Finding Humanity

August, Year 473, Isle of Whithook, District Ten, North Human life, regardless of wealth or circumstance, had a beginning and an end. What humanity had long strove to accomplish was to eliminate the latter and after centuries of research they had gotten close. But unknown to the seven hundred and fifty two scientists working on extending the lifespans of the elite, the secret to immortality was now in the hands of three friends on a personal quest to save the world. The two men in the trio of self-proclaimed future world-savers tore their gazes away from the swelling waves that smashed against the rocky base of the cliff they stood on, hands fitted into their pockets. They turned simultaneously to the girl lagging behind them by several metres. She didn't seem to be aware that her outburst had gotten their attention but she couldn't

Twenty four hours earlier, September, Year 483, Town of Lacau, State of Nicia, North Nobody knew who got sick first, but by now everyone knew the symptoms. The bloody coughs, breathlessness and pale complexion were only the most notable signs, but by now everyone knew to stay away from the infected.  Though the symptoms were nowhere near contagious and it was only a matter of time before everyone got the illness and died off, the stigma was still there, especially since the disease induced delusions. More times than not, friends became strangers and family members ended up slowly forgetting the moments they spent with each other. But becoming mere shadows of their past selves was not the worst of it. Because of the wan and skeletal appearances of the infected, the rest of the townspeople segregated them to a section of Lacau, to the empty buildings around the town's sole pharmac

Corey's long day at work could have ended with news of dissatisfied rich folk, a riot among underpaid workers, or a funeral he was obligated to attend. But no it had to be a summons from angry tower religionists—the worst thing to face when he was just about to get done with the twenty hour period that he definitely wasn't getting paid for. What a day. Another stressed sigh slipped passed his lips when he glanced at the headlines that floated above his wrist in glittering cursive script: Minister Rejects The Order. The Order of the Code, the largest religious organization on the planet and it's headquarters just happened to be in his Nation. And they happened to dislike—. . . As though sensing his thoughts, the headlines switched to heavy block lettering spelling out the words: IS COREY ROYA THE REASON FOR THE MAJOR DISSENT AMONG RELIGIOUS MASSES? Not dislike, they ha