Thank you to those who stopped by last week. I’m glad for a new Sunday and a new Weekend Writing Warriors and Snippet Sundays.  This week I am continuing to share my WIP from last week. As a reminder, its my foray into straight science fiction, future dystopia. Tentatively called The Discarded, the story takes place in the future, after a great environmental devastation. The world splintered into guilders who live in wealthy, protected cities, procreate through genetic engineering, and have developed telepathic abilities and the Tribers who live in the wild, foraging for food and clean water. The Tribers were on the verge of destroying each other, when the Lore, a contract dressed up as a prophecy emerged, promising a savior and lay down laws to govern coexistence. The Discarded is the story of the arrival of the savior. We start at the beginning, where we meet Chakir Ng, the father of the savior to be.

Here is the last line from last week. His mother was stealing her childhood as she had stolen his. The story continues on from here.

She opened her copy. Her black curls bobbed against cheekbones that were sharp as razors. Magdalena’s exercise regime ran her so hard she couldn’t keep any weight on.  “When the tribes were fertile once more, and peace lasted between them for at least a generation, a child would be born, to the lead them to union. The paladin will be known by a mark—the cat-o-nine-tales running from the left shoulder blade across the spine. One to unite them all, and through union, to take back that which the cities stole.”  

“Excellent, Lordes. Now show them the mark. Let them see the living Lore,” Magdalena’s smile reminded him of a cat with its paw in the cream.

Lordes stripped, standing proud and erect in her nakedness.

Anya would be so proud of her, Chakir thought. Body pride characterized her tribe, not his own. He wished Lordes could know her mother. His heart skipped a beat as if it could not work right since Anya died.   

“Could I get a mark too,” one of the girls in Magadalena’s classroom asked.

“No, only I can be the Paladin. It is your privilege to follow me,” Lorie’s eyes sparkled as she gazed down on the other children, using her height and that sense of entitlement Magdalena bored into her, until Chakir imagined he could smell the superiority of her.

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