“I am glad that the Library were of used to you…but even so…I were rather intrigue about how you were able to think about these..to me this was rather unheard off an even much more amazing in my eyes..”.
Finally the reason as to why I was here the whole time. It was a remarkable views on the Constructions site, there were over thousands of constructions worker here, and on top of that there were also hundred of Constructions heavy machinery which I’ve recognize instantly that were brought from the Resource Department.
The most amazing sight were about a Hundred of so, constructions worker that were obviously different and rather specials compared to others, if everyone else were just wearing a bright orange work vase, whilst they were working. These special people were wearing an orange Jumpsuits with neon linings, on top of that instead of carrying tools or constructions materials. They were holding woo
“A gift of balance.”Later that evening, as the sun dipped behind the city skyline and the lights of New City flickered to life, Vara sat quietly on a bench along the riverside. The magic orb rested in her lap. Her fingers were still tingling with the residual mana from the day’s casting.Roland found her there, holding two bottles of soda.“Hey,” he said, offering her one. “You were amazing up there.”Vara smiled shyly, taking the drink. “You think so?”“Think so? My show aired after your demonstration and the viewership dropped!” Roland joked, laughing. “The whole city’s still watching your replay.”Vara giggled, her shoulders relaxing. “It’s all still a little unreal.”“You deserve it,” Roland said, sitting beside her. “You’re changing how we treat the world. That’s… huge.”By nightfall, the ABC evening news ran a special report on the demonstration. Images of the glowing orbs capturing fish played across every screen in the nation. Farmers, fishermen, merchants—everyone talked abo
In New City, she met Minister Rafaela in person.“I’ve heard of your device,” Rafaela said, her tone both professional and maternal, “but I wanted to see the girl behind it. Vara, you’ve not just created a tool—you’ve created a philosophy. Preservation and production. You think like a leader.”Vara blushed furiously.“I just want to keep the sea alive,” she mumbled.“And you will,” Rafaela smiled. “Because from this moment forward, Aeternum will support your work. We’ll help you refine your design. Test it. Scale it. And eventually, mass produce it—for all of Aeternum’s fisheries.”News spread quickly through the village. Parents pointed to their radios in awe. Kids who once teased Vara now bragged about knowing her. Fishermen gathered at the local tavern and replayed the segment on their television screens:“The Magic Net—A Sustainable Fishing Revolution from the Mind of a 15-Year-Old Aeternum Citizen.”Vara’s parents stood at the docks, watching boats go out, knowing that soon, they
“To Roland, the teller of tales and the heart of tomorrow’s dreamers—thank you for preserving our truth in a way our future can carry. I’m proud of you.”Roland stared at the words, the world tilting around him. DJ Skelly slapped him gently on the back—well, as gently as a skeleton could.“You just joined the ranks, kid.”Back in a simple home built on newly fertile land, a rabbit girl named Rina sat with her younger siblings. They laughed and clapped at the scenes on the screen, their little eyes gleaming with wonder.“That’s President Mies!” her little brother squealed. “He was like a hero in a book!”“He is,” Rina said softly, her heart warmed. “And now someone’s telling the story so kids like us will never forget.”Later that night, Roland stood on the rooftop of the ABC building. The city lights of New City stretched out endlessly, pulsing like stars fallen to earth.He felt a hand on his shoulder—Quara Raedrim, her smile gentle.“You did it,” she said.Roland nodded, mist-eyed.
“Why me?” Roland asked softly.“Because you’re the one who dared to write Little Hero in your attic with recycled paper. Because you’re the one who never stopped believing stories could move people. And most of all, because we see what you’re becoming.”Later That NightRoland sat alone in his dorm room at Aeternum Royal University, staring at his blank sketchpad. His hands trembled—not with fear, but exhilaration. Around him were books of scripts, clippings of Mies’ original work, a small stack of notes from his mentors. And on the far wall, pinned beside his Little Hero script, was now a mock-up title:“Brave Tails: Stories from the Streets of Aeternum”He scribbled down ideas—characters, themes, arcs. Talking animals representing different Aeternum communities. Each episode would teach about unity, courage, and dreams. Lessons disguised as adventure.His chest swelled with responsibility. He didn’t feel pressured. He felt called.Quara (after the meeting): “Don’t let the lights bli
“Here’s the magic lesson, kid—keep heroes human. Leave gaps. Let listeners imagine more.” He taught me pacing: when to pause, how to drop a dramatic sound cue—a distant storm, echoing footsteps, mysterious laughter.We recorded a short pilot segment: my dialogue, Skelly’s sound mix, Quara Raedrim’s cameo as the news bulletin reporter. When I pressed play, I realized: I made this. I helped build worlds people would wake up and listen to.Late in the day, I wandered the corridor etched with plaques of famous broadcasts. Posters from past decades displayed shows in a dozen languages of the Central Continent. I paused before a panel of Unity Day coverage—Aeternum’s first international broadcast. My name had not yet joined that legacy—but maybe one day it would.I remembered the rural radio set I once dreamt of back home. At age ten, I ran coconut‑powered transmissions for a few ham‑radio listeners in Agricity. Now, I was inside the heart of the only broadcasting network in the UN Alliance
“Do you know what this means?” she said, standing again to meet Rina’s eyes. “This formula—what you’ve created—changes everything.”Rina shook her head, speechless.“With this,” Rafaela continued, “Wasteland can become one of the largest food-producing regions on the continent. We can begin full-scale crop farming in previously unusable areas. That means no more importing grains at ridiculous prices. No more food rationing. No more famine. Just real, self-sustained abundance.”“I was just trying to make better carrots…” Rina mumbled again, overwhelmed.“And you did. Exceptionally well.”Minister Rafaela leaned down slightly, placing her hand gently on Rina’s shoulder. “Genius often starts with small dreams. You dreamed of growing a better crop for your family—and in doing so, you gave something incredible to all of Aeternum.”The words echoed through the lab.Rina blinked away sudden tears. “But… I’m just a student…”“Not anymore,” Rafaela said, standing tall. “You’re a national resea