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Full Text of The Advance Guard
The Guardsman: One - Two - Three - Four - Five Cyrus: One - Two - Three - Four - Five Kitty: One - Two - Three - Four - Five Ariel: One - Two - Three - Four - Five Unit A13: One - Two - Three - Four - Five
Full Text of Eden Inviolate
Excerpt from Speech before Joint Session of Congress by President Carleton Regent, March 22nd, 2031 - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - SOURCE: ALANNA SHARPE SIGHTED IN NEW EMPIRE, SSA INJURED IN CONFRONTATION - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - REPORT: DRAGON SHOT DOWN AT CANADIAN BORDER, 2 SSA PILOTS KILLED IN SKIRMISH - 9 - 10 - 11 - NEW EMPIRE PRESIDENT FOUND DEAD: SHARPE RESPONSIBLE - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - Epilogue
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Foreword - 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - 10 - 11 - 12 - 13 - 14 - 15 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20 - 21 - 22 - 23 - 24 - 25
Full Text of The Insurgent's Journal
Prologue - 1 - The Rise of the New Empire Party - 2 - The United States Becomes the New Empire - 3 - 4 - Supernatural Activity in the New Empire - 5 - 6 - 7 - 8 - 9 - The Formation and Function of the SSA - 10 - 11 - 12 - Changes Under New Empire Rule - 13 - 14 - 15 - The Fall of Chicago and Public Enemy #1 - 16 - 17 - 18 - 19 - 20
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Young Adult Protagonist
Sooooo much hatred for this trope, especially how it’s been abused to give fan service for the wrong audience … looking at you, Lucasfilm, for making Rey a descendant if flipping Palpatine …
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A Love That Will Save the World by ProfDesertCoyote13 on DeviantArt
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Like Father Like Daughter by ProfDesertCoyote13 on DeviantArt
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Epilogue
I was in tears by the time I finished the last of the journals. In my time in hiding, I’d tried to avoid any news coming from the New Empire, so seeing from one of my best friends in the supernatural community that it was going away was a great and welcome surprise. That and the two marriages in the end, these were making me emotional. Maybe my wife and daughter would be released soon!
I removed the special reading glasses, and time resumed its normal passage. The books returned to a scribble of runic gibberish, unintelligible to any except the people they were intended to be read by. I took a deep breath, and it felt extremely good. I guess I had been holding my breath since I had read Alanna’s battle with Mamuna, and simply forgotten about it, caught up in the story as I was.
I returned the last journal to the box, accidentally knocking over the newspaper, the one I’d propped up which announced a prisoner amnesty. When I did, I spotted the last of the contents of the package, a small, folded-over note. I reached into the box and withdrew the card. Thankfully, I didn’t have to put the glasses back on to read it, but what surprised me about it was that it only had one line, written in a feminine hand.
Look outside your window! -AWB
I puzzled over this message for a while, particularly who did I know that had the initials AWB? My eyes widened when the realization hit me: AWB was Alanna. Alanna White Bear. I threw the note aside and ran to my window, opening it with shaking hands and sticking my head outside.
On the sidewalk, three stories down, stood a very happy party, smiling up at me. A tall blond woman, cuddling arm-in-arm with her escort, an even taller heavily muscled man, stood behind the two people I had been waiting to see for years.
My wife and daughter.
I bolted out of my apartment, down the stairs, and out the door, clutching my family tightly to me once again. This close to the party, I finally realized that the blond woman was Alanna, which would make her escort the man she had married, William White Bear. These thoughts were buried by my happiness at being reunited with my family.
That was four years ago.
As I write these words this evening, I’m awaiting my cue to take the stage at a victory rally in Wyoming, at the Hidden-In-Plain-Sight Ranch. I can hear the crowd outside, clamoring for the guest of honor, who I’m supposed to introduce.
Change came quickly once the New Empire regime was taken down. Presidential elections were just re-established this year, after allowing the former House Speaker to serve out a full term. Over the course of two years, a constitutional amendment overturning the Regents’ power grab was unanimously ratified by the remaining states, and olive branches were extended to the independent republics of Alaska and Texas to coax them to rejoin the Union. A concerted effort was made by the re-established in their power Congress to effect changes across the board to all social and military programs. The SSA was disbanded, returned to its original military and law enforcement purposes. An additional division was made out of the former blueshirts, which was tasked with beginning cleanup and recovery duties in the Missouri Rad Zone, with the goal of making the state habitable for human/supernatural residents once more.
Which leads us to tonight. This year has been the most good-natured Presidential election cycle in recent memory, since it’s been so long since there’s actually been an election. It culminates in this celebration tonight.
A knock comes on my door. When I answer it, standing there is Alanna White Bear, holding her one-year-old son Julian. “It’s time.”
I smile back at my friend, whose journals I had the privilege of transcribing. “How’s married life treating you?”
“Pretty well. I’m about to finish college this year, so is William, and everyone at the Ranch has been so helpful with the baby.”
“I can imagine, he’s quite the cutie.” I pinch the tot’s cheek. He grins and giggles, shrinking back toward his mommy, but still showing signs of his supernatural nature, a pair of vestigial wings that I’ve been told on several occasions, by both Alanna and William, will never work. “I remember you when you were not much older than Julian here, you did many of the same things as I recall.”
She nods, wistfully. “Those were the days, huh?”
“They were.” I clear my throat, collecting my notes. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Alanna leads me out the door, to a stage set up just outside the foyer of the Ranch house. It’s coated entirely in crepe paper and patriotic bunting. I spot my wife and daughter, sitting to one side, and they wave to me. I wave back, then make my way on the stage, adjusting the microphone slightly so that it comes to my mouth.
“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming here tonight. We’re here for a most auspicious occasion. Let me tell you, I’ve known the people you’ve come to see for a while, through their actions and their friends. I can think of no one else better suited for this honor which is about to be bestowed. So without further ado, please allow me to introduce to you a combat veteran, a dedicated parent, an honorable individual who showed the nation what their true colors were. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the President-Elect of the United States, Kitty Salem!”
I turn and applaud, and from behind me approaches the entire extended Salem family. Kitty is the first to walk out, waving enthusiastically to the crowd, limping slightly from the injury she incurred at the final battle. Cyrus accompanies her, not bothering with a HoSIP to make himself look taller; he’s apparently embraced his shortness finally, after so long. Behind them enter royalty, King Fahaian and the tiger-like Queen Michika, looking just as overjoyed as Michika’s parents, leading their toddler daughter Princess Akiko for a while before the queen finally picks her up.
Kitty comes over to the podium and embraces me. “Layin’ it on a little thick, aren’t you?” she whispers.
“You deserve the praise,” I respond. “Now get out there and talk to your people!”
I release the embrace and cross the stage, back to where my own family sits in waiting. My wife turns and whispers to me. “Did you ever think that one interview so long ago would lead to this?”
I smile back at her, as confetti starts to fall. “It was a really wild ride.”
She takes my right hand, as my daughter takes my left, and we watch Kitty give her victory speech. Hope rises in my soul, hope for humanity and for the world. If a nation that so shunned supernaturals just barely four years ago can embrace one as their President, there’s truly hope for us as beings of mercy and love. Alanna’s story shows what power love and loyalty hold, even in today’s modern society.
