The 6th of Six (The Legend of Kimraig Llu)
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Authors: J. K. (Keith) Wilson
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Wilson, J. K. (Keith)
The 6th of Six - The Legend of Kimraig Llu—Volume I
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ebook, first edition
ISBN
978-0-9899564-0-6 (ebook)
Library of Congress Control Number: 2013919648
Editors: Pattie W., Marcia G., Traci & John H., Melisa W. and John Carrigan
Cover/interior design: Mark E. Anderson, www.aquazebra.com
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Table of Contents
First Look. Proctor’s War—The Legend of Kimraig Llu Volume II
Introduction
“It is late spring, a short fifty years in the future.”
The remnants of a long gone society dare to survive in a shattered section of Manhattan. Their population is rapidly fading away as their gene pool refuses to produce males. Yet their people have chosen war—war to protect power. Split into five uneven camps, each group covets the property and space held by their neighbors.
The Builders are the largest and strongest group. In their society, males have no rights. They are objects only, for a female’s pleasure. If they give no pleasure, they discarded them. One position of honor exists, the
Hunter
—an elite fighter.
Hunters
exist only to protect their Queen who is commander of a single battle group. The remaining positions are menial at best.
Life is cheap. Injured and sick are of no use, female or male, their destination is the compost heap, the Builders garbage disposal.
Kimraig Llu, one lone male, defies them. Once an elite Hunter, he escapes the compost heap to challenge the Wicca, his all-female government. He has made himself indispensable as their construction superintendent. Under the cover of this assignment, he secretly assembles an Army to threaten their rule.
One group, the Others, have infiltrated into the highest positions of government in three of the remaining groups, no human can exist in the fourth group: Ergots. When the Others are strong enough, they will control this island.
Everyone has his or her own agenda. Kimraig Llu can trust only one. A person behind the scenes that keeps him from feeling truly isolated. Will help come from there?
Before Kimraig is ready to make his move, his former lover, Leader Breen, holds him captive and uses his plans to pursue her own goals; the essence of power hovering just out of reach. She will forge her own empire with Kimraig as the hammer.
Glossary
The Survivors of Manhattan
BUILDERS
are the survivors of professionals caught in high-rise buildings when disaster struck New York. Females out number males ten to one: each female controls her own future. Males are slaves fit only for breeding.
A
Queen’s
life is good; a
Leader
is better; promotion to
Superior
, the ultimate. Even a basic female
Trooper
reigns.
Superiors:
One female elected by the Governing Council to head each of the five buildings. The Superiors hold the title of Mistress. The 1st of One, controls Number 1 Building.
Queens:
The title of Queen is a warrior’s honor, gained only on the battlefield. The number after a Queen’s name is the building where each individual’s mother conceived.
Hunters:
The title is a warrior’s honor, gained only on the battlefield in service to his Queen.
Troopers:
These are female soldiers, earning their rank in battle. Individuals may exempt themselves from the battle groups by committing to an alternate way of life before the Mating Ritual.
CROSSERS
are descendants of former police and service people who survive under constant attack from Builders. In their smaller buildings
Across the Street
they have done their best to protect the working parts of their previous government. The number of Crossers is one-third the size of the Builders; their population is in rapid decline. Females outnumber males two to one, the difference growing with each child’s delivery. Birth rate continues to fall. They steal children, preferably male children. Protecting life is the first priority of each citizen.
OUTSIDERS
are the street’s discarded people. They live a nomadic lifestyle, nowhere and everywhere, just as their ancestors had amid the rubble of a decaying city. They raid Crossers and Builders for young girls—plenty of those around. More times than not, the girls—and a few males—are gifts as children, discarded in the Builder’s decaying basements or unguarded compost heap.
Their current despot leader rules his losers by rationing the alcohol they need to feed their addiction. The more they obey, the more they get.
OTHERS
tally as fifty percent of all three populations. They are males with their domestic partners: females with theirs; and Hermaphrodites, the
Alternate Genders
.
ERGOTS
defy description. They appear as blobs, or bubbles with little substance, seen irregularly, while traveling the basements and tunnels of the city.
BUILDINGS OF NOTE
The Builders
Number 1 Building is the spot where the Builder nation began.
Number 2 Building is the baby factory (hospital) where all births “should” take place.
Number 3 Building is the Compost Heap—garbage disposal, cemetery and punishment.
Number 4 Building is the Training area for all Battle Groups. Top floor is under construction.
Number 5 Building is the seat of Government.
Number 6 Building is One Nine, the final battleground.
The Crossers
Their main building towers 16 stories, next to the wrecked Subway Station. The Subway’s elevator and its tunnels are the Crosser’s main ingress and egress to the city.
Survivors Zone
Prologue. Leave no record
Damn woman was in his face, standing right here beside him, first thing this morning. It was all he could do to keep his temper, much less respond with good humor. He managed one limited smile, then sent his Superior—made that title up she did—on her way with a promise to call as soon as he finished.
Now here she is interrupting his lunch with a C-link call, asking, “You done yet.”
I was the Head Librarian around here for fifty years, and way before these people took control after the wars. Best she remembers that. She did not need to know he had finished his assignment. Destroy every scrap of research relating to birth defects.
In fact, he finished it yesterday. Wiping computer drives did not take very long. What did take a few minutes extra was filling one up as he had done with several stacked in the salvage bins. All the research into births here in the five buildings was archived—hidden—here on these drives. Someone would find them someday.
He made the promised call. Now he had to wait while she came up to check his work. Well if she was going to treat him like a little kid, he would act like one. He kicked back to read the last piece of the puzzle. Put his feet up on the desk, she hated him doing that.
This is exciting. Read the first line and what do we have? A sniff of another puzzle, request one of two. Where could number two be hiding?
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Date: Month
05
Day
06
Year
013 A.B.
Number 5 Building Library Archives.
Restricted Entry
Original handwritten journal document, dated 012 A. B. *** Unfinished Journal found in backpack near skeletal remains. Credentials for R. B. Styles, Freelance Writer, attached. Gnaw marks on bones from unknown species.
Location: Basement level-two, Number 1 Building, dated 015, A. B.
***
Note to yourself R.B., is this going to be Chapter 1, the book cover teaser, or prologue? Whatever works, but remember to decide later.
They
were all wrong. Yes
them
: those fools who called themselves experts.
Of course, if you listen to those who remain,
they
say
they
were right on with their dooms-day predictions. So a few minor details were short of the truth, no one cares. Cover it up. Who knew updated information would come in after publication. Damn those deadlines. After all, they protected tenure, grants and enhanced reputations.
