The Final Wordsmith: Atroano Zisi
(26k words, unedited) Wouldn’t you like to get everything you desire through simply talking to those who have that everything? Well, keep dreaming. This isn’t a story of some magical mind-control crap. This is a story of the past, when people were illiterate idiots. Among them was me, Atroano. Call me Ano. While millions starved to drive out certain members of certain groups into the open, the Capitas only cared about profits. Greed ruled the land and killed the land. Smack dab in the middle of it, I was born screaming out for food that wasn’t coming. My family name, Zisi, meant a lot a while back, or so I was told. Now the name meant nothing. Another few letters dragged through the mud. Early life was short and burdened. I had to earn my keep as soon as I could hold an excavator. Our group wondered around looking for opportunity, food, and love. The Capitas called us Wonderers when in public, but they called us trash among themselves. They were the rich and powerful of Ahedis. What co...