When that catastrophe occurred, they never imagined what they would experience next. Shintiara had been a planet that had known the blessings of the gods. Their great empires had managed in their great battles to conquer stars and other worlds. But after that everything had changed. From that day on there were great differences among its citizens: there were the Bogdan, clerics of the church who possessed a superior power and a communication with the gods; then there were the kings and princes, who from their wealth acquired power; and finally, the Tiara, sons of the land of Shintiara who were the people's, skilled warriors with spears, scimitars and crossbows. Its power lay in strength. Shintiara was a world full of sensors, where every single activity done by its citizens was controlled by the powerful. Not only were their activities, but also the air quality, frequency and noise levels were monitored, the powerless were denied the opportunity to breathe fresh air and to commune with each other. These sensors also calculated how long it would take for Shintiara to be absorbed by the great star Murya. It was enough to look at the Great Stone to know how much time they had left: hour, minute, second. A group of Tiaros, knowing the grand finale and preventing everything, had found a way to escape the control of Shintiara's powerful, using charcoal and a long sheet of paper where they wrote down the exact moment when they could stop time. Many of them jumped backwards to gain more power and return. They could do this three times a day depending on the control they had. Depending on the war they fought in, they could accumulate power. So it was that they returned to the Palaeolithic and Mesolithic period, also to the Neolithic period. Then they designed the method to leap forward in time: Napoleonic Wars, World War I and II, the Cold War.
At 9:30 p.m., Mudan and Adastro returned accompanied by great tiara warriors from one of their last expeditions. The rest of the people waited impatiently.
Get going, everyone," he said definitely and fiercely. We must go back: The one they call The Last War will begin. It's between a town called North America and a town called China. The secret is in the clouds, all the intelligence is accumulated in the clouds," he said as he held a brown teddy bear.
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I like your vision of a mixture between Shintiara and the real world! It seems that there's still hope in your story, and the teddy bear AI is the key for a new beginning back in time!
Why don't you put this story, together with the @f3nix start, in a post in your blog? If you do it, I would be happy to resteem it!
There's so much good stuff running here Nancy!! I agree with Marco, go on creating your own blog, this piece deserves it and you took a lot of effort it's clear. I like the teddy showing up in the open ending a lot!
Thank you for your comments, friends. I would love to blog this text, but I don't really speak or write in English. What I did was to do the story and translate it with an online page. I don't know how well written it is and if it might be flawed. I took a chance on this one and the last one because f3nix asked me to y. I would have to find an expert to do a better translation for me. A shared hug for both of you.
Learn English Nancy, there are a lot of websites and apps, ten minutes every day. A worthy investment! 😉