that we have a lot of work to do? They’ll feel like they have a goal to work toward, and they’re contributing to the betterment of their lives. I mean, you already basically had me tell them that in the first place.
“Most definitely! Any rational creature … well, I assume that every intelligent beast needs a purpose and place, but I’m sure there are exceptions in this vast existence. As I stated before, Kierkegaard wrote that creatures need to struggle, at least a little.
“We’re evolutionary creatures of a violent biological history, and we need to feel the sweat of labor; it’s a fascinating drive within us that if curbed breeds depression. They’ll love to take part in the restoration of the fortress; wonderful propaganda, they’re contributing to building their own home.
She smiled while watching the throng work hard at keeping a fast pace, contacting Edmon through their link. “Edmon, do you have an example of self-governance and why it’s so important?”
Tiffany’s cheeks bunched to the side as she lifted an eyebrow. “Yes, Edmon, what example would you bring up? I would talk about the United States and the complex dynamic they share with the Federal Government.”
“Eh, hmm, give me a moment to finish giving a group of Yaltha’ma an assignment,” Edmon muttered.
“You’re just caught off-guard,” Tiffany teased. “I doubt you have any input worth noting, to begin with; maybe you should stick to building plans.”
Edmon only replied with several puffs of amusement, taking a few more seconds before clearing his throat. “To be clear, Tiffany, that conversation you mentioned?”
“My examination of…”
“Yes, yes,” Edmon grunted. “It’s boring.”
Tiffany’s dark eyebrows drew together, mouth dropping open. “Excuse me; I’m boring?”
“Something about the U.S. and government or politics? Yes, boring.”
“Well, then,” Tiffany fumed. “What’s your expert topic of self-governance?”
Elinor just listened with a small smirk, knowing she shared a bit of Edmon’s opinion on some of Tiffany’s rants.
“Self-governance? That’s easy; teenagers. Enough said; can I get back to work?”
“I … umm,” Tiffany’s nose twisted as her arms tightened under her chest. “Teenagers?”
I like that answer. Elinor chimed in. I can get behind the concept with my own experience.
“Right…” Tiffany mumbled. “We’ll save the governance side of it for later, then,” she grumbled.
Tiffany breathed out a long breath while fingering the underside of her bra. “You know, talking about historical accounts would have been so much fun, but I suppose we are in a bit of a rush, and there’s more to discuss. David Shannon once wrote, life is not simple, and therefore, history, which is a part of life, is not simple.
“You cannot apply Occam’s Razor to history, no matter how hard you try, and there were some interesting things your mother found during her many studies of the past. Most truth is usually found in the middle of opposing opinions on a subject.”
Tiffany licked her lips, eyes alight with excitement, but Elinor quickly shut her little detour down. Could we move onto the next point? I think Edmon’s statement tells me how vital self-governance really is.
“I… very well,” Tiffany conceded, features dropping in defeat.
“So,” Edmon slowly cut in, causing Tiffany’s face to turn rosen; she’d definitely forgotten he was still listening. “Should I just get back to the gatehouse?”
“Yes, you can leave,” Tiffany snapped, showing a bit of embarrassment in her tone, causing her lips to tighten.
“Right … well, just ring if you need me,” he chuckled, cutting the connection.
“Right, well … propaganda can quell rebellions or give rise to them, distorts the truth, and pushes ideas like the machine of religion. How prevalent the belief is, shows how zealous you can make people without them even being aware.”
I believe we already covered propaganda. Elinor chuckled.
Her voice trailed off as they moved from the smooth tunnels to a crystal clear underground lake, spanning a vast distance with pillars, stalagmites, and stalactites running along the ceiling and dry sections of the floor. Unusual fish with massive eyes and strange glowing colors dotted the pool, weaving slowly through the liquid.
Elinor’s focus moved to the cavern’s far end, where a thin layer of tinted mist obscured the opposite side, making the cave seem larger than it probably was.
