Chapter 3: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows

Posted: July 27, 2013 in Novel: The Land Without Footprints
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Book description: The Land Without Footprints: Shadows Amongst Shadows is set in the Modern Middle Ages, the age after the ages of Earth, when humans inhabit a planet where, unbeknownst to them, the moons control every action. What remains of the Earth is confined to books. In fact, many have decided to live by the rules of those books once called fiction. But no fiction or reality rules over the Mystic. He rules by only two laws: obey his desires and obey your desires. His desires are twofold: virgins and immortality. However, the desires of his subjects are as wicked as ever known. But the Dagens, a family rooted in the old ways of society, cannot give into their desires. They cannot kill just to kill, hate just to hate, destroy just to destroy. Yet if society is to become what it once was, the Dagens must destroy freedom and place chains around those who no longer wish to be chained.

3 – Jordan

“You interrupted everything.” Cassandra crumpled the paper resting between herself and Damyn. Cross-legged the two of them sat atop her bed, an arm’s length apart. “We were playing a very adult game not intended for our immature minds.”

Jordan knew the game well. Sex stripped of love, his father had called it. It was a pastime that had recently developed in the country of Masago, involving no action just words, copulation for the mind. Another example of how intercourse had turned into a sport such as fishing or mushroom hunting. Fellatio contests on every street corner, masturbation competitions every Sunday, children playing Simon Sex.

And yet the room smelled not of fornication but of vanilla.

Jordan crossed his arms at his chest, thought of how he’d nearly been raped by a pack of women after leaving his father. If it weren’t safe to walk the castle halls alone, how dangerous was it to walk the streets? “Perhaps you two should finish this game in the shadows. Incest wasn’t always allowed on Earth.”

Damyn grinned. “And where is Earth located now?”

On the pages of books, Jordan thought. Earth lived in history, truly. The planet had disappeared hundreds of years ago. Only in words did it now remain.

Cassandra came from the bed, crossed the room to an open window, and discarded her crumblings below. Despite the age of a girl, she possessed the figure and confidence of a woman. Still at fifteen, she had more growth within. Who knew how much more child she had left to shuck?

“A society that suppresses love doesn’t have a future,” Cassandra said, as she eyed her reflection in the closest mirror. She picked up a paintbrush from the mirror’s table and swirled pinkness around her navel, touching up her painted on garments.

Damyn stood, smoothed out his clothes, entered the conversation: “It once was illegal to believe in yourself, and to think and be happy, you know? This is the age of freedom, though. One step out of God’s hands we’ve walked.”

Jordan turned his eyes from his sister’s desirability, looked at the floor. Once it had been illegal to be ugly, as well. “And what age comes next?”

Cassandra placed the paintbrush back into its container. “There is no going forward after nothing. Freedom doesn’t like to wear chains.”

Jordan cracked his fingers, then pointed to Damyn, remembered why he’d come here in the first place: “Father wants us to abort the Mystic’s children.”

“How can you abort them?” Horror distorted Cassandra’s voice. “I thought they’ve already been born?”

“It’s never too late to terminate a thing,” Jordan said, slamming the door as he left. Quickly quick he let himself back in. “Remind yourself that the Mystic owns your virginity, Cass.”

All women owed their virginity to the Mystic. Without virgins it was known the Mystic wouldn’t survive. Nobody knew exactly why he wouldn’t survive, but they just knew he wouldn’t.

Cassandra twirled her hair around her finger, said nothing. Instead she stared ahead like she expected a stare to do physical harm. “Father birthed those same words yesterday.”

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