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Chapter 1: The Idealist Government

For every effect, there is always an aftereffect. This is a realistic
science concept.

They call it the Idealist government; a singular republic form of
government that now governs the new human world. The
citizens, through voting, appoint seven presidents with eleven
advisors each. The appointed candidates for presidency and
ambassadorship become leaders of the world for seven years
only. A candidate may be in government for no more than fifteen
years. That is, they can run for any position so long as it is within
the fifteen-year bracket. The presidents all work together from the
capital city of the world, Molion City. Molion is known for its
modern defensive features and high-class soldiers protecting it.
Regarded by many as the most secured place in the world,
Molion has commonly been referred to as the heart of the new
world.

A new dawn has brought about fresh challenges for humankind.
Over time, we have found a way to make our bodies evolve to be
self-reliant and self-teaching. This is a time where food and water
for survival sounds just as primitive as dinosaurs. An age where
the phrase, “anything is possible,” is quite literal.

Humans began to evolve at a faster pace but still insignificantly
enough to be noted during the late twentieth century. That was
about ten thousand years ago until now. At the time, only a few

showed traits of what we now know as human morphvolution—
an ability to shift into another living entity that is locked into
one’s deoxyribonucleic acid (DNA). That is, a human at the
beginning of birth has already the ability to change into another
form in their DNA, but unless it goes through a mutation that is
probable to happen naturally at a ratio of 1 in 900 quintillion, one
will never get to experience it. The 23rd century was when
science began to prevail in breaking this limitation for
humankind. We created an evolution enhancement technological
device that was able to make the mutation happen one hundred
percent of the time.

Our era has brought about what humanity believes to be closest to
one of immortality; unless you are physically harmed by another
equally advanced human capability, nothing else can hurt you.
That includes gunshots to any part of our bodies or non-morph
animal attacks, as we are now immune to most things. The human
era came to a point where the only way humans could kill one
another is through their morph ability’s power, although one can
use technological advantage to gain the upper hand.

However, unbeknownst to mankind’s wildest dreams, we as a
generation were not ready for the things our man-made sped-up
evolution brought to the table. I know I may come out as
babbling now, but hear me out, you see.
The immortal era brings to light concepts of problems we did not
realize could exist in our reality. I have lived long enough to

know life is filled with beautiful concepts of brutality that blinds
us from its reality.
Mankind has significantly and unnaturally stepped up its
evolutionary process that spiraled out of control in terms of
having the necessary means to keep our world a law-abiding one.
We now live in a way by which many believe has always been;
natural selection, where it is the survival of the fittest game.

Senil Tusflier sat on his diamond-bronzed throne in the coliseum
in Mau, the capital city of the Maahes kingdom, as he watched
the wrestling match between his two comrades with delight.
Madgar the beast ran toward Lucil to grapple her and toss her
with strength that earned him his byname. Lucil defended herself
by shifting into her human-shaped lion-self midair so she could
land and balance on her fours. Angry Lucil roared as she turned
back into her tall, well-exercised human form and ran toward
Madgar for the attack.

Senil leaned his body forward from his throne as he intensely
enjoyed watching his first comrade begin a series of attack moves
that were too fast to defend by his towering beastly-looking
guard. Lucil, who was well known for her fast feet and rightfully
so, proved it once more when she used Madgar’s solid body as a
stepping medium to lift herself high up so she could gather
enough force to deliver a massive knee kick to the beast’s
forehead. Madgar could not help but fall to the ground. Everyone
present in the room, including the one who had steadily led the
vast group of the powerful race, Senil, cheered for yet another
win for Lucil the commander.

At the far end of the community from where the thrill-thirsty
lion-human races cheered for more vicious spectacles, sat a much
calmer group of the same community. Fathers, mothers, and
mostly children alike were just as happy to be around the
storyteller. They all gathered around Mack Lite, surrounding him
as closely as permitted. The much older man sat patiently as
many people formed a crowd around him.
“Hey Mack!” shouted a young boy from within the crowd, “we
are all here. Can we begin the story now?”
“Yeah…” almost everyone present shouted and cheered in
agreement.

