The world was in ruins after the end of the war with the monsters. Not very
many people died when you really do the math, and consider all the destruction
that occurred. Still, the government was gone, and their protectors were gone.
No one knew what ever happened to the source mages. Many believed they were
locked away safely in their hidden pocket dimension, but no one had the
ability to go up there and check. The majority of the town mages were still
around, but they no longer had powers. Jayde Kovac had successfully sucked up
nearly all temporal energy, and used it to defeat the time monsters. Had she
not succeeded, all would have been lost, because though some of the monsters
did manage to survive, they were few and far between, and it seemed they kind
of now understood that there was nothing more they could do. They attacked
every once in a while over the course of the next several decades, but for the
most part, they remained in the remotest parts of the planet, and didn’t
bother anyone. For four years, the Durune humans survived, but they were no
longer a cohesive civilization. While it would come to be known as the
Interstitial Chaos, the survivors didn’t initially call it anything. It wasn’t
considered chaos until later, when history reflected on how life was at the
time. In reality, it was a recovery period, where there was no government, but
people still worked to rebuild, and find their purpose in a world without
monsters or mages. Besides the military establishments, which once sat closest
to the monster portal ring, none of the towns were completely destroyed.
Enough of each was left standing to justify repairing the buildings, but they
would never return to their former glory. People stuck to their respective
towns for the most part—excepting those who couldn’t—though they did conduct
the occasional trading. Hidden Depths had good mushrooms, and Hardtland good
fruits, for instance. Not every town could survive, though. Distante Remoto
was left almost completely standing, but they had relied on time powers for
their resources, which no longer existed. The people from there headed out,
and found homes elsewhere, but they brought a lot of their building material
with them, so they were at least contributing something. Peak Valley also
fared pretty well, because they too were harder to access, and their enemies
simply never had enough time for more than one attack. Their pipeline was
damaged, but not beyond repair. There were no internal conflicts, really; at
least nothing major. If someone took something from you, you either took it
back, or took from someone else. This sounds like it would only lead to true
chaos, but the chain always eventually broke, as soon as someone was robbed
who just didn’t care anymore. What the people living during this time didn’t
realize was that things could indeed get worse from here. They were absolutely
not at their lowest. That wouldn’t come until their greatest hope became their
worst nightmare.
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My name is Nick Fisherman III. It's not my real name, but that's not because I'm trying to hide from my former agency, or something. I named myself after someone I've known for most of my life, and he chose it in honor of his late best friend. I took up writing when I found myself failing 8th grade science, and realized I might never reach my dream of becoming a biochemist, a meteorologist, and a quantum physicist. I started developing my canon after a scouting trip to an island inspired what I thought would be my first novel. I founded this website upon the advice of many people, who told me I needed to get my work out there, and not wait for an agent to accept my manuscript. You can expect one new story every day. Weekdays are for microstories, which are one or two paragraphs long. They're usually only thematically linked, so you won't have to read one to understand another, but they do sometimes tell a combined story. Sundays are for my continuous longer story, The Advancement of Mateo Matic, which I started in the beginning, and won't end until 2066. Saturdays are for long series, most of which take place in the same universe as Mateo, and add to the larger mythology.
Tuesday, September 1, 2020
Microstory 1442: The Interstitial Chaos
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