“Trot your butt on down here then. If you’re feeling froggy, jump.”
The radio went quiet. It wouldn’t be quiet for long. Jace turned the volume down and put the radio in his coat pocket. He slipped into the shadows. All this trouble because he was told to choose.
“You can do it,” the fairy whispered. “You have a pure heart. The Chalice is filled, a sacrifice must be made. Choose.”
Who doesn’t want to be told they have a pure heart? As human beings, we all enjoy a compliment. We ‘think’ we are good people. We all choose to think that our ways of thinking are best. ‘If society ran according to my opinion, it would be perfect.’ Jace was no exception to the rule.
On New Earth, humans are the lowest of the low. Slavery is allowed. Humans and the Lower Species are nothing more than doormats to those who considered themselves superior. Elves and Dwarves, Righteous and Shunned, strutted through the streets and never considered the plight of the lives they crushed in their wake.
In this quasi-utopian society, Elves ruled the political sphere, the Righteous Dwarves ruled the economy. The Shunned ran the black market and all criminal enterprises. At the Cliff of Fate, all fates were intertwined. Jace stared at Rianna’s Chalice and the destinies of all life. He could change the future, make right all wrongs, all he had to do was decide who died.
The pixie, fairy, devil incarnate, Sheera continued to push Jace to choose.
“Think of a world that is pure. Where all life is equal, where no race, creed, or gender is superior to the other. There can be no political party. You could set the rules and make all life as you see fit. All you have to do…”
“I choose The Shunned Dwarves to remove criminality from the world,” Jace said. The fairy grinned. “I choose the Elves and Righteous Dwarves for the sin of slavery.”
The fairy cackled with maniacal laughter as the Chalice split in twain. The Righteous Dwarves were trapped underground. Their cities were leveled. Those not crushed by the falling debris turned to cannibalism. When the weak were gone, they feasted upon the strong. The remaining few starved to death when their food source ran out. Elven cities were destroyed by meteors. Few survived the falling projectiles. The last meteorite that hit the Elven capital of Tir Lochnalle was the size of Old Earth’s Stonehenge. Of all the races, the Shunned Dwarves got off the lightest. They were consumed with unquenchable fire.
Jace turned to face the fairy, but she disappeared. Her laughter echoed through his mind. In the moment that he chose, 11 billion lives were snuffed out. “At least, we will finally have peace,” Jace thought as he walked away from the Cliffs of Fate. “At long last, no one will suffer any longer.”
In the elation that he had made the ‘right’ choice, he forgot that humanity’s history was full of sin. Slavery had happened in mankind’s past. Sure, the last great empire, America, had abolished it through a fierce Civil War. That didn’t stop other races from continuing the practice. Nor did it keep the criminals from utilizing sex trafficking. Old Earth was full of such vile actions. Mankind murdered each other at alarming rates. The 20,000-year leap forward had not improved mankind’s nature. It was the same nature that ruined every civilization that had preceded America.
His choice hadn’t changed anything but who was at the top of the dung heap. Now, the survivors of those who bore the brunt of his choices wanted to kill him.