The Crystal and the Flame: Sifters 1

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The Crystal and the Flame: Sifters 1

Status: 2nd Draft

The Crystal and the Flame: Sifters 1

Book by: graymartin

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Genre: Young Adult

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BORN A COMMON SETTLER, Wil shouldn’t be able to sift, but he can. He sees emotions in bursts of color and hears thoughts as if they were whispered into his ear. This gift has transformed his life,
lifting him from the squalor of a Settler’s camp to the Guardian Academy – an elite school where young Sifters train to use their power. But Wil soon learns he will never be accepted by his High
Founder classmates. No matter what his accomplishments, they’ll always see him as an outsider. A ‘Camp Rat’ with inferior blood, not worthy of the Guardian name.



UNLESS HE CAN PROVE THEM WRONG. Now sixteen and on the verge of graduation, Wil finally has that chance. Somewhere in the frozen Settlement of York, a dangerous mind is on the run. If he can track
them down before his classmates do, he’ll win more than bragging rights. He might finally earn some respect, maybe even a grudging nod from Astrid Blake – the beautiful but frosty daughter of the
most powerful man in Neoden.



THE FOX HUNT IS ON. As Wil chases his quarry through the ruins of York, he still believes what he’s been taught: that a Guardian’s sacred duty is to keep the citizens of Neoden free from evil
thoughts. But when he and his classmates are targeted in a deadly terrorist attack, those beliefs start to crumble. Why would the Settlers he's been sent to protect try to kill him? When a voice
from the past reaches out to him with an answer, he's forced to face a terrifying possibility: maybe powerful evil still exists in the world. And maybe he's been training to serve it.

Content Summary


BORN A COMMON SETTLER, Wil shouldn’t be able to sift, but he can. He sees emotions in bursts of color and hears thoughts as if they were whispered into his ear. This gift has transformed his life,
lifting him from the squalor of a Settler’s camp to the Guardian Academy – an elite school where young Sifters train to use their power. But Wil soon learns he will never be accepted by his High
Founder classmates. No matter what his accomplishments, they’ll always see him as an outsider. A ‘Camp Rat’ with inferior blood, not worthy of the Guardian name.



UNLESS HE CAN PROVE THEM WRONG. Now sixteen and on the verge of graduation, Wil finally has that chance. Somewhere in the frozen Settlement of York, a dangerous mind is on the run. If he can track
them down before his classmates do, he’ll win more than bragging rights. He might finally earn some respect, maybe even a grudging nod from Astrid Blake – the beautiful but frosty daughter of the
most powerful man in Neoden.



THE FOX HUNT IS ON. As Wil chases his quarry through the ruins of York, he still believes what he’s been taught: that a Guardian’s sacred duty is to keep the citizens of Neoden free from evil
thoughts. But when he and his classmates are targeted in a deadly terrorist attack, those beliefs start to crumble. Why would the Settlers he's been sent to protect try to kill him? When a voice
from the past reaches out to him with an answer, he's forced to face a terrifying possibility: maybe powerful evil still exists in the world. And maybe he's been training to serve it.

Author Chapter Note


Takes the action to Washton Settlement, where Wil and his classmates are about to start the fox hunt simulation. Does the dystopian world-building work? I'm especially interested in getting
feedback about plotting, character development and pace. Trying for an Orwellian vibe here.

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Submitted: January 22, 2013

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Chief Guardian Orwin Locke struts in front of us, chest puffed out beneath the peacock blue uniform of the High Founders, salt-and-pepper hair flapping in the wind. High above him flies our flag, emblazoned with the twin symbols of Neoden: the Crystal and the Flame. Now that the other Silver Wing has arrived, there are two hundred of us – the complete senior class – assembled on the tarmac and standing at attention. Knowing Locke, we’ll be stuck in this position for a while.

“Good morning, young brothers and sisters!” The Chief’s baritone voice echoes into the hangar behind us. “Welcome to Washton Port. The Ancients built their capital city on the banks of the river behind us. Some of their ruins are still standing, but I don’t need to remind you we’re not here as tourists.”

He turns to the Head Instructor and motions for him to take center stage. “Guardian Slate will review the details of this training operation.”

“Right, sir.” Slate steps forward. Tall, stiff and dressed in gray, he looks like he was carved from the rock that shares his name. “Cadets: this will be a Fox Hunt mission, conducted in the market district of Washton Port. You’ll be breaking up into teams of your choosing – two to four per team – and infiltrating in a staggered pattern. Any questions?”

Astrid, who’s standing up front, is the only one to raise her hand. “Won’t that give the first teams in an advantage?” she asks in a clear, confident voice.

Slate shakes his head. “There will be absolutely no tracking until the start signal is given. Our monitors will enforce this rule, and cheaters will be disqualified. Is that clear?”

We answer with a chorus of “Yes, sir!”

“Once you’re all deployed in the target zone,” Slate continues, “you’ll be hunting for a Gamma-type deviant.”

That grabs everyone’s attention. People have one of three dominant brain patterns: Alpha, Beta, or Gamma. All Founders and Guardians, including me, are Alphas. We think rationally, process the world through logic, and have a gift for seeing the big picture. Settlers, Enforcers and Warriors tend to be Betas – the work-horses of society. They favor linear thinking, live in the present, and crave structure and order. And as for the Gammas… the Founding Three called them the ‘serpents in the garden,’ and with good reason.  Gammas carry inside them the evil seed that brought our species, our planet, to the brink of destruction. Sure, they can’t help being what they are, but that doesn’t make them any less dangerous.