Mack smiled at their reaction, “I am delighted you have all grown
to like my stories. In truth, I have also grown to enjoy you all
around me.” Mack, the storyteller, who was in his old age, moved
around in his electrically powered wheelchair.
Would you like to hear a story about love?
While most of the people cheered in agreement, some did not but
were just as interested.

Mack Lite was popular for his delightful stories. He was
unofficially the storyteller of Senil’s kingdom. Mack enjoyed

telling his stories every evening at the town market, where most
of the residents came to hear his new tale. Also, others who lived
far away connected through several multimedia outlets to
participate in what had now become the most efficient and
successful way to reunite almost all the Lion Human race at once.
One of the many stories Mack Lite told was a story of how true
love wins:

“Ready or not, here is the tale. Once upon a time, there lived a
man who had a very beautiful daughter. The daughter was so
beautiful that most men said she was one of the few angels who
survived the fall from heaven. The father of this girl was very
happy because, at the time, when the girl was mature enough,
suitors from all over the world would come to ask for her hand in
marriage.
They offered gifts of many kinds to the father. The father was
confident he would become very wealthy, for as of that moment,
he was very poor.

When the time came for the man to give his daughter away, many
people came as predicted to ask for the daughter’s hand in
marriage. The father quickly became rich because of the
numerous gifts that he had collected from the wealthy suitors.
The father was happy for the good luck and fortune that his
daughter had brought to him. He decided he would choose three
of the wealthiest men that had come to ask for his daughter’s
hand in marriage so that his daughter might choose the one she
wanted to marry.

All the while that the father of this amazingly beautiful girl was
choosing what he thought was the right suitor for his daughter,
the girl sat in a room. She was not happy about all the men that
had come. She did not care for choosing the man she would be
with for the rest of her life by the money he had but with her
heart.

As she sat in her new room for one of the suitors had bought her
father a big house, one of the servants, who was also a gift from
one of the suitors, came in to be of service. He was about to leave
the room when he asked for the girl’s permission to speak freely.
The girl granted this permission, and he said, ‘I know that I do
not have enough money to win your heart, but if I had the
slightest possible chance to have you as mine, I would not dare to
buy you from your father for you are worth more than the most
precious stone the world has to offer.’ The girl fell in love with
him and they ran away together to live happily ever after.
The crowds were satisfied at yet another good story by the
storyteller.

Amongst the crowd now sat the well-groomed, bearded, six-feettall, heavily toned muscled leader, Senil, and others who had
stopped their form of play to come listen to Mack tell his tale of
delight.

Today was especially significant as Senil used the gathering
opportunity to give an important announcement as he had
occasionally done in the past.
“If I may, Mack,” Senil said as he reached where the storyteller
sat. At that point, as rightfully so, all attention was now on Senil,
the leader. The ambiance went from excitement and an all-around
good-time feel to one of quiet, respectful admiration.

“Ladies, gentlemen, and children,” Senil’s voice, like Mack’s,
was deep enough for everyone’s audibility needs. “Mack has
once again united us all with his words. On behalf of the Lion
Human race, we thank you for your service.” Mack gently bowed
his head to acknowledge the leader’s respect and presence.
“I would like to use this opportunity to make an important
announcement.” Senil stood firmly at arm’s length as he
addressed the crowd that surrounded him in their respective
physical and virtual forms. “In exactly two weeks from today, I
will be addressing you once more. Make certain, for the sake of
our unity and prosperity, that you not only attend but also spread
the word of the announcement to others. As we are all aware, we
live in times where our bond and love are key to not only our
survival but also to rule over our dominion. After all, we are the
revered Lion Human race!” The crowd cheered and clapped at
their leader’s factual speech. Senil raised his hand as a gesture to
keep everyone’s voice lowered. It worked authoritatively.

Senil, a powerful king of the big and powerful morphvolution
group, has steadily led his race like his ancestors towards a more
successful and stronger group because of his influence with the
government and its political environment. The large and powerful
group showed their strength during times of elections, where the
majority of them were in favor of the king’s support. The Royal
army of Senil’s kingdom was the third largest of the century.
Senil the One is respected and feared everywhere in our known
world.

