Greetings and salutations. Caslaikove here. Last week I talked of the ending to the Great War that left our world, devastated, divided, and desolate. Then out of the mist of desperation came Kesmar. He was a half-breed who had moved to the west coast of Meeuusoe. Born of an Annten father, who was a diplomat stationed in Taladaful, Boesona, and a Vultaire mother, he grew up constantly being taunted about his mixed heritage. But because of his father, he lived on different continents as he grew into a young adult, befriending many individuals from the different races of Terlokya. He was truly the first Terlokyan in heart, mind, and spirit. Having developed a strong sense of destiny, he came to believe that the different races and areas of Terlokya should unite as one, knowing that threats from other worlds would one day arrive. So after a stint in the Dansleg military special forces, he came back to Sygon and ran for various political offices, winning consistently, and eventually achieved recognition all over Terlokya.
But his message of a united Terlokya fell on deaf ears. He left public office, married his childhood sweetheart, a Mooomuo from Foehopnik, Kamchow, and settled in Meeuusoe. Their children, born of a mixed Annten/Vultaire father and a Mooomuo mother, were the beginning of the races becoming one, something preached about by Kesmar. But after everyone stopped listening, Kesmar resigned himself to caring for his family and training his children to live in a world he knew was going to change.
NEXT WEEK “The First”
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