The day of Shark Region Governor elections results were finally here. Just as it was hype for days. The receptions of all Aeternum and all the neighbour country about the elections has become the main focused of these day topic, all across the Central Continent that have a radios in their possessions listened to the broadcast with the feeling of anticipations and nervous, although most of the radio listeners were not even the citizen of Aeternum. Many of the royalties and noble family, decided to empty out their schedules only to stay at home and listened to the live radio broadcast.
“Ladies and Gentlemen..Good Morning to all of our listeners, from inside Aeternum and outside, in this glorious and monumental day..The Independent States Of Aeternum, will announced, the elected Governor of Aeternum Second Region, Shark Region..it’s an important roles, that demands dedications, loyalty, patriotism and most importantly leaderships..
To the Honorable Minister Rafaela En Sai,My name is Rina. I’m 13 years old and a first-year student at Frontier City Wasteland High School. I hope this letter finds you well and in good spirits. I recently had the chance to visit Aeternum Royal University during a school trip and was fortunate enough to tour the science laboratories. That day was the happiest day of my life.Since returning, I have been working on my own small project in the local community lab. I’ve been researching ways to enrich the soil using a blend of algae compost, mana-filtered spore culture, and local rabbitgrass mulch. It’s still early, but today… today I harvested my first successful crop. A carrot. A big one.It might not seem like much, but here in the Wasteland, it’s the first time I’ve ever seen one like it come from our own farm.I know I’m still a child. I still have so much to learn. But I wanted to thank you. Because of Aeternum, I can dream. Because of you, I have the chance to study. And now, I w
“Curiosity. Knowledge. Progress. For All.”I opened to a chart: requirements to apply, suggested reading, ways to get scholarships. I flipped through sample research titles written by students:“Using Mana‑Enhanced Biofertilizers in Wasteland Soil”“Cross-Racial Herbal Antiviral Development”“Sustainable Energy via Mana‑Pumped Turbines”I began to write in the margins—ideas from my notebook:Carrot yield × new bio-nutrient = safer harvest. Soil rotation + fungal spores…My tail trembled. These were steps! Research titles! Goals! Possibilities beyond a carrot field.On the train back to the Wasteland, I stared out the window. Rolling plains, small settlements, windmill silhouettes—everything looked different. I carried more than souvenirs—I carried ambition.That night, at dinner, I spoke: “Mother, Father… listen.” They looked up from their steaming bowls of carrot stew.“I want to study science. I want to help our farm grow better, build new crops—even develop better fertilizers. I wa
The towers of New City emerged.Glass gleamed in the sunlight; roads curved like ribbons; gardens stretched between buildings. The mega‑screens above plazas flickered educational programs, adverts, news headlines—telling everyone across the world that New City exists.We arrived at New City station, our hearts pounding. My stomach fluttered with excitement and fear. Everything I'd felt powerless before… suddenly I felt like I had reached somewhere.That evening, after the trip concluded, we gathered under a giant holo-projector at Star Plaza. It displayed images of far-away regions, grain harvests from Shark Region, and news from the UNA Summit. I saw Governor General Alessia wave—a Demi-Human like me, accepting leadership, inspiring millions.My teacher leaned down. “One day, Rina, you could be up there—not watching, but leading.”My chest brushed with weight and wonder. The crowd around burst into applause: students, parents, teachers, even city visitors from Aeternum who happened t
The sacks were stamped with the Aeternum seal. But they didn’t come with soldiers or tax collectors. No one demanded our gold, our labor, our loyalty. The prices? Low. Too low. Suspiciously low.But no tricks came. Just more grain. And when we thought that was all—enough to change lives—Aeternum did more. Their scientists came. Weird ones in coats with machines and samples. They poked the soil, frowned at the readings, and shook their heads. Then they began to change it.We watched as barren soil turned soft. We saw strange machines plow the land, pour things into the dirt, and plant seeds we had never seen before. And then, we saw green.Not weeds. Not twisted shrubs. Grain. Wheat. Barley. Corn. Fields of it, swaying in the wind. Crops we used to beg for, now growing under our own feet.The world used to spit on us.“Wastelanders,” they’d say. Not humans, not equals—just mongrels in the dead lands. For centuries, no one cared that we starved, that we were taxed into oblivion, that ou
Ten. Million. I smiled. “Then it’s working,” I said. The Wasteland isn’t just surviving—it’s thriving.New cities were planned using Aeternum’s modular infrastructure grid. Energy was routed from solar fields and geothermal plants. Clean water flowed through sanitation systems we deployed within months. Education programs turned former gladiators into architects, former thieves into law enforcement.In the western stretch near the red cliffs, the Lizardkin Stonecarvers Guild now mass-produces decorative tiles and carvings for luxury housing. Their works are sold across the UNA.In the north, Beastfolk Engineers—formerly treated as feral beings—operate automated rail yards and are designing cargo handling systems for a proposed air-freight terminal.Even media and arts bloomed. A popular morning radio show, Sun Over the Sand, hosted by a dry-humored goblin named Snark, had become a sensation not only in the Wasteland, but across Aeternum. He often joked, “From untouchables to untoppabl
“This debate will not resolve all doubt—but it has surfaced critical truths. Aeternum stands at a junction: continue bold investment or temper the pace. This is not about division—it is about building responsibly.”Outside the hall, Adriana and Francesca greeted each other—respect in their posture.Adriana offered a small smile: “You’ve sparked necessary caution.”Francesca replied: “Your vision gives us direction.”They were united in purpose, albeit wary of extremes.Later that evening, I watched the recording in my study with Minister Andrea and Treasurer Jonathan Myers.Jonathan, who oversaw government accounts, said:“We have reserves. We have projections. And yes, we have debt—but it's within limits. Our GDP growth exceeds the cost of borrowing. There's no danger, provided projects are evaluated and closed efficiently.”Andrea nodded.“Vision needs logistics—and logistics costs. But success requires both boldness and governance. I believe we can walk this line.”I smiled.“Both