There are few races in the ranks with the lion humans. They are
the Zebrans, Cancers, and Barons.
As you would imagine, human nature demanded that we envy
and get intimidated, leading to a deep, satisfying hatred towards
one another:
The Zebrans have the abilities to turn from human into zebras.
They rose to have much power because of the support from the
majority of the new world. Their colors of black and white came
to mean a great deal of significance at the epitome of the
morphvolution because of the history their morphing abilities
showed and the unity it signified. Zebrans’ abilities were shown
worldwide during any type of major celebration observed. It was
so popular that centuries later, they began to be perceived as godlike creatures. Their wish became about fifty-five percent of the
world’s population command.

The Zebrans capitalized on their opportunity to gain real power
by making what they call decrees. It worked as their believers
blindly followed. We can say the Zebrans have the power of
religion on their side.

Perhaps the fewest in all of the races but still managed to make
the top power are the Cancers. The Cancers are called so because
it happens that they began to develop into their morph forms
within a certain period. Their DNA modifies to help make them
become artificially modified vampires. Morphvolution scientists
theorized that a specific climatic change that only occurs in the
summer but not all the time made some born between the late
days of June and July, coinciding with the months depicted by the
zodiac sign, Cancers. This occurrence is so rare that the Cancers
have only managed to survive by a few hundreds. However, the
only reason they are still standing is their strength and power, as
they are seen as outlaws and by some, ‘abominations’. That is to
say, one of the only few things that has ever united most of the
races of the world is the war against Cancers. There are different
ways by which the war on Cancers is justified, but the truth is
simpler; if Cancers are left unchecked and they grow in
uncontrollable numbers as some races have, they could easily
rule the world as their strength, speed, agility, and all-round
power are matched only by some special few.
Until this day, there is a standing order to eliminate Cancers on
sight if one can or report when a cancer is spotted.

It is known that groups’ body cells are able to regenerate at an
average of three thousand times any race, making them heal
instantly and keeping them from aging. Artificially modified
vampires, also called AMVs or Cancers, are also one of the most
vicious attackers known for brutally beating their opponent to a
pulp and finally biting them by the side of the neck with their
poisoned-laced teeth. No one has lived to tell the tale after being
bitten.

Barons are a collection of different morphvolution groups always
working in groups of fives and in well-practiced unison.
Recognized by the unique branding on the self-chosen part of
their body and the way they carry themselves like a military
organization. Barons are well admired because of the opportunity
they provide to an individual with a lesser powerful clan but lofty
aspirations. Barons represent hope to the rest of the races that are
not as powerful. Even though Barons don’t recruit as many as the
world wants them to, the man-support they get from how they
recruit to how they fight is quite effective.

Whenever there is word that some group of Barons is doing battle
or at war with another race, groups of fighters known as
Potentials because of their desire to join the ranks of Barons
come to help fight. When the opportunity presents itself,
potentials come to join the Barons in the fight to victory or
defeat. Potentials like Barons are individuals of different
morphvolution traits training together to synchronize their skills
perfectly in fights with the hopes of someday being helpful to the

Barons so they could join their ranks in a world crazed with
power. If the potentials survive the battle, the Barons in turn
could grant them the opportunity they sought-after.
It was only natural that the Barons and Zebrans, the two wellliked groups and, as a result, very sources of their power, did not
like each other. The struggle over whose authority overrules the
other for the price of ultimate control began an epic rivalry
between the two groups. As for the Lion Human, one word is
almost good enough to describe what makes them one of the tops;
Fearlessness. Their strength can hold its own against pure
Cancers, which are considered the strongest. Their welldocumented, highly prolific kills of the strongest morphs ever
known give lion-humans the edge they need to be heard in the
new world shaped by primitive morphvolution. Be it Cancers or
other especially powerful baron morphs, lion-humans fought in
unison enough to gain the respect and fear they needed to make
their stand.

