Troubles that humans brought to Hope
Not all humans are created equal. In fact, some of us shouldn’t have been created at all. While most of the colonists who traveled to their third planet were good people, a few were pure evil. And what is worse, those evil males’ dominant DNA left no chance of a son or daughter being anything but evil as well. No matter the pairing, their DNA would dominate all offspring.
Had the fairies been aware of their existence among the colonists, they would have destroyed them at once, but many of the evil men hid their dark souls.
However, their clever and ruthless nature enabled them to become king of their holds, and others to spread out among other holds and take control of all businesses within a hold. These men called themselves the Black Mafia.
Rana is only sixteen when she becomes queen. Her first challenge is to quell an internal coup while a massive army storms the gates of her castle. Her enemies believe her to be a child, but she has powers they’ve never suspected. She also has great dreams for her people, and she will do whatever is necessary to make them happen, even marrying a prince she does not want.
Rana pushed in. “King Allan, I am only slightly knowledgeable about Firehold. If they lose their army, how will that impact their hold?”
“Can you not get your history lessons later? My father needs his rest!” Seren snapped.
King Allan stopped his son’s rant. “This decision cannot wait, Seren. I have ordered my general to kill them all, but Rana’s question gives me pause. I will tell you more about the hold, but let me talk to my general first.”
The screen went blank.
“What now!” Seren yelled.
“Your father has placed us on pause,” Ditter explained and pressed his hand on Seren’s shoulder. “King Allan is alive. Just relax. All is well.”
He then looked at Rana. “Firehold does not have a separate army. All the men fight, as well as most of the women who are not pregnant or have babies.
Their hold began as a prison where the original colonists sent those they felt were damaging their chance of survival. Unfortunately, as the number of inmates grew, the more violent the group became, and in the tenth year of its existence, they broke free.”
Rana was shocked that her history classes mentioned none of this.
“They immediately attacked the closest holds, since they had neither food nor water. None of the holds had soldiers back then. Even their police forces were very small.” His eyes darkened with despair. “Only a few women survived the invasions, and I’m certain they would have preferred to die.”
Seren frowned. “Why was I not taught this in history?”
“Because a truce was made with the prisoners that nothing would be mentioned of their past if they would stop killing. Instead, each hold agreed to accept twenty of the men into their own, find them work, and ‘reform’ them.”
“Then why is there a Firehold?”
“Because these men did not wish to reform. So they created a new hold. They are the reason all holds have armies now. They are also the reason why all holds have corruption within their ranks.”
He then smiled at Collins. “Only your general is very determined to purge the cancer from your holds.”
She appreciated the approbation of her general, but remained focused on Ditter. “Has any good person ever come from Firehold?”
“No, genetically, they are programmed to prey on the weak.”
When the King returned, his brow was furrowed. “Since it is your soldiers who prevents the Firehold army from retreating and saving themselves, you should have a part in the decision I’ve made. So I’ve asked my general to stop eliminating the Firehold army until I can explain the reason for my seemingly heartless action.” He closed his eyes a moment and breathed in deep.
“Every year we lose about a hundred good, hardworking men who carry our crystals to other holds. We also lose the crystal, but the pointless loss of the men is what angers me the most. Firehold has no reason to kill my drivers. They are told not to resist if they are held up by thieves. But they die all the same, in gruesome and painful manners such as having their skin pulled from their flesh while they are still alive.”
The idea of being alive while someone ripped off her flesh made Rana tremble in horror.
Seren covered her hand as he spoke. “Father, Rana does not need to hear this. She is barely a woman.”
“I agree with you, King Allan” Rana spoke, ignoring Seren’s insulting words. “They should all be eliminated. It will be better for the prosperity of our holds.”
RANA: TEENAGE QUEEN
About the Author
Liza O’Connor lives in Denville, NJ with her dog Jess. They hike in fabulous woods every day, rain or shine, sleet or snow. Having an adventurous nature, she learned to fly small Cessnas in NJ, hang-glide in New Zealand, kayak in Pennsylvania, ski in New York, scuba dive with great white sharks in Australia, dig up dinosaur bones in Montana, sky dive in Indiana, and raft a class four river in Tasmania. She’s an avid gardener, amateur photographer, and dabbler in watercolors and graphic arts. Yet through her entire life, her first love has and always will be writing novels.