Order of Angels

The life I was given I always felt was handed to me, and I hate the idea that nothing I do is something I can own. Zonus is a planet filled with different races, cultures, magic, alchemy, and ideas that one could spend eons exploring, but yet all of that has no meaning. The people of Zonus including myself are powerless the angels rule over every town in Zonus. Races are separated by birth, and magic is granted by god. Jobs are given at birth I was chosen to work in the fields to grow crops, and my dad was also chosen for this same task. Jobs are handed down by birth, but I never cared much for growing crops I find the task to be bland. I have been revolting against this system to my father's dismay since I was was young.

I was even given the name Kreyol Mallory by birth which is basically in our culture just a traditional religious name. The now one true god sends his angels down to Earth to enforce laws upon the people living in Zonus. In truth though despite how we never starve, and are always given our fair share deep down I really hate the restrictions that have been put in place. Angels rule different parts of the world, and each country has a seraphim assigned to it that watches over and rules the land. Each town has a lower class angel assigned to deal with day to day activities, and tasks. Our town of Gensia is ruled over by a regular bottom rung angel Juna she oversees, and provides instruction for the regular citizens living in Gensia.

I am currently out in my secret spot away from town I am technically not really allowed to be out here, but I come out here from time to time. I need some time to get away from my father, and I also hunt, or practice using various weapons out here. I have made a makeshift fort out of wood I gathered from out here, and I also keep meat stored here stuff like deer that we are not allowed to eat normally. I cook it up in my fire pit I have used this spot for years now, and honestly it really is the one place I can relax, and call my own. I put up my feet and take in the nature around me while I eat my freshly cooked meat in satisfaction.

I sometimes think about how this world got to the way it is now each culture, and race separated under the harsh order of angels. My mother when she was still alive used to tell me stories that once a long time ago every race lived together, and countries were ruled by kings who fought over land. I also heard that once there were many gods that ruled over the world, but the gods went to war with each other, and only one ruled supreme. Once the supreme god was the only one left he, and his army of angels took an iron fist down upon humanity to stop all wars. Great peace took over the world, and some praised the new ruler for bringing peace, but I for one detest such a ruler.

Freewill is not something that should be taken away at the sacrifice of losing freedom, and I will never be fine with any of this. My mom felt the same way, and maybe if such a god wasn't in power my mom would still be alive since she died at the hands of angels. I stood up since my mood was changing for the worst I think it was time to head home before my dad blows a fuse. It was also getting late the sun was going down I had spent most the day outside again, but I felt satisfied. I walked into the twilight with my muddy boots I made my way back to the house at the edge of the forest.

The door was closed, but I could hear sounds coming from inside my father would be just making dinner. I stepped inside the house my dad was just putting the finishing touches on our meal for tonight looked like vegetable stew again. We were not forbidden from eating meat, but only certain kinds of meat was allowed, and in somewhat limited quantities. I sighed, "Dad I am back." My dad looked somewhat annoyed, "Kreyol where have you been son you know you just turned eighteen not long ago Kreyol Mallory its time you stopped playing around. I wanted you in the field today I was gonna have you help me tend to the crops, and give you proper farming lessons today." I frowned, "I was out as usual you know how I feel about tending to the farm."

This job was passed down generation to generation my grandpa Zio passed down his job to my father Cyrus. The Mallory family have been farmers for decades now at this point nobody remembers a time when the Mallory family had another job. I wanted to break this cycle I want to break this stupid rule of jobs being inherited, why should I have to do a job that was just handed to me. My dad seeing my face spoke up, "Look Kreyol we are on the same side I as well as your mom both hated the idea of our son having his decisions made for him. Keeping that in mind we have no choice we have rules that must never be broken lest we suffer punishment.

I decided to sit at the table I ate my meal quietly it tasted fine, but I was really craving anything else. My dad added on, "Kreyol you will not want to hear this, but come tomorrow we have to start your daily work. Tomorrow will also be a survey day, so I want you on your best behavior no sneaking off to do god knows what." Survey days happened once a month, and basically the local government surveyed the town to make sure everything was running properly. Sometimes it would just be the immediate local committee, but on days like tomorrow which happened yearly official government would be doing a survey. The reason this is important is because they usually brought with them the local angel who oversees the town.

I spoke up, "Alright dad even I wouldn't do anything stupid tomorrow we could be fined pretty heavily if they find anything out of shape ultimately." My dad nodded, "Yeah I would go to bed early tonight son since we will have to do quite a bit of preparation before they come. I would say wake up before a little before 11 Am I hear they are coming a little earlier this year." I would have to be up an hour earlier than even that since I wanted to go to my hideout tomorrow, but of course I couldn't tell him that. I finished up my dinner said goodnight to my dad, and drifted off to sleep decently quickly. I faded into darkness as the day had tired me out far more than I had originally expected.

I woke up about an hour before my dad wanted me to, and I snuck out of the house quickly my dad was already up, but he would of been in the field already. I went out the back entrance, so I could avoid being seen by my dad as I snuck off to the forest in the back of our house. I walked through the forest to get to my special place, but something wasn't right the ground here had been recently traveled on. I saw a bunch of new footprints I hasn't seen yesterday, and weirder yet they were human footprints. I followed them, and as I followed them my stomach got more, and more queasy they led right into my secret spot.

The base I had spent so hard working on had been intruded on everything I built had been reduced to nothing. The seats I had set out, sad the overhead made of logs I had gathered had been burned down to a crisp nothing had remained as it was. Someone had made some effort to reduce my base to nothing, I slammed my fist into a nearby tree. I swear to god when I find whoever did this I am going to give them a serious piece of my fist. I walked back to the house in a huff ready to start asking around about my base that had been reduced to ashes.

My dad was waiting outside the house he looked as white as a sheet he yelled over at me a yell that somehow felt very familiar. The same yell I had heard only a few years ago when my mom died this time however it was directed at me. My dad white as a ghost yelled nervously, "Kreyol! Get your ass over here right now son!" I hurried to get closer to him a little bit shaken up that my dad had such a tone, but as I got closer I saw the issue. In front of my dad three guys wearing armor, and weapons stood close by, and behind them I saw a snow-white woman with wings. My dad shot me a piercing glance, "Son! These men have a lot of questions for you! They say that you broke several laws please son tell them they have the wrong guy!" Sweat formed on my forehead, as I prepared myself to talk to the men knowing in my core that nothing I said would matter to them.