Julius_Nicho

In a future ruled by surveillance and silence, one man’s fight for his daughter ignites a revolution.

Kirion, a war-scarred medic turned resistance strategist, has spent years battling a regime that turned truth into a weapon. When his daughter—Amaya, a gifted hacker—is captured and twisted into a tool of control, Kirion must risk everything to bring her back.

But saving her is only the beginning.

As the uprising spreads and the regime falls, Kirion and his allies must face a harder battle: rebuilding a broken world with justice, not vengeance. Through war, healing, and legacy, Young, Wired, and Raising Little Ones tells the story of a father, a daughter, and a nation learning not just how to survive—but how to lead, love, and raise the next generation in peace.

Young, Wired and Raising Little Ones

The city no longer trembled beneath booted patrols or echoed with the drone of surveillance engines. Instead, the streets were alive with color, murals of resistance and rebirth plastered on every visible surface. Markets buzzed again. Children played freely in parks that had once been razor-wired holding zones. And through it all, the buzz of something new and electrifying hummed through the air: democracy.

It had been over a year since the last government stronghold fell. The interim council—made up of former resistance leaders, activists, educators, and ordinary citizens—had stabilized the essentials: food, shelter, communication lines, and law. Now, they were preparing for the first free election in decades.

Kirion watched from the back of a crowded town hall as candidates took turns on stage, answering questions from citizens. No scripts. No handlers. Just people, speaking to people.

His presence didn't go unnoticed. A few heads turned. Some whispered. Others simply smiled, nodding in respect.

Everyone knew who he was. Not because he'd demanded it. Not because he'd seized the spotlight. But because Kirion had become a symbol: of resistance, of resilience, of sacrifice. Of possibility.

After the forum, a familiar face emerged from the crowd—Minister Ayen, now head of the Electoral Transition Council. Her posture was straight, but her face soft.

"We've finalized the candidate list," she said without preamble. "But the people keep writing in your name."

Kirion sighed and glanced out the tall windows at the crowds milling outside. A banner waved across the square: Our Voices, Our Future.

"You're more than that to them," she said gently. "You're proof that one person, armed with conviction and love, can change a nation. They want a leader who doesn't want power. That's rare."

He ran a hand through his graying hair. "And what happens when they realize I'm just a man? One who's made mistakes. One who's tired?"

"Then they'll see they don't need a savior," Ayen said. "Just someone who won't lie to them. Someone who's walked their path."

The offer was official now. Kirion's name would remain on the ballot, unless he removed it himself.

That night, at the dinner table, he told his family. His younger daughter looked confused. Amaya, concerned. And Amaya's gaze pierced him the most—not out of fear, but understanding.

"Would you do it?" she asked softly. "If it came down to it?"

Kirion leaned back in his chair. "I never fought for power. I fought for choice. For a world where my daughter didn't have to sneak food across checkpoints or send encrypted messages just to stay alive. If this election is that world... maybe I don't need to lead it."

His older daughter, Amaya's stepchild, now eighteen and full of fire and clarity, placed her hand on his.

"They want you to guide them, Papa. But that doesn't mean you have to do it alone."

He nodded slowly, heart heavy but full.

The election loomed. And so did a choice—not just for Kirion, but for a nation learning to dream again.

Chapter 91: The Election Looms