The story of a girl who knew everything, yet knew nothing.
March 25, 8000
To any survivors,
My name is Nicolyn. I’m fifteen. I come from the Gamies and the Siffs. They were a tribe that once lived six thousand years ago. I keep a journal that dates back to the days when I was a little girl. I am still considered a ‘little girl’. People call me stupid, but they don’t know what I hide from them all. I have an extraordinary gift -
I am a girl who knows everything.
My journal helps me stay happy, and calm during times like these. They have never been pleasant. This is the year of 8000. It is this day of March that brings us all together, no matter what body, size or shape, amount of money made, or status of health. This is Sanctus Day. The day the government took over and made us their lab rats.
Those untouched are from the wealthy group. They are stationed in the middle of the city. I am lucky to be classified part of the wealthy, yet poor. The ones without much money live on the outskirts, and most of the time, out of the city limits. I wander from the outside area, to the city. I work here, amongst the rich, and live among the poor.
“Nicolyn Sartow.”
“Sanero.” Yes
I must answer in the language our past taught us. The City does not know that I scarcely know any of the language. It is Skeptim, a very old form of speaking. Our City commanded it be a law, that all men, women, and children learn its ways.
Most of the elders know all it contains. The hand movements, the way you are to guide yourself towards The City, the way you must hold yourself while walking through the city, everything. Least be including the tongue. It is needed, yet not. For we must know of it to communicate our thoughts and answers to The City, but we mustn't use it in the city, save for speaking with the Council.
The Council are a committee that are selected every few years to decide on new laws and such. They don’t really do much, just sit in their white building all day. They wear long, draping white ropes as well to match the incredible blinding glare from the sun, to our eyes. The impeccable “glow” that surrounds them is to ensure ‘peacefulness..’ Like it really does anything save, give us headaches and make us stare at the emaciated ground. Covered in trash and patches of coal dust.
“Che.” Come
“Sanero Penko.” Yes sir.
“Say watchen toktub kelk.”
One of the elders mouths what The City said. What have you eaten this week?
In turn he mouths what I need to say. Septum codana potlem.
“Septum codana potlem.” One bag of potatoes
“Ven Septum?” Only one?
“Sanero.” Yes
“Pershambu naw. Tik oblum” Very well. You may go.
“Tok.” Thank you
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Three weeks later….
April 8, 8000
To all my friends and all my foes,
One day I am going to take over The City. They will be no match for me. I will rise an army from our scattered ashes. We shall beat them. They will lie on the ground gasping for mercy. And on that day, we shall all be free.
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One year later….
May 16, 8001
To all the men, women and children here with me today,
May we all perish as heros, or survive to rise.
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“What are we?
“Sirt yal kayin?”
“We are the winners! We are the champions! We shall rise!”
“Jayn yeh ti kimmey! Jayn yeh ti cuyun! Jayn plit kepto!”
All chants: “We are the winners. We are the champions. We shall rise!”
“Jayn yeh ti kimmey! Jaynyeh ti cuyun! Jayn plit kepto!”
“Where are we?”
“ Re yeh jayn?”
“We are at the city gates. We are here to tear them down. We shall win! We shall rise! Let all The City burn. Let all the memories die!”
“Jayn yeh a cyt hata. Jayn yeh yun pay ker uney pasey! Jayn plie kalk! Jayn plit kepto! Pi key The City fueg. Pi key ti myseyas henyu!”
All chants: “We are at the city gates. We are here to tear them down. We shall win! We shall rise! Let all The City burn. Let all the memories die!”
“Jayn yeh a cyt hata. Jayn yeh yun pay ker uney pasey! Jayn plie kalk! Jayn plit kepto! Pi key The City fueg. Pi key ti myseyas henyu!”
It is time to attack! We shall win! They may come upon us, but they’re missing one fatal link. I am the girl that knows eveyrthing!”
Dictionary:
Monokay che - Please come here.
Lekuron - I need you, come quick!
Sanero - Yes
Pak - No
Tok - Thank you
Sanero - Yes
Che. - Come
Sanero Penko. - Yes sir.
Say watchen toktub kelk. - What have you eaten this week?
Septum codana potlem. - One bag of potatoes
Ven Septum? - Only one?
Pershambu naw. Tik oblum - Very well. You may go.
Sirt yal kayin? - What are we?
Jayn yeh ti kimmey! Jayn yeh ti cuyun! Jayn plit kepto! - We are the winners! We are the champions! We shall rise
Jayn yeh ti kimmey! Jaynyeh ti cuyun! Jayn plit kepto! - We are the winners. We are the champions. We shall rise!
Re yeh jayn? - Where are we?
Jayn yeh a cyt hata. Jayn yeh yun pay ker uney pasey! Jayn plie kalk! Jayn plit kepto! Pi key The City fueg. Pi key ti myseyas henyu! - We are at the city gates. We are here to tear them down. We shall win! We shall rise! Let all The City burn. Let all the memories die!
Jayn yeh a cyt hata. Jayn yeh yun pay ker uney pasey! Jayn plie kalk! Jayn plit kepto! Pi key The City fueg. Pi key ti myseyas henyu! - We are at the city gates. We are here to tear them down. We shall win! We shall rise! Let all The City burn. Let all the memories die!
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