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:''"Melkiar!" | :''"Melkiar!" | ||
| − | The redhead, in her birthday suit, came storming into the room, jumped, arms out, over Varran and caught Melkiar's shoulders in flight. Both fell noisily into the water and almost drowned a Belenor lost in his thoughts. With his lungs full of water, the Fyros turned around and grabbed the edge of the pool, determined to avoid the next wave. But at the same time, the ceiling darkened. His heart stopped as he saw Garius, his legs curled up against his chest, levitating above the water. The tidal wave that followed was terrible and emptied much of the pool. If laughter broke out, Melkiar, back on his | + | The redhead, in her birthday suit, came storming into the room, jumped, arms out, over Varran and caught Melkiar's shoulders in flight. Both fell noisily into the water and almost drowned a Belenor lost in his thoughts. With his lungs full of water, the Fyros turned around and grabbed the edge of the pool, determined to avoid the next wave. But at the same time, the ceiling darkened. His heart stopped as he saw Garius, his legs curled up against his chest, levitating above the water. The tidal wave that followed was terrible and emptied much of the pool. If laughter broke out, Melkiar, back on his islet, tried to keep his composure. |
| − | "You are really children. You know how irresponsible it is to waste water," he said, trying not to smile. | + | :''"You are really children. You know how irresponsible it is to waste water," he said, trying not to smile." |
| − | + | :''"Yes, you really are kids." | |
Everyone turned their heads. With her legs slightly apart and her hands resting on her chiseled hips, Xynala looked at her comrades with a snide look. And like them, she was totally naked. | Everyone turned their heads. With her legs slightly apart and her hands resting on her chiseled hips, Xynala looked at her comrades with a snide look. And like them, she was totally naked. | ||
More than a social norm, the acceptance of nudity and gender mixing was part of a political strategy that was almost two centuries old. Indeed, before the foundation of the Empire in 2275, the Fyros were divided into a multitude of nomadic tribes competing for the territories best supplied with water and fire. When, after a long military campaign, Dyros the Great, the first emperor of the Fyros people, succeeded in subjugating many of these tribes, the will to unite them led the young sharükos to elaborate, with his advisors, the principles known as the "Four Pillars of the Empire" which soon became the values shared by all Fyros: Truth, Honor, Discipline and Justice. For all that, Dyros knew that a simple motto would not be enough to contain the ardor of his new subjects, who were more accustomed to traveling and warfare than to living in peace behind gigantic walls. So the sharükos put everything on the army and education. The newborn military institution would be in charge of educating each offspring of the Empire, in order to make him a patriot convinced of belonging to the same great family. In the newborn cities, parents were obliged to send their children to local schools as soon as those reached the age of three. The tribes that were subject to the Empire but not settled in the city were given the support of imperial commissioners to educate their children. Of course, many families did not take kindly to the Empire's intrusion, as it tried to elevate its laws above certain traditions. However, the Empire never tried to erase tribal customs, as long as they did not oppose the great imperial project. Finally, when the children reached the age of seven, they had to go to a city that housed a subsidiary of the Imperial Academy, where everything was set up to accommodate them. These children, subjected to military rigor since their early childhood, were gathered in groups destined to endure for several decades. Everything was done to ensure that each individual felt close to his or her comrades and that no young patriot was rejected. This is how, under the aegis of the Pillar of Truth, nudity became an important part of the education of the Fyros people. It allowed for the desecration of differences while celebrating their power: the Fyros Empire would owes its glorious future to the combination of its individualities. | More than a social norm, the acceptance of nudity and gender mixing was part of a political strategy that was almost two centuries old. Indeed, before the foundation of the Empire in 2275, the Fyros were divided into a multitude of nomadic tribes competing for the territories best supplied with water and fire. When, after a long military campaign, Dyros the Great, the first emperor of the Fyros people, succeeded in subjugating many of these tribes, the will to unite them led the young sharükos to elaborate, with his advisors, the principles known as the "Four Pillars of the Empire" which soon became the values shared by all Fyros: Truth, Honor, Discipline and Justice. For all that, Dyros knew that a simple motto would not be enough to contain the ardor of his new subjects, who were more accustomed to traveling and