The view momentarily caught both her and Tiffany’s interest while they swiftly moved past the area; their guides didn’t even glance at the scene, racing toward one of the several openings to descend into another cave opening.
“How pretty,” Tiffany said, voice practically bubbling with the desire to check it out. “It really is a shame we’re pressed on time. This world has such mysteries to explore!”
It really does. Elinor whispered.
“Ahem … right, so, eh—where was I?”
Getting a little off track. Elinor said with a quick smile in her direction.
“Guilty,” She said with a weak chuckle. “Oh,” she cleared her throat. “Did we talk about borders in relation to self-governance, and how far we should allow freedom of travel?”
No, but is it really that important? Elinor questioned; the bizarre cavern still keeping her focus. I understand the problems with the citizens gaining information from outside sources in regards to countering our propaganda, which ties to self-governance, and the freedoms I allow.
You’ve hammered home the need for their culture to be somehow incorporated into their Empire experience, but with your mention of North Korea, I’m not entirely sold on the idea of closed borders. If someone wishes to be a part of my Empire and receive that protection, they have the right if they choose to follow my rule, and if not, they can leave my land.
Her vision narrowed, falling to the damp stone floor. I will carve my own nation out of this world, and take what I need to make my Empire thrive. I will align with kingdoms or countries that choose to offer a hand and crush those that offer a sword.
“We need to be careful … speaking of North Korea, yes, they do use the closed borders strategy, and in the nineties, if you tried to skip the border, then you’d be killed, and they force everyone over the age of twelve to watch as a reminder to never attempt to flee the country.
Elinor’s brow creased. Seems a little extreme, even for a tyrant.
“Effective, actually! Fear of an individual can be overcome; fighting is worth more than dying; it’s a ruthless yet productive ultimatum!”
Tiffany released a short sigh. “Edmon…”
“Woman … I’m busy with a lot of stuff. What is it?” He groaned.
Actually, Elinor cleared her throat. I wished to ask you about borders.
Edmon’s tone instantly changed, causing Tiffany’s lips to lift into a smirk. “Of course, Empress. What is your question?”
Tiffany has been talking to me about how to build my Empire, and she’s brought up North Korea as an example of closed borders. I remember my father explaining a bit about it before and was wondering how you saw the topic.
“I see,” he paused for a moment before clearing his throat. “You wish to create a nation of many people, an Empire, and Empires generally cannot function properly without trade. I would not shut out the world, personally, but that means there will need to be strict border controls in place.
“Some people are very reductive when it comes to the topic; borders exist because they are a physical manifestation of shared, or even more importantly, unshared values.” His tone became crisp. “It’s not like someone just decided to place a line down on a paper for no reason, it’s because that line represents the values that you’re expected to live by once crossing.”
Tiffany spoke up. “For instance, you cannot attack citizens beyond this line, or you can’t make them your slave! We wouldn’t want other nations coming into our land and snatching people away.”
“Right,” Edmon muttered. “The reason for an immigration process is to ensure that those people will share the same values that are expected within that nation, and they’re willing to follow the laws required of them…” He trailed off with a low growl as Tiffany cut in again.
“Of course, there’s also the issue of documentation for taxes, quarantine for diseases, and many other reasons people tend to forget until something bad happens, but that’s just more details in an endless list of benefits. That is one reason why there is a citizenship oath … or a Ritual, that I’d personally create, and boundaries that I’d set observation points at to monitor who’s coming in and out.
“When we left, the United States was the largest immigration intake country in the world, which isn’t always a good thing; moderation in all things, and you can only care for what you can support.”
When she stopped, Edmon dryly asked, “It seems you have this conversation covered, Tiffany. Why don’t you just finish it off?”
“I’m just trying to be thorough,” she defended with a short huff.
Elinor cut in with a short sigh. I suppose you’re both right; we do need to be careful with how we handle our borders and citizens leaving or entering. Let’s move onto the fourth point.