Mack the storyteller paid great homage to his clan through these
spoken words by reciting the national anthem of the kingdom:
I feel it.
My peddle cycling in the wind of creativity so I play
The lion says my treaty to a meaty gritty has had me in a giddy
mood and not grey.

So Ishall fiddle in a delightful
story of a sunny day Or better
still, how I get my prey:
The majestic Lion mentally and authoritatively says to its prey
My mental view is in a different world that your mind
capacity is not vast enough to apprehend.
I ama willful force impossible to match
in every regards. I will champion over
you even in your own turf
I amarrogantly laying claimto greatest of the highest order to my
name
Shoot your arrows of life towards me and see them
shattered with my victorious shield.
This is me. Yield or perish where you stand.

Chapter 2

Friends at Arm

“We are getting closer,” Senil said as he watched the crowd
through his one-way see-through blue glass wall from one of his
meeting chambers in his palace. He spoke to his advisors and
comrades, who sat in their respectful positions, listening
attentively. Senil continued speaking as he looked out his palace,
“The inevitable war is coming. The final stand to once and for all
defeat and take us out of the equation is brewing. If rumors of
what I hear of my brother are true, then things will be graver than
I thought.” The sunrays lit the transparent walls of the red
carpeted room. It was a well-guarded room. “Now more than
ever, we need a united front, yet my brother sees it wise to
commit such annoyances. Can anyone here tell me why he thinks
he can best me with the little support he has?” The king asked as
he watched on.

The chief spy was about to reply when someone else did, “The
war for ultimate control has always been a constant, my king.”
Mack the storyteller, who was also one of Senil’s advisors,
responded. His fellow comrades sat in their orderly fashion and
listened as he spoke to the king. “We are at the top of a world,
and that comes with the responsibility of making grave and
powerful enemies. These enemies will stop at nothing to make us
fall. We are strong alone but strongest in unity…”

“Cut the crap, Mack, and get to the point,” Lucil the commander
interrupted.

“Well, I can’t say that was not expected. You are not as
predictable as you thought, my dear.” Mack said to Lucil as they
sat across from one another, together with four other members of
the King’s councilors.

Lucil shook her head and ignored Mack’s
comment as he continued, “What I was trying to get at before I
was rudely interrupted is that we need to put an end to our civil
war. It is important if we don’t want to be a thing of the past.”

“The old fool is right. Drako needs to accept his defeat and step
down totally. We have enough enemies to deal with,” Lucil
responded.
“Drako was the previous leader of our group,” Mack continued.
“We were all friends once, or have you forgotten our young days
when we were nothing but friends and comrades at arms? It is
only understandable that he still has some soldiers loyal to his
cause. He is, after all, the great captain Drako.”

“You sound like one of those loyal to him, Mack,” Senil said as
he continued looking out the room. “That’s understandable. After
all, you were both closer in age, ranks, and friendship. I
sometimes wonder why you chose to serve in my court.”
“My king, I…”
Lucil interrupted Mack’s response, “Mack is most annoying, but
we all know that his loyalty to you and our cause is
unquestionable.”

“Thank you, Lucil,” Mack said, not surprised at Lucil’s defense
on his behalf. “To add to what she said, my king, I am loyal to
doing things the right way. You have won the right to be our king
by following and executing the laws we set to govern us towards
a civilized and powerful regime. That is why I beckoned your call
when you asked for it, and I will do it over again without remorse
or regret.”

“If I place the burden of seeing to his execution, will you do my
bidding?” The king asked.

“I will,” Mack said as he got up. “But I appeal to your better
judgment that you do not put me in that position. Drako and I are
as much brothers as you are related to him by blood, my king.”

“That’s understandable but unacceptable, Mack!” Spark the Just
responded before the king could reply. “Senil beat him both
physically and mentally. The rule of law for kingship states that
the qualified candidate that triumphs over the other in the game
of wits and skills rules all in the Lion-Human Kingdom. If the
king’s brother had at least won in the legendary battle but lost in
the mental game, he would have the right to lead a sizable part of
our land while he rules most of it, thereby still making him our
king.” Spark then turned his attention toward Senil, “My king, it
is in your right and authority to banish him for disobeying the
law.”

