Middle School Stories: A Story
(Written in the summer after 8th grade, aka May 2009. This was supposed to be a big coming-of-age story where a guy would save the world and become a hero in a simple tale like the original Star Wars, but I just never finished it. It wasn’t very original anyway. But here it is:)
Chapter 1- Introduction
A simple introduction can make any tale even greater. In the land of Aminos, the people of the world were expected to be quick, strong, and intelligent warriors, forced to claw their way atop the social system to merely survive, or else be placed in the front lines of battle when the Aminos armies invade other lands. But very shortly after the battles, most of the lowest-class men are killed or captured, and the next-lowest becomes the next class to die off in a vicious cycle of perpetual war. The Aminos are considered, at least by most of the world, to be savage beats.
Another land, that of Eminus, has a race of men that are highly advanced, and are far too busy upgrading and evolving their technology and themselves to focus on any real conquest or siege. Too many of these people are so uncontent with all of like, looking only to the future, that they forget history. Most Eminus do not even stay in one place for very long, and move around like nomads. They are almost the exact opposite of the Aminos, and were surely a target for invasion by the barbarians.
That inevitably happened, and the two societies became locked in conflict for decades, neither side taking the upper hand due to the poor defenses and morale of the Emini, and the horrid technology of the Amino. After so many years had passed, the two became so close that they fused into one culture, and both were hi-tech societies and king-of-the-hill castes. One day, an event finally caused the corrupt war to finally end.
Chapter 2- A Hero is Born
In the city of Dredg, a young man be the name of Rene was riding a bus to the store when he passed by a TV store window with the news flashing on the monitors. An anchorlady was stating that the enemy, the Amino, were threatening to use nuclear warheads to attack the Emini border states that had so long been a place for combat. Rene became overcome with fear at the very thought of such devestation. Right after the report was an advertisement to “join the cause” and enlist in the Emini Army to protect the country from the wretched Amino. So he went, but on the way, he was stopped by a towering man with along white beard.
He spoke. “You. You wish to sign on to your death, and do it with happiness? This is the problem with youth. Do you even know what war is really like? It is savage and gruesome, for all battles are many peoples’ final hours on this world. The Emini are not fighting the Amino for any reason any longer. The whole war has brought naught but the government’s control of nearly everything. You must come with me, and I will show you what you must do.”
Rene followed the old man, known to most as Baggath, into a cave, where many were gatherewd. It was a conference of some sort.
A general called Cini debriefed the gathering, saying, “Men, we know why we are here.”