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THE CAMPAIGN VAULT 1
Author: Victor Amos Regannez
last update2026-07-01 14:35:43

Elias Morven looked like a man who had finally reached the end of every lie he knew how to tell.

The accounting office remained frozen around him. Tribunal soldiers guarded the entrance, Alistair Harrington stood with anger and fear on his face, and Ethan watched Elias with a silence that felt heavier than shouting. The question still hung between them.

Ethan’s voice was calm. “What campaign vault are you talking about?”

Elias swallowed hard and wiped his damp forehead. “It is not a real vault,
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  • THE FIRST PIECE OF TRUTH

    Onstage, Gideon gave a quiet chuckle. “This is what happens during an election. Some people believe accusations are more valuable than policies.”Ethan watched him closely. “Are you saying no accusation against you can be true?”Gideon spread his hands slightly. “I am saying serious accusations require serious proof. You have offered neither proof nor even your name.”The crowd applauded that answer.Gideon allowed the applause to continue before adding, “Still, I respect every citizen’s right to question those seeking power. Ask whatever you came to ask, and I will answer you honestly.”His supporters rose again, cheering his confidence.Ethan saw the calculation behind the smile. Gideon believed he had already won the exchange. He saw a poorly dressed stranger without visible allies, a man he could dismiss before the entire nation.The moderator pointed toward Ethan. “You have thirty seconds remaining.”Ethan slowly moved closer to the front rows. The security officers followed at a

  • EVERYTHING YOU HEARD WAS A LIE

    Several Gideon supporters nearby heard the name and turned toward Ethan. One man laughed when he saw Ethan's appearance, while another raised his phone to record what he expected would be a humiliating exchange for Ethan.Onstage, the moderator looked toward the central section. “Sir, please remain where you are and introduce yourself.”Ethan stepped into the aisle instead.Two security officers near the wall immediately watched him more closely. The coordinator reached for his arm, but he continued forward at a controlled pace, carrying the microphone at his side.“Sir, you need to remain beside your seat,” she warned as she followed him.Ethan did not stop. “People at the back deserve to see the me speak.”The moderator’s expression tightened. “Please follow the venue rules. You may ask your question from the aisle.”Ethan stopped several rows closer to the stage. Every large screen in the hall now showed him from different angles. His worn jacket, plain shoes, and unusual beard sto

  • ONE MINUTE TO CHANGE VERDANIS

    Gideon placed both hands on his podium. “When I become president, no child in Verdanis will go hungry because of where they were born. No village will be forgotten because it lacks political influence. No wounded veteran will beg for treatment after serving this country.”The hall exploded with applause.The businessman beside Ethan rose and shouted, “That is our president!”Others joined him. “Gideon! Gideon! Gideon!”Even several undecided guests were clapping now. Journalists exchanged looks across the media platforms, already understanding which candidate would dominate tomorrow morning headlines.Ethan remained seated.His anger was not loud. It settled inside him with the cold weight of a decision already made. Gideon was using the victims of his own corruption as proof of his compassion. He spoke of hungry children after stealing their food. He praised wounded veterans after allowing their equipment to be redirected. He promised transparent leadership while hiding millions thr

  • THE PEOPLE'S FAVORITE

    The moderator welcomed the candidates and explained the debate rules. “Each candidate will receive equal time. Personal attacks are discouraged. The first subject tonight is economic recovery.”Roland Verda answered first. “Verdanis must rebuild through small-business support, agricultural investment, and responsible public spending. We cannot recover by depending only on large corporations.”The audience gave him polite applause.Roland smiled hopefully as he looked around the hall, expecting stronger support. Instead, most people simply nodded before settling back into their seats. Even those who agreed with his ideas seemed unconvinced that he possessed the strength to carry them out. Ethan noticed the hesitation immediately. In politics, confidence often mattered as much as competence, and Roland was already losing that battle.Gideon leaned toward his microphone when his turn came. “My respected opponent speaks of small businesses, but his economic program provides no clear pat

  • GIDEON'S NIGHT OF GLORY

    The chaos surrounding Don Alvaro ended at the doors of the Verdanis National Civic Forum.Ethan walked into the main lobby without looking back. The noise of the ambulances, the frightened guards, and Don Alvaro’s desperate shouting faded behind the thick glass doors. Ahead of him, the building carried a different kind of tension. Hundreds of guests moved through polished corridors while ushers checked passes and directed people toward the debate hall.An usher approached Ethan and glanced at his restricted clearance. Her professional expression shifted when she saw the authorization attached to it, but she recovered quickly. “Sir, your seat is in the reserved central section. Please follow me.”Ethan gave a small nod. “Lead the way.”She guided him past several security checkpoints. His worn jacket and strange beard drew curious looks from guests wearing expensive suits and formal dresses. Some assumed he was a technical worker who had entered through the wrong section. Others look

  • THE MADMAN WHO TOLD THE TRUTH

    The lead officer glanced at the approaching paramedics. “He appears to be in severe distress.”“I am not distressed,” Don Alvaro shouted. “I am only desperate.”His voice cracked as he spoke, making the desperation even more obvious. The people around him no longer saw a feared politician. They saw a man whose composure had shattered in public, and every attempt to explain himself only made him appear more unstable.To everyone watching, the distinction no longer mattered.Two paramedics came forward carrying a medical bag and a folded transport chair. One was a calm older man with a soft voice.“Mr. Alvaro, my name is Daniel,” the paramedic said. “I need you to breathe slowly and answer a few questions.”Don Alvaro stared at him in disbelief. “I do not need questions. I need that man brought back.”Daniel followed the direction of his finger. Ethan had nearly reached the inner doors. “Who is that man?”Daniel studied Ethan from a distance for a moment. The man walked with calm purpos

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