“You forget your place, Spark,” Mack said. “Need I remind you
that Drako is also of royal blood. Although he has rightfully lost
his accent to the throne, his lineage still holds tremendous
power.”

“That is why he has caused so many disturbances unchecked for
so long.” Spark angrily rebutted. “Now, as you yourself point out,
we are at the verge of a civil war because of the divide it has
caused between us.”

Standing at a height of an inch over six feet and heavily built
body, Spark the Just rose in the ranks as a result of his sense of
justice and his keen familiarity with the bill of law that the Lionhuman society follow. Through education and influence, Spark came to be one of the King’s councilors and it is no giving that he is also an excellent combatant as most lion-humans. However, it takes a special kind of warrior-level skill to gain a seat with the King.

“Don’t get me wrong, Spark,” Mack said. “I agree he should be
stopped, but for a whole different reason.” “And what reason
would that be?” Senil spoke as he walked to get seated in his
throne, facing his comrades for the first time in the meeting.

“And how trustworthy is your source?”

“Senil,” Mack started. “Drako wants an opportunity to get back
in power. The only thing he is lacking is the number of
manpower he needs to launch an attack at you. As most of us are
loyal to you, as it should be, the only viable choice I see is to get
outside help.” “And what makes you think my brother would
betray his kind and fight against his own?” Senil asked
rhetorically. “Unless there is solid proof that my brother has gone
that insane, I will hear no more of this insolence.” “But there is,
my King,” Diane the observer spoke for the first time in the
meeting. “Diane,” Senil looked intently at his chief spy. “Are you
certain of this?”

The slim and average height master spy, who was quiet most of
the time unless she had something of importance to share,
replied, “I have had a few of my top spies follow him around for
a bit. Drako has been seen on several occasions having secret
meetings with the likes of Cancers and Barons.” “Why are you
just telling us this now?” Spark asked. “Drako’s betrayal should
be our major priority now, especially if your source is reliable.”
“She obviously wants to be sure before accusing royal blood.”
Lucil replied. “And you, as well as I, know her credibility is
unquestionable.” Diane gestured at Lucil as a form of
appreciation. Diane was suited up in mostly black attire, except
for her shirt, which was red. “If that’s the case, then I am afraid
my brother’s insanity for control has blinded him to the danger of
his allies.” Senil said. “I am sure our enemies would not waste
this opportunity to infiltrate our ranks.” “That is why it is
imperative that he is stopped now.” Lucil replied. “The civil war
would be anything but that if the Barons and Cancers join
Drako’s forces. It will be a world war.” “Find and bring Drako to
me with immediate effect.” Senil ordered.

“Yes, my king,” Lance said. The only person in the room that
was yet to join the conversation and seldom does unless spoken
to directly by the king replied was Lance the gentle brute. Lance
the gentle brute became chief police of the Lion human society as
soon as Senil became king. Lance, whose mental capability
matched his ferocious strength in human form and brutal
savagery of his feline ways, became well liked by the king
because of his unshaken loyalty to him. Together with his trusted
guards manning the room, Lance took off to do the king’s
bidding. “What if Drako refuses to come?” Mack asked as soon
as Lance left the room. “Then by the law of the lands, he shall be
appropriately dealt with by the king’s decree.” Spark answered.
“I am sure we all know that Drako will not be coming to me.”
Senil said calmly. “I only sent for him because courtesy and
brotherhood demands it.” “So what’s your plan?” Lucil asked the
king.

“My plan is to remain unchanged,” Senil replied. “We shall
become the ultimate power needed for our prosperous survival.
At long last, an opportunity has presented itself for us to be just
that as a result of my unyielding brother. If the Barons and
Cancers were to unite under my brother and fight us, we shall
partner up with the Zebrans to fight back.” “Are you saying our
strength is not enough for the likes of them without partnering
up?” Lucil asked the king angrily. “Calm yourself,” Senil said
calmly. “We are more than capable to defend our turf but we
need more than that if we are to win this war.” “I do not see how
the Zebrans…” “I was not done,” Senil said with a more serious
intonation. Lucil averted her eyes from the king’s intent gaze.

