The Republic of Herculean Misava lives by the saying, “Survival of the Fittest.” The island is isolated from civilization and lives by laws and values that would cause a riot in our modern-day world. Everyone has only ever known a certain way of living and everyone lives by it without question. 

Galaxy, Stone, Major, Icterine, Falcon and 6, try to navigate this harsh world as they try to understand why it is the way it is.

“ Secrets fill every society in the world. Our world is no different. The Misava people live on an island far away from civilization. Our leaders believe it is safer so we can protect the world we've created and so no one can change the values we have. Our world is different from yours in many ways. We live by our genetic material and what it tells us. Our society believes everything is written in there and it reveals information that is vital to our status.

The process of determining this is hidden in the few geneticists available in our world, and they are a rarity that holds this secret. Another important factor is the number 12. The number 12 is used and evident in every society. There are a few rules but nothing too protecting from harm since the motto of the state is, "Survival of the Fittest." The Misava people live by these laws and hold them dearly. Welcome!

The jobs of the republic give you your rank as follows:

(1 is the lowest and twelve is the highest)

1) Dancer

2) Cleaner

3) Waiter

4) Teacher

5) Police Officer

6) Athlete

7) Doctor

8) Singer

9) Writer

10) Veterinarian 

11) Astronaut

12) Leader

12 jobs.

In the 84th 12th year, 1008 years to be exact have passed since the Misava people have existed. It is the twelfth month, December, the last day of the month which will bring us to the 84th 12th year, 1009 years since the Republic of Herculean Misava was created. The country has 12 days in a week and they are called by the numbers representing them.”

Survival of the Fittest

Falcon wakes up with a dull expression. His father is at work and, so, he feels he has no one to confide in. He dresses and goes to get breakfast. His mother watches him drag himself around the house and slump in the chair. 


"Son," his mother calls and watches him ignore her, "Falcon." Falcon lifts his head respectfully and holds a, clearly, fake smile on his dull face. "Talk to me," his mother says sweetly, "I know we don't talk a lot and you have a better relationship with your father but know that I am always here if you need me." Falcon nods, gets up and leaves the home to get to the Dray train that always awaits someone new to devour into its chaos. 


Falcon doesn't, even, hide his true feelings. His heart aches and his mind rages with sadness. He walks through the school doors and spots Galaxy. He walks right past her and into his class. 


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