warfare than to living in peace behind gigantic walls. So the sharükos put everything on the army and education. The newborn military institution would be in charge of educating each offspring of the Empire, in order to make him a patriot convinced of belonging to the same great family. In the newborn cities, parents were obliged to send their children to local schools as soon as those reached the age of three. The tribes that were subject to the Empire but not settled in the city were given the support of imperial commissioners to educate their children. Of course, many families did not take kindly to the Empire's intrusion, as it tried to elevate its laws above certain traditions. However, the Empire never tried to erase tribal customs, as long as they did not oppose the great imperial project. Finally, when the children reached the age of seven, they had to go to a city that housed a subsidiary of the Imperial Academy, where everything was set up to accommodate them. These children, subjected to military rigor since their early childhood, were gathered in groups destined to endure for several decades. Everything was done to ensure that each individual felt close to his or her comrades and that no young patriot was rejected. This is how, under the aegis of the Pillar of Truth, nudity became an important part of the education of the Fyros people. It allowed for the desecration of differences while celebrating their power: the Fyros Empire would owes its glorious future to the combination of its individualities. | ||
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| − | + | Xynala, still standing in front of her comrades, cast an affectionate glance at Melkiar. She hadn't seen him in several months, and Belenor knew how much she had missed him. His happiness was a joy to behold. A happiness that did not last. Tisse joined Melkiar on his island, grabbed him by the waist and pressed himself against his muscular back. Shifting her head to the left, she smiled at Xynala. This one lost instantly her radiant air. Understanding her affliction, Belenor tried to catch her eye. In vain. A few long and silent seconds passed, then Varran spoke. | |
| − | Melkiar | + | "Well, Melkiar, you wanted to tell us something? That's why you have gathered us here, right?" |
| − | + | Melkiar politely disengaged himself from Tisse's embrace and looked at each and every one of his comrades. | |
| − | + | :''"Yes, that's right. First of all, I want you to know that I am glad to see you again. Secondly, I wanted to talk to you about the political situation west of the Desert, and the great war my father has been waging for several years now against the Dune Riders. The help provided by the Imperial Army has been a great help, of course. However, I think it is not enough. The Dune Riders are more organized and powerful than ever, and no matter how well trained the Empire's soldiers are, only those who have grown up in this region are capable of fighting there efficiently. The ground there is very unstable, with shifting sawdust and concealed cracks. Not to mention the gigantic gusts of wind coming straight from the Prime Roots, which often sweep through these inhospitable lands. Many soldiers have perished during our expedition. Therefore, to help the Empire and my tribe defeat the Dune Riders, I plan to join my family in…" | |
| − | + | :''"Don't leave!!!" | |
| − | + | All startled at Belenor's heartfelt cry. The Fyros looked at his comrades with a dazed expression, then blushed. | |
| − | + | :''"Ex... Excuse me, I... I don't know what came over me." | |
| − | + | Melkiar smiled and jumped into the half-empty pool. He moved closer to Belenor, hugged him and gave him a friendly pat on the back. | |
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| − | + | :''"... in a few years, Belenor." | |
| − | + | Crimson, the Fyros was unable to know if the emotions running through him were related to the discomfort he had felt seconds earlier or to the touch of Melkiar's naked body. Luckily, the group's attention quickly turned to something else. One heard a scurrying noise in the hallway leading to the locker room, then a scream and a cracking sound. The "Ouch" that sprang then was followed by a few footsteps and a kind of long scrape. It is by sliding on the knees, arms spread and exposed anatomy, that Brandille dashed in the basin hall. The acrobat was beaming with elation. | |
| − | + | :''"Hark, hark, friends girls and boys! Brandille has some incredible news for you!" | |
| − | + | Garius and Varran bursted out laughing and Tisse looked up at the ceiling. Only Xynala, Melkiar and Belenor seemed to be really waiting for the next part. | |
| − | + | :''"So, so! Do you want to know? Put a little more enthousiasm into it, come on!" | |
| − | + | :''"We are listening, Brandille. What do you have to tell us ? I'm not very patient, you know." | |
| − | + | :''"Ah, then I am not going to make you languish any longer, dear Melkiar!" | |
| − | + | At these words, Brandille stopped for a few seconds. Melkiar frowned, the two friends exchanged glances, and finally, the news fell. | |
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| + | :''"The sharükos Thesop has been assassinated!" | ||