“Those who follow the Zebrans’ way are not limited to their
morphs alone but also to a lot of Barons and their potentials. We
could use this well-known fact to our advantage to infiltrate and
spy on our enemies. There are bound to be those in the ranks of
Barons that will answer their zebran religious leaders when they
call. Information defeats brawn when it comes to the matters of
winning wars, always remember that commander.” “Yes, my
king,” Lucil the commander responded with the utmost way she
is known to show respect to the king. “Diane,” the king called.
“Have Lance and his men followed. I want an accurate
description of what took place.” Diane nodded her head and left
the room. She was accompanied by two guards. “May I be
excused, my king?” Mack asked.

The king spoke, “Your words bring comfort to those around you.
That is why Lion-humans from around the world love you. You
will be essential for the unity of our people when the war starts to
rage. Drako’s selfish and unwarranted acts will destroy what we
have built together with blood and sweat. I understand and
commend your defense of him, as he is my brother too. But duty
calls, and there is a lot more at stake if things are not done right.”

There was a brief moment of silence in the nicely shone room.
“You may leave.” Mack bowed slightly in respect as he said,
“My king.” He then headed out of the room. Lucil, who had been
sitting all the while, spoke moments after Mack left the room. “If
Drako succeeds in securing the help of Barons and vamps, then I
say we have our work cut out for us this time.” “That is why
securing the support of the Zebrans is essential.” The king
replied. “They would be our eyes where our strides cannot take
us.” “How will you convince one of our top enemies to support
us when it would be easier for them to just watch us tear each
other apart?” “The same way my brother and my ancestors before
me have done,” Senil said as he got up and walked toward Lucil,
speaking as he did. “A choice to do battle against me or join me
and earn my protection.”

“Do you really think that absurdity will
work?” Lucil said angrily as she got up, facing Senil, who was
now a few inches away from her.

“If they refuse, it will be to
their merits. They have Barons and potentials alike willing to do
their bidding at every turn.” “If they refuse, we would have no
choice but to do battle with them too. Besides, the Zebrans know
better than to make an enemy of me. But you are right,” Senil
said as he tried to touch Lucil’s hair but met a smack. Senil
smiled and continued, “I will offer them to become anonymous
supporters. They will stay neutral but help by offering valuable
information about our enemies. In return, they will gain my
protection. But their refusal would mean they just joined the war,
which is inappropriate for religious leaders who superficially
preach about peace to gain fame and fortune.” “You should have
said that to begin with.” Lucil said gentler as she stared back at
Senil. “Wipe that smirk off your face,” Lucil then gave Senil a
quick kiss and started to walk away. Senil quickly grabbed her
hands and pulled her into an embrace as they kissed tenderly.

After a few seconds, Senil gradually stopped and began to walk
away from the room. “Make certain that my legion is ready,
Commander.” Senil said as he walked from Lucil. He was also
smiling mischievously. “What!?” Lucil said as she rushed toward
Senil and forcefully slid her strong legs to sweep and fell him
down. The king saw the action coming but did nothing to stop its
effect. Senil fell to the ground with his head almost hitting the red
carpeted floor hard, but Lucil’s quick reflexes allowed her to hold
on to his head before falling fully. “You kiss me like that and
that’s all you have to tell me! And how come you fall that way
anyway! Do you have a death wish or something!” Lucil was
livid. Senil kept smiling. “You attacked me when I completely let
my guard down, you know. After all, I’m with the one I love and
trust the dearest.” “I bet you did all that just to tell me that crap,”
Lucil replied. Her face could not help but blush. “You know me
so well, beautiful.” “I said wipe that smirk off your face!” Lucil
said playfully as she dropped Senil’s head and once more
attempted to leave the room. “See you soon,” the king said as he
watched the commander leave from the floor of his carpet.

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