I know it is not the best story in town, but I wrote this for a class, and I thought I'd post PART of it. The story does go on to explain the system of government and how poeple live in a child like style. I thought it was way to long, so I just cut it to this chunk. Enjoy.
In a town, called Serendipity lived a boy named Lartuen. Serendipity was a small place just outside of a country called Acirema, a strange and unknown place not to be understood by Serendipities. This boy, adventurous and braze as he was, ventured off from his home one day, looking for a quest.
He took a long, thick stick as his hiking stick and began his journey towards a small thicket near his home. After walking in, he noticed it was not as small as he thought and he tried to make his way back out, but, unfortunately, he made himself even more confused an lost. After what seemed like an eternity, he saw a clearing and trotted towards it. There, in front of him, lay city, glowing with lights and intense with noise. Steam and smoke poured from tall towers and he saw people coming and going, back and forth.
Slowly, Lartuen made his way down towards the concrete jungle. He noticed a sudden change in temperature; it was suddenly very hot. Lartuen finally made it to the outskirts of the metropolis and kindly stopped someone to ask where he was.
“Where are you? Are you lost; I have not time to spare. Rushed I am, and always will be. You, child, are in Silop, in Acirema. Now leave, you are blocking my path,” the man snorted. He wore a black suit, held a black briefcase, and had a blank expression on his face. He had his arms crossed at his chest the whole time he blubbered towards Lartuen. That seemed very strange to Lartuen, because he always uses his hands when talking.
Not hoping to be rude, he ran towards the gaiting man, once again, and asked, “Why do you cross your arms?”
“I cross them because it is cold, you’re not cold? Why are you not crossing your arms?”
“Because I love to use them.”
“That is your problem, not mine,” the man responded and continued his gait that Lartuen interrupted.
“I don’t think that’s a problem…” Lartuen started to say, but the strange man was already too far away.
Lartuen started to walk towards a wonderful looking building that caught his eye. He walked through massive wooden doors and saw hundreds and thousands of books lying inside. He awed at the sight. Inside sat an old man, writing at his desk.
He looked up and spotted Lartuen, and asked,” Hello. How can I help you?”
“Umm… Maybe a book?”
“What type of book do you want?” The Librarian appeared to be using sign language in addition to talking.
“A book on the history of Acirema?” Lartuen pardoned.
“Ha! You tickle my fancy, adolescent. A book of that stature could not learn you a bit. Perhaps a paperback of children’s stories?” the librarian snickered.
“Sure,” replied Lartuen, not knowing what else to say.
“Well, we do not carry such trivial books in this library.”
“Then why did you mention it?” still a little confused about the word ‘adolescent’.
“Because you do not deserve a single book within these walls. It is my duty to withhold these manuscripts for those who are privileged enough to exploit their knowledge,” replied the man, continuing his hand movement.
“Why do you use such big words? I cannot understand half of what you say. Also, why can’t anyone use these books?”
“I utilize superfluous words because I sound intelligent and I deserve for others to think of me that way. I keep the books for the same reason.”
“How can you sound ‘inligent’ if no one can understand what you are saying?”
“Boy, the word is ‘intelligent’, not ‘inligent’,” the librarian interrupted.
“- I wasn’t finished…”
“Okay. I bet you don’t even know half of what are in these books. One person can’t know everything.”
“Really, go find a single book and bring it back here. I shall let you ask me one question about the book and if I cannot answer it, then I will let you use my library. But, if I do answer it, you must leave.”
The two shook hands on the deal and Lartuen started his task of searching for a book. He slowly walked down rows of books. ‘Don’t choose one too big, because he surely has read that. Don’t choose one too small, he surely had the time to read one of those. Maybe one that blends in… But how will I see it if it blends in…?’
Finally, after a few minutes, he came back with a book in hand. The book was called ‘Kampf’, a strange word that Lartuen had never heard of, but the old man probably had. However, Lartuen had an idea.
“Ha! I have read that book so many times; I know the page number on which the information is held!” Boasted the man.
“Good, then you can answer me this question,” Lartuen flipped two pages into the book and asked, “What is the seventh word of the copyright?”
The librarian was stunned, baffled, astonished, and jarred. He thought, and thought, and twitched his hand, and thought some more, but could not think of a single word. Finally, to his sadness, the senior asked, “Okay, you got me. I will guess it is the word new?”
Lartuen cleverly responded with, “I don’t know, the page was ripped out.”
“Then I cannot be wrong!”
“Yes, you are, you should have said that there is not copyright.”
“You have fooled me, but a deal is a deal, you may use my library.”
“Well, I should be going home now, but I have a question.”
“What is it?” sobbed the librarian.
“Why do you constantly move your arms and why did a man outside cross them towards his chest?”
“That is because, outside, though hot for me and you, it is cold to him, because that is how he sees the world. I always more mine, because I must keep myself entertained and busy. Do not worry yourself. You have proven to me, with the bet that you will fit right in.”
-Serendipity is making fortunate discoveries accidentally. Lartuen ( Neutral ), right in the beginning, accidentally finds the city Silop ( Polis, a fundamental political unit ).
-He actually is in Solip while lost in the forest. It can be thought of that Lartuen is in Acirema ( America ), right when he starts to get lost and confused.
-The man in the black suit is a worker, who always Is busy and in a hurry to go somewhere. His arms are crossed because he sees the world as a cruel, cold place. He walks in a gait because, though he works from paycheck to paycheck, he thinks he owns it all.
-The library is a massive place [even though I hardly described it] that is filled with books to show that the librarian has tones of knowledge, but does not share it. Consequently, he loses the bet because a single man cannot know everything.
-‘Don’t choose one too big, because he surely has read that. Don’t choose one too small, he surely had the time to read one of those. Maybe one that blends in… But how will I see it if it blends in…?’ is just a funny paradox that I added in to show that everything is not orderly and that serendipity is the best gift someone could have.
-The bet, and the phrase, “you will fit right in”, are meant to show how Silop works on a fundamental scale.
-P.S. it is written as a children's story style on purpose. [It was very hard trying to keep it at a low reading level]