Bellum Potestas

In a small galaxy far, far away, two young heroes fight gallantly their way through the darkest dangers and highest threats to beat the clock and save all before a disasterous bomb goes off. Will they make it there in time, or does their story come to an ominous end?


1. Prologue

~  P R O L O G U E ~

In the castle, Queen Layora glumly awaited the General. He had told her earlier that he was coming with news. The Queen, although she was usually an optimist, thoroughly dreaded the news was not good. How could it possibly be good if it had to do with the war, after all?

     The door opened, startling Layora breaking her away from her deep, yearning thought of the world before the war. She turned around quickly, relieved to find only The General standing patiently in the doorway.

"My Queen," he said with a low, regal bow, "I'm afraid I come bearing only bad news. Something arrived via the teleports about an hour ago."


     "A bomb. I sent our Bomb Squad to investigate and shut it off. The outer shell is locked into place, so there is no way to get to the wires inside."

     "How is it locked?"

     "It needs the Gem to open it."

      "The Gem? The Gem?"

     "Yes, my Queen."

     "Lichsnoffians' work, I presume"

     "Who else, ma'am?"

     "Figures. General, do you at least know how long until the bomb blows?"

     "168 hours. A week, in other words"

     "A week? Why a week?"

     "The war will be exactly 20 years ongoing by time the bomb goes off"

     "Clever, Randall" The queen said distantly, talking more to the king of Lichsnoff rather than The General. "We should send a bomb back to them, then."

     "No, 'tis not that simple, my Queen. The Lichsnoffians heave the Gem. You know it. I know it. Everyone knows it, despite their insistence that they never received it. If we blow up their planet, the Gem is lost forever."

     "We should send our troops to Lichsnoff then, Immediately."

     "We can't do that either, my Queen. There has been an age lock set on the teleports. If my theory is correct, only those under twenty can go through"

     "Call the schools, General. Ask for volunteers"

     "And if no one does?"

     "Pick one out yourself." Queen Layora ordered sternly, and with a flick of ther hand, The General turned on his heel and left.

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