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A preview of my future novel, The Peacemaker- is a journal of the main Character
First of all, this is a charater from my future novel by the name of The Peacemaker. It takes place on the planet Lalmar, which was colonized by the Humans of Earth and the Kirmi of Kirmir around 3000 years ago. Somehere along the line one of them (no one knows who) conquered the other and enslaved them.  Since then, every 100 to 150 years, the enslaved race breaks free, turns around and enslaves their former masters and thus, hatred flows freely.  In the current age, the Kirmi have just broken free, but are still in the stage of gathering their wits.  Meanwhile members from both sides are terrorizing members of the other race. One man, a Hybrid, or half Human, half Kirmi; dares to go into these situations, defuse them, and build tolerence between the people involved. He is known only as Peacemaker. A quote from him, "I can only create the tolerance, Only you can keep it, and perhaps, one day, forge it into a shining new peace." This is the first entry of his journal - though it won't show up in the book.

2, Layzin, 2527 AYS (After Year Of Switch), Year of the Peacemaker

         I can't believe it! I just can't believe it! They named the year after me? It's ridiculous. What have I deserve such an honor? Okay, maybe I've stopped few fights, defused a few situations, created some tolerence; nothing big!  For that matter, why do they even call me 'Peacemaker'? All I do is create tolerence.  Like I say almost everyday, it is up to the people involved to forge peace.

         Sadly, as the people have come to call me that, so I have come to call myself that. Not out of arrogance, as some people may think.  When I was a slave in the salt mines, I developed Sarcarnay - a Kirmi child's allergy to the salt.  Unfortunately, with my percise genetic makeup as a Hybrid, it developed into a dangerous cancer.  I am literally fighting for my life, everyday.  The docters all agree; it is terminal. Keynor. Forgive my language, but that was difficult to write, though this is much more so; I have less than a year to live - I am dying.  Some of the effects of the cancer are severe loss of memory.
         
         I came into to the salt mines about the age of eleven. I remember so little before that, it's not funny.  I don't even remember my own name, though at times when thinking I call myself Jonovan, by accident. Could that be my name? I don't know. I know that my father was Human; our master. My mother was Kirmi, a slave. My brothers and sisters were all Hybrids like myself. There was peace in our family, love as well.

         When my mother and father made their peace, they took an oath to uphold that peace.  Father got a tatoo of an arcane Human peace sign on his left arm to remember. Mother got one of the arcane Kirmi sign of peace. When they took an oath of friendship, Father got one of an oak tree on his right arm, a tree of Earth, but also an old Human symbol of friendship; Mother got one of a twig with 3 green taysha berries, a old Kirmi symbol of friendship.  When they married, Father got a tatoo of a rose on his forehead.  A rose is a Earth flower, a Human symbol of love. Mother got one of two hands over heart; a Kirmi sybmol of love. When I came to terms with both parts of my self, I got a tatoo of the combined Human peace sign and the Kirmi peace sign on my chest to show that I was at peace with myself.

         Besides that, all I remember before the salt mines was my last night at home. Mother and Father had gone out, trusting me for the first time to babysit, my six year old sister, my four year old brother, and the five month twins, a boy and a girl. I felt so honored.  I had just come downstairs from putting them all to bed, feeling so proud of myself; when a gloved hand suddenly covered my mouth, and an arm wrapped around my waist.  I struggled, but I struggled in vain.  And then there was a pain in my head, and everything went black.

         People ask why I do things now. Why must I do everything now? Why did I not do them before? Why do I not wait? I smile, but do not answer, for the answer is simple.  Too simple for them to fully understand. I have no past. I have no future.  All I have is the present.


                                                                                                      Peacemaker
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