“Which is?” Edmon asked respectfully.
“Preferentiality,” Tiffany chimed. “People within your nation receive the majority of the wealth within that Empire, not other countries. It’s the same aspect of first putting your mask on in a crashing plane before helping someone else. You can’t help if you’re starving yourself; it’s a very short term project to give everything you own to a people that aren’t producing anything in the first place.
“People want to be taken care of, and if you can take care of your hard-working citizens, then they’ll love you and offer what they can to the rest of the world. Edmon?”
“Hmm, a government generally takes certain weights or responsibilities and hardships off the shoulders of its citizens; it’s what it was designed for, and helping other nations can also put your citizens’ conscience at ease, as Tiffany was likely about to say.”
Tiffany huffed, glaring over at the wall, and Edmon continued. “However, your citizens must take priority as citizens of that nation, that the leader swore an oath to protect first. Tiffany?”
“Ahem, right, well, that, and most governments aren’t that efficient, which can cause massive economic, health, and safety concerns.”
“The point being,” Edmon muttered, “just because an Empire can do something, doesn’t mean it should or that it would be most beneficial to its citizens. People want the right to eat what they want, but there are some countries that don’t afford that right to people. It depends on how you want your subjects to view you.”
“Oh, we need to hurry this along,” Tiffany chimed. “I believe we’re getting close to ending our little game of tag.”
“How would you know that?” Edmon questioned with a deep chuckle. “Didn’t you tell me the place was a maze, and it’s not like you’ve been there.”
A hint of annoyance touched Tiffany’s voice. “Call it an educated guess; do you want to make a bet on it? Hmm?”
“I’d rather not after the last experience,” Edmon grumbled.
“I did win before, didn’t I?” Tiffany gloated, and when Edmon didn’t respond, continued, tone brightening. “Leading us to the final point, assimilation. Now, I would recommend we let these races keep aspects of their culture, but also give them something to assimilate with their lifestyle to imprint the Empire within their minds.”
A lot of these seem to connect together, Elinor whispered. We touched a bit on this earlier.
“True, but they all play off each other. Many Americans identify with their cultural roots and backgrounds from Scottish to British to Spanish. People like being connected to their culture, and if you can incorporate that with the Empire, then it will be that much stronger!
“I’ve been doing a bit of thought on their religious beliefs,” she muttered. “I’ll have to look further into it, though; give me a day or so to get the proper information.”
There’s so much to learn with building an Empire. I suppose we’ll just have to take it one step at a time … We’ll have to discuss the details as events pop up over time; it seems like we’re coming up on the shrine.
“Finally! I’m so excited!” Tiffany squealed. “The Queen and her daughters must join us! They must!”
Why are you so wound up about them … wait, let me guess … you got the dress-up addiction of my mother…
“Guilty!”
Elinor released a tired chuckle, recalling all the times her mother had dragged her around stores to doll her up and take pictures; she might as well be a fashion model with the number of photo albums her mother had created.
It took another minute before they entered the shrine, and Elinor spent the time looking at her spider minion, trying to conceptualize how the Witch would try to mold the creatures into something pretty, but it was turning out utterly terrifying in her mind. She kept thinking about half-human and spider monsters with multiple eyes, mandibles, and big crystal-like butts.
Her attention snapped back to El’Co’Ca as she panted, “The—the shrine—up ahead, Empress—Elinor,” she swallowed, trying to ease her pumping heart and lungs.
It was clear that the elderly Yaltha’ma had been pushing herself to get her here as fast as possible, and what greeted her was magical.
The room was well lit by massive jagged spikes of green and blue crystals that emitted a mysterious glow and light colorful mist; the fog didn’t extend too far past the structures but gave a mystical feel to the expansive room.
The cavern was at least seven meters high, and twenty meters wide. It was in a circular shape with broken Thélméthra bodies littering the stony floor, framed by the crystals where four giant corpses sat, mostly intact; each one was notably different in shape and color than the throng of crushed bodies.