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| + | Then so it was not only Belenor who gave a heartfelt cry, but the whole band. | ||
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Et effectivement, l’Empereur Thesop s’était fait assassiner. Bien que le meurtre ait eu lieu à l’Agora en pleine séance publique, personne ne réussit à se saisir de l’assassin. Nul des présents n'avait su non plus expliquer comment cette personne vêtue de noir était parvenue à passer sans encombre la garde impériale pour trancher la tête du sharükos. Pourtant, pour beaucoup, il ne fallait pas chercher bien loin : tout le monde souhaitait la mort de Thesop. Depuis longtemps déjà, beaucoup suspectaient que le duel héroïque qui avait opposé Thesop le Bâtisseur au tyrannique Empereur Pyto, quarante-deux ans auparavant, n’était qu’une fable. Une propagande visant à cacher que Thesop avait en réalité tué son frère, et peut-être même leur père. Le plus surprenant dans cette histoire restait donc la longueur du règne du tyran. Comment Thesop avait-il pu se maintenir au pouvoir si longtemps, malgré les rumeurs et le sens de la justice exacerbé des Fyros ? Là résidait le principal mystère. Un mystère non résolu qui n'empêcha pas les citoyens de Fyre de jeter la dépouille de Thesop aux gingos. Dans la foulée, son nom fut effacé du Sanctuaire. Ainsi donc s’achevait le règne de Thesop le Fratricide, fils cadet d’Abylus l’Érudit et onzième sharükos du peuple fyros. Thesop n’ayant pas eu de descendance, la couronne revenait à Krospas, le fils unique de Pyto. Âgé de dix ans lorsque son père mourut, Krospas avait passé son existence auprès de son oncle, qui ne voyait en lui qu’un outil de propagande. Aujourd’hui âgé de cinquante ans, l’Empereur légitime allait donc pouvoir reprendre son dû. En attendant son couronnement, qui n’aurait pas lieu avant plusieurs jours, les généraux de l’armée décrétèrent une grande fête nationale. Et quelques heures plus tard, la liqueur de shooki coulait déjà à flots dans les rues de Fyre. | Et effectivement, l’Empereur Thesop s’était fait assassiner. Bien que le meurtre ait eu lieu à l’Agora en pleine séance publique, personne ne réussit à se saisir de l’assassin. Nul des présents n'avait su non plus expliquer comment cette personne vêtue de noir était parvenue à passer sans encombre la garde impériale pour trancher la tête du sharükos. Pourtant, pour beaucoup, il ne fallait pas chercher bien loin : tout le monde souhaitait la mort de Thesop. Depuis longtemps déjà, beaucoup suspectaient que le duel héroïque qui avait opposé Thesop le Bâtisseur au tyrannique Empereur Pyto, quarante-deux ans auparavant, n’était qu’une fable. Une propagande visant à cacher que Thesop avait en réalité tué son frère, et peut-être même leur père. Le plus surprenant dans cette histoire restait donc la longueur du règne du tyran. Comment Thesop avait-il pu se maintenir au pouvoir si longtemps, malgré les rumeurs et le sens de la justice exacerbé des Fyros ? Là résidait le principal mystère. Un mystère non résolu qui n'empêcha pas les citoyens de Fyre de jeter la dépouille de Thesop aux gingos. Dans la foulée, son nom fut effacé du Sanctuaire. Ainsi donc s’achevait le règne de Thesop le Fratricide, fils cadet d’Abylus l’Érudit et onzième sharükos du peuple fyros. Thesop n’ayant pas eu de descendance, la couronne revenait à Krospas, le fils unique de Pyto. Âgé de dix ans lorsque son père mourut, Krospas avait passé son existence auprès de son oncle, qui ne voyait en lui qu’un outil de propagande. Aujourd’hui âgé de cinquante ans, l’Empereur légitime allait donc pouvoir reprendre son dû. En attendant son couronnement, qui n’aurait pas lieu avant plusieurs jours, les généraux de l’armée décrétèrent une grande fête nationale. Et quelques heures plus tard, la liqueur de shooki coulait déjà à flots dans les rues de Fyre. | ||
C’est dans leur taverne préférée, située sur la Place Arispotle, que la bande de jeunes adultes se réunit en début de soirée. La place, déjà bondée en temps normal, débordait de fêtards et de badauds. Les senteurs épicées de Fyre se mélangeaient aux effluves de sueurs et aux émanations d’alcool, et le brouhaha de la foule se mêlait aux compositions festives des musiciens de rue. Bélénor, pourtant connu pour sa ponctualité, arriva plusieurs dizaines de minutes après l’heure convenue. L’air renfrogné qu’il présenta à ses amis tranchait avec l’atmosphère jubilatoire de la cité. Varran, déjà un peu ivre, interpella le retardataire. | C’est dans leur taverne préférée, située sur la Place Arispotle, que la bande de jeunes adultes se réunit en début de soirée. La place, déjà bondée en temps normal, débordait de fêtards et de badauds. Les senteurs épicées de Fyre se mélangeaient aux effluves de sueurs et aux émanations d’alcool, et le brouhaha de la foule se mêlait aux compositions festives des musiciens de rue. Bélénor, pourtant connu pour sa ponctualité, arriva plusieurs dizaines de minutes après l’heure convenue. L’air renfrogné qu’il présenta à ses amis tranchait avec l’atmosphère jubilatoire de la cité. Varran, déjà un peu ivre, interpella le retardataire. | ||
