Divergent Factions Names Novels & Stories

“There’s a difference.” Ryker leans closer, his voice a low rumble. “They’re already redrawing borders, Jake. I saw the drafts, three factions; North, eastern cliffs, and the lowlands. All calling themselves temporary authority until the 'Source' is secured.” I let out a slow breath. “Temporary is just permanent that hasn't been admitted yet.” A younger councilman scoffs. “You expect us to leave power unclaimed.” “I expect you to stop treating a child like a resource,” I reply.

“They would’ve paid that price eventually.” “That doesn’t make it fair.” “No,” he agrees quietly. “It makes it systemic.” We walk in silence after that. The city listens harder. CAIN By afternoon, the factions have names. Not official ones. Whispered ones. Stabilists. Contextualists. Quietists. People who want the city to hold. People who want it explained. People who want it silent again. None of them are harmless. “They’ll come to you next,” I say to Lyra as we pass a shuttered schoolhouse.

They, like all the factions, possessed people with skills to deal with those events. “Yes, we recognize Ragnar, ambassador of the dragon and raptor faction. You have the floor.” Yes, birds, dragons, and a few dinosaur shifters banded together to form this faction. After all, many flew, so they encountered similar breaches and possessed similar flight restrictions. Who better to police them and represent their needs?

"We are not here to fight, we are looking for the clan of the fire cause we the clan of air had a vision and we think that this is not the right time for fighting. We the witches needed to unite, like the way it used to be, back then thousand years ago. Please the world was in chaos. You can see it through yourself if you send off someone outside of your perimeter. I know that someone of you who does have the power to see the future and past by dreaming of it, see what was we see what was happening." That was the man who looked a bit old because of his white hair, yet she thought that man was just older than her father by about five to ten years. The man was together with the other three and

“Then let’s start by facing the fractures.” That evening, Kael and Aria sat around a map in the war tent. Damaris, Elric, and Nyra flanked them. Across from them sat representatives from the other major factions—Ravencourt, Ironfang, Stormclaw, and the smaller scattered packs who had never been part of the High Pact. “We have a chance,” Nyra said, fingers drumming the edge of the map, “to change everything. The old council is weak. Scattered. Malric proved how easy it is to divide us.”

A fitting symbol for a diverse organization. Besides the Earth-humans, and the Clone Hegemony, there were three Dwellers, the Turr, the Midvalians, the Dra'nath, the Cooonara, the Say'lnt, the Byronzanies, and - though not members in the true sense - the Dodvalians, who, though presently confined to their home system, lobbied tirelessly for their freedom. Not a very good idea, considering the horrors they had perpetrated during the last two wars.