As every Prime School kid in Neoden knows by heart:  

 

Alphas dream up worlds.

Betas build worlds.

Gammas destroy worlds.

 

From the excited murmurs around me, I can tell everyone’s thinking the same thing: we’re about to hunt down the great white shark of all deviants.

Slate clears his throat to command silence. “To blend in with the population, you’ll need to dress per the local customs, which are simple enough. Northerners wear only one of two colors: black for men, brown for women. You’ll find the appropriate clothing in crates along the far wall of the hangar behind you, males to the right, females to the left.”

“Think they’ll let us change together?” Vin wise-cracks into my ear.

“An Enforcer unit is already in place at the perimeter of the Settlement. Once your team locates the target, tag them and wait for back up. If you tag incorrectly, you’ll be disqualified, so my advice to you is simple: tag wisely. The target may be male or female. He could be younger than you. She could be white-haired and toothless with one foot already in the grave. That’s for you to figure out.”

After some nervous laughter, we quiet down when Slate clears his throat.

“As some of you may know,” he says with mock gravity, “we instructors always place bets on who will win the Fox Hunt. For the past five years, that honor has gone to teams led by…” He pauses to invite a response.

Sniffers!” Vin belts out with most of our classmates. Hardly a surprise, since he, like three quarters of all Sifters, detects auras using his sense of smell.

“Instructors Bell, Ripley and Lee…” – He motions to the row of instructors beside him – “all think this tradition will continue.”

That triggers more whoops and whistles. “Then there’s Instructor Marin...” – Slate elbows the stocky man to his right – “who has inexplicably bet that a Whisper will win it all this year.”

A smattering of cheers rises, only to be drowned out by jeers and laughter. Sound Sifters, like Rainbows, are in the minority. No Whisper has ever won the Fox Hunt, so Marin must be hoping for a big payoff if he beats the odds.

Slate taps his mouthpiece to settle us down. “Which leaves me. I’m riding a five-year winning streak, which is why I’m betting this year’s winning team will be led by…” – He pauses, waiting for a raucous “Sniffers!” chant to die down before announcing his prediction – “… a Rainbow.”

This shocker is met with silence, followed by a smattering of boos and catcalls.

“I know,” Slate says once the protests have died down. “Not a popular choice, especially since there are only two color Sifters in the entire senior class.” My heart jumps as his gaze sweeps past me. “But I stand by my prediction. Feel free to prove me wrong.”

His challenge sets off another lame “Sniffers!” chant, which Vin joins in on after giving me a shrug. The noise only dies down when Chief Guardian Locke steps forward to reclaim center stage.

“Guardians!” the Chief shouts as a cold rain starts to fall. “We live in challenging times. We are closer than ever to victory, but war still rages in the Eastern Territory. The Sinovossian Empire –”

We hiss to drown out the name of the eternal enemy, carrying on like a pit of angry vipers until Locke raises his hands to silence us. “Yes, the enemy deserves your hatred. The Sinovoss are weak and diseased. Rotting from the core, but now, like a rabid dog that has been cornered, they are more dangerous than ever. They cannot win on the battlefield, so their new strategy is to infect our people from within!”

Locke pauses to let his words sink in before continuing in a low, ominous voice. “It’s true. Sinovoss spies have crossed the Great Sea to infiltrate our lands, spreading rumors of rebellion. These are lies, of course. Cancerous seeds spread by a small handful of foreign agitators and terrorists who think they can sow fear into our hearts. Will they succeed?”

Even though I’m pretty sure he’s asking a rhetorical question, we all boom out in unison: “No, sir!”

His hands shoot up to silence us. “Of course, not! What the Sinovoss don’t realize is that they’ve done us a favor. For the first time in generations, the traitors among us are daring to step out of the shadows. These terrorists are no longer content to hide in their holes. Some have even started organizing into cells. They’re out there now, plotting their evil schemes. This, my young brothers and sisters, is our opportunity! You see, when rats hide, they’re that much harder to exterminate. It’s only when they become too bold, when they swarm out of the darkness, that we can deliver our lethal blow. And mark my words: deliver – it – we – will!”

Cheers and whoops fill the air, but Locke doesn’t stop to absorb the praise. He’s on fire now.

“For three thousand years, we Guardians have protected our paradise. We are the keepers of the Sacred Flame, the gift the Founding Three handed down to our ancestors on the day humanity was reborn. Without you, darkness would flood in again, like waters rushing through a broken dam. Now more than ever, even a single crack could prove deadly. My brothers and sisters..." He scans the crowd, like he's searching for any weak link among us. "Will you crack?"

"Never! Never! Never!" we shout back, whipping ourselves into such a frenzy that Locke has no choice but to wait until we settle down. When we finally do, he nods in satisfaction.

"Never, indeed. Never forget what it means to be a Guardian. You are the heirs of the Founding Three. The defenders of their Sacred Vision. For three millennia, your ancestors have kept their flame burning. Will you be the first generation to let it die out?”

“No!”

“Will you forget your sacred duty?”

“Never!”

I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard this sort of pep talk, but my spine still tingles when he reaches the familiar climax: a call to recite the Guardian’s Oath together.

Taking our cue, we chant in perfect unison:

 

“We pledge ourselves to the Founding Three!”

“To the Crystal and the Flame!”

“With our gift, we will defend their truth!”

“With our lives, we will guard their Sacred Vision!

 

Vin turns to me as the last words of the Oath leave our lips, his wolfish grin saying it all.

Sure, we sound like we’re all in this together right now, but in a few minutes, that will change. Out there, it will be team against team.

Us against them.

Just the way we like it.

 

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