FAZER LOGINThrone Room – War Begins“Son… think about what you’re doing.”Debbie Edison’s voice carried through the chamber—firm, controlled, but edged with urgency.“You can give them Sam,” she continued.“It doesn’t have to go this far.”I shook my head immediately.“No.”My voice was sharp.Final.“I will never give Sam up.”I stepped forward, eyes hard.“If the United States gets control of Sam—”A pause.“Our freedoms are over.”“Our society ends.”I exhaled slowly.“They don’t understand what he is.”“They can’t replicate him.”“They can’t control what they don’t understand.”Before anyone could respond—Sirens screamed.Loud.Piercing.Unmistakable.The room froze.Then chaos.⸻Incoming AttackA soldier burst through the doors.“Your Highness!”F-22 Raptor inbound!”“Twenty-two aircraft—full payload!”Everything shifted instantly.Queen Bella shot to her feet.“Scramble the jets—”“Already in progress.”Sam’s voice cut through the chaos.“Air defense systems online.”“Engaging hostile ai
Thomas Banks – POV (White House, Private Office)I stood at the window.Hands behind my back.Looking out over a world that suddenly felt… unstable.“I don’t understand her,” I said quietly.No one responded.Because no one could.“Protecting him?” I continued, more to myself now.“John Edison is a liability.”A pause.“A wanted man.”“A destabilizer.”I turned slightly, jaw tightening.“There’s no strategic value in protecting someone like him.”But even as I said it—Something didn’t sit right.Because Bella—No…Queen BellaShe wasn’t acting emotionally.Not anymore.Not after everything.Which meant—There was value.I just couldn’t see it yet.“Get the Vice President in here,” I ordered.⸻Moments LaterThe door opened.He stepped in quickly, already reading the tension in the room.“Mr. President.”I didn’t waste time.“Strategically,” I said, turning fully toward him,“What advantages do we have?”He hesitated.That alone irritated me.“Speak.”A breath.“If we escalate to war…
Thomas Banks – POV (Oval Office) The room was too full. Too many voices. Too many opinions. Too many people pretending they understood the weight of what was happening. I sat behind the Resolute desk, fingers steepled, eyes locked on the phone in front of me. Waiting. Because this call— Would determine everything. Victory. Control. Or collapse. The screen lit up. Incoming call. I didn’t even look at the name before I stood. “Clear the room,” I said. No one moved fast enough. “Now.” My voice thundered across the Oval Office. Chairs scraped. Papers shuffled. Within seconds, the room emptied. Door shut. Silence. I picked up the phone. “Mr. President.” The voice on the other end was sharp. Controlled. But laced with something dangerous. Dennis Rothchild “Do I need to remind you how you got that seat?” I leaned back slightly, jaw tightening. “No, Mr. Dennis,” I replied calmly. “You don’t.” A pause. Then— “So when exact
John – POV (Inside the Castle)I stood there in silence.The weight of everything pressing in at once.Government.The League.Edward.The past.The future.All colliding into one unavoidable truth—I was outmatched.How do you win a war…When the people you’re fighting—Control more than you ever could?Power.Money.Influence.Nations.I exhaled slowly, running a hand through my hair.“…Think,” I muttered to myself.“There has to be a way—”Then—Sam’s voice shifted.“Incoming live broadcast—priority override.”My head snapped up.“Put it through.”And then—Her voice filled the room.⸻Bella – Broadcast (Queen’s Declaration)“My first act as Queen of Queensland…”Her voice was steady.Stronger than I had ever heard it before.Not the girl I knew.Not the one who ran.This was someone else.Someone forged by loss.“I hereby declare…”A pause.The entire world listening.“That John Edison…”“…is under my protection.”My breath caught.Every screen in the room lit up simultaneously.L
The Courtyard – Live BroadcastThe cheers hadn’t fully settled when a voice cut clean through the noise.Sharp.Confident.Hungry.“This is Cece TV reporting live—”Cameras shifted instantly.Microphones lifted.The crowd parted just enough for her to step forward.Cece“—from the ascension of Princess Bella to Queen Bella.”Her eyes locked onto me.Not Bella.Me.Of course.“Mr. John,” she continued, her tone shifting—probing now.“Why are you coming out of the shadows now?”A step closer.“Do you have something to prove?”Another.“Something to show the world?”The cameras zoomed tighter.The moment shifted.This wasn’t a coronation anymore.This was exposure.“The reports confirmed your death,” she pressed.“So why are you still alive?”A pause.Deliberate.“Are you hiding something?”“Assets? Funds? Growth?”Her voice sharpened.“What is the real reason you disappeared?”The crowd murmured.Uncertainty spreading like wildfire.“The world wants to know—who are you?”My hand tighten
Bella – POVThe plane ride was silent.Not the kind of silence that felt peaceful—The kind that pressed in on you.Heavy.Final.Every second in the air felt like a countdown we couldn’t stop. No turning back. No rerouting. No more hiding.I sat across from John, my hands folded tightly in my lap, staring at nothing—and everything—at the same time.Because once we landed…Everything would change.Everything had to.A voice crackled softly in John’s ear.Sam“Master John… this decision cannot be reversed.”I didn’t look at him—but I listened.“Allowing the others to know you’re alive will… cost you your life.”A pause.Even the air felt like it stopped moving.“Sam,” John said quietly.Firm.Controlled.“That’s enough.”Silence.Then—“Shut down.”My eyes shifted slightly toward him.My jaw tightened as a I leaned back, closing my eyes for just a moment.“My decisions from here on out must be my own,” he continued.“I can’t allow the League…”A breath.“I can’t allow the people on the
We left the parking garage shortly after that, the echo of the tires against concrete following us like a warning we couldn’t shake. The city lights blurred past as we pulled into the lot of a small hotel on the edge of town, the kind of place no one looked at twice. I parked near the back, away fr
Sam’s tone changed—sharper, urgent. “Master John, alert. That call was being tapped. Initiating trace.”“Do it,” I said immediately. “Fast.” A two-second pause felt like a lifetime. We have a problem, Master John,” Sam reported. “The Federal Bureau of Investigation was actively tapping Jeff Fis
Sam I said can you hack into Jeff fisherman car? Sam didn’t hesitate.“Yes, Master John,” he replied. “I can do that.”The lights in the room dimmed slightly as systems came online. I could hear the faint hum beneath the floor—servers spinning up, data paths opening, invisible doors unlocking acro
The open air left me speechless.State after state slipped beneath the wings, borders reduced to invisible lines that meant nothing at this altitude. The sky felt endless, the horizon stretching farther than it should have, like time itself had begun to thin. We stopped only long enough to refuel—s