Elinor’s eyes passed over the three smaller Thélméthra that were probably the Queen’s daughters; they surrounded a slightly larger spider-like figure, likely their mother.
To the far left was the smallest of the sisters. She had a black body with a white cross that was noticeably brighter than her mother’s shade, running across the top of her back; her backside was larger in comparison to her body than the others. She was a bit more curved, with less rigidity to her structure.
Right of the smallest was a colorful spider; her dark and light blue exoskeleton was spotted with three pink diamonds and a gold teardrop in the center of the middle plate on her butt. She was less rigid than the third and slimmer than her siblings.
The third sister had the sharpest features with the thickest looking exoskeleton; she was covered with deep red thorny vine-like designs, snaking around her abdomen. It almost appeared like she was more of a stalker than a trapper.
The one she assumed was the Queen sat in the center; despite being battered and broken, she still managed to express her beauty and elegance in death.
Elinor’s eyes slid down her fragmented torso and abdomen, decorated in large red and gold flower-like designs of different hues with a mixed glossy white and black body. Her steel-like exoskeleton appeared to be made out of the same metallic-like material as the rest of her kind, and with Ke’Thra’Ma’s recount, was no doubt harder than steel. However, two of the plates on the Queen’s back were missing, and parts of her hard outer casing were fractured, showing cracks spiderwebbing across her body.
Elinor took a deep breath. Here we go … what will a Spider Queen be like?
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Comments
SME
Thank you, I'm just about to update this chapter with those corrections and going to release the next chapter in TO. =))
Denis Dube
Pillars of empire building 101, travel edition. Rather light on the action, but I'm looking forward to how the queen resurrection goes. Hopefully better than that ape with the inflated ego. Having trouble with "majority and wealth" in: "people within your nation receive the majority and wealth of that Empire before other countries." Quarantine, "quaranteen for diseases" Account, "Te’la flinched, likely thinking that her recount was being brought into question."
SME
Thank you for making me aware! O_o I found a few spelling errors while going through it again, and added a few parts to better clarify the point. ^_^7 Cheers.
SME
Hmm, k, I’ll revisit the topic and see about making it more concise and see if I can discuss both sides better. The point being, things are not simply single faceted and you need to look at all the aspects of a conflict to see the other’s point of views. I did think when I wrote it Tiffany went into a few areas other than slavery like economics, world culture, and how slavery being bad was an up and rising thought around the world. Most cultures practiced it and how a people need something to replace and draw back on to a root of their past. The African American culture does the same thing going back to their culture and it’s not centralized around a single thing, but multiple. I’ll put a bit more time into rehashing the discussion from Tiffany’s point of view and connect it better to the discussion on culture and other aspects of the binding of an Empire. I try to take my bias out of everything and give an explanation from another point of view and I have had people get extremely upset because of it, but I just try to look at things through all windows to get a clearer picture outside of mainstream thought. Thanks for sharing your concerns 😊
Jacob
The detour into defending the South was a bit weird. For one thing, after saying the war wasn’t just about slavery, Tiffany didn’t give any other reason. Explaining WHY (in the kindest possible way) white southerners wanted to keep slavery, I.e. the economy, does not refute the premise that the war was fought over slavery. Also, the line where Tiffany compares people who CHOOSE to believe in and show the Confederate flag to African Americans or Asians is, I’m sorry but I think this is important to say, incredibly stupid. Judging a person for their beliefs and actions simply is not comparable to judging someone for how they were born. It makes no logical sense. And finally, and maybe this was intentional, Tiffany completely missed the opportunity to describe how the cultures in the North and South fought over this issue for 80 years, getting angrier and forming/changing their in and out groups over time, losing cohesion, all to randomly defend the South. There is a lot that would have been relevant to the discussion; defending the South’s motivations actually isn’t relevant to discussing how an Empire stays together, it’s much too specific.
