The old templets declare unknown prophecies that bestow mystery upon our world, and once the prophecy is unknowingly fulfilled, there shall be no more dying or war, just neutrality. Nobody is sure, now when the date is high and the templets are going through revisions, if they want the prophecies unknowingly fulfilled. Neutrality, people are beginning to realize, isn’t something that this world needs – or should honestly want.

The Revision-Era is going to be a well-known time one day, stretching out to reach textbooks and Keke-goers’ ears. But for now, we’re living through The Revision-Era. And it’s going to be a difficult one.

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Jarri’s legs dangled into the water, her toes becoming limp at the iciness of the water. The dark depths seemed unforgiving, like a curse. But she was cursed upon them, her feet so wounded that they must stay there.

“Jarri?”

A voice waggled its way through a thick boat and found its way into a ring in her ears.

“Malk!” she cried, beginning to stand up, only to fall down from her highly-injured legs. “Malk!” she called again, to guide his feet towards her.

“Jarri!” came his response, and soon he was next to her, his arm slung around her shoulder. “Jarri,” he whispered, “are you legs all-right?”

“They’re fine, Malk,” assured Jarri, still slightly dumbstruck that he was there. “Why aren’t you in the Battle?” She felt herself almost not wanting him to be there – he should’ve been helping Liki. Liki was his country, his home-place, and he should have been in the Battle. She waited for an explination.

“They caught us,” he mumbled finally.

Alarm rang on Jarri’s features.

“What?” She tensed, waiting for the answer. As if to push him into answering her, she repeated – more clearly – “What do you mean? Caught you doing what? And who is ‘us’?”

“The Liki battlers. The Uos caught us wandering through their fort while they were gone; they caught Ney finding the correct papers to burn; they found Commander beginning the stealing of the guns.”

Jarri’s arms tightened and she felt her heart abruptly become shielded from all emotions. She couldn’t feel what longed to come out; she had to concentrate on piecing this together before she could feel.

“Slightly after you got wounded … about three days ago we began to plan; once you left.”

“Why when I left?”

“They didn’t have anything to do with each other, it just happened we began when you left. To be exact, about two hours afterwards, the fort-rampaging plan began. Commander came up with it. We weren’t sure … after loosing you, our plan-builder, we weren’t sure of anything. So we just went with it, hoped for the best, and were caught within the first fifteen minutes.”

“So did we … did they …”

“Did we loose? There’s controversy; they say it shouldn’t be outlawed. It just began to be outlawed about sixteen-thousand years ago, and nobody from Liki and some from Uo agree it shouldn’t count anymore. Commander and Uo’s Commander are going to court. Tomorrow.”

“When did this happen?”

“About six hours ago.”

“Wow.”

Then, Jarri felt her world fall. It happened right before her eyes, the smashing moment when it hit the ground entered her ears in a mighty way. Suddenly, the tears were splashing against the dock as she cried; she cried for Liki’s sudden possible loosing, she cried for all the soldiers that would have died for nothing. As she slowly let her head bend to the right, falling atop Malk’s lap, she watched the oceans. With a mild notation, she realized that her feet weren’t in the water anymore. Instead, they were opening up again and bleeding into the evening reddish sun.

“Your wounds -” began Malk, but his attempt at telling her to put her feet back in the water was long forgotten. He was crying, his tears cascading into the ripples of her curls.

- - -

“It’s not right! Sixteen thousand years ago, Governor! It shouldn’t count any longer! This rule can’t be pushed past its limit! Wars have changed since then; breaking another’s fort should not be punished. Wars are feistier now, and more violent. It’s not just a slap-fight, it’s for land, it’s for people, and it’s for safety! People are beginning to do different things to fight. Wars are more part of our society; face it.”

Commander slowly resided to his seat, waiting for the Governor’s reaction. Instead, the Governor sat back in his throne of accomplishment, closed his eyes, and breathed out.

“I thin it’s time we changed it.”

Jarri sat up. She was allowed to speak, they’d told her that. She’d been the plan-builder, so she had a right.

“Changed what … Governor?” she added hastily, before anybody had time to think of her as a foolish girl with a slight knack for plan-building, a difficult task that had, before her, only been done by men.

“Changed the Templets, girl! These are difficult, much-changed times then since six thousand years ago! It’s time. Revisions must be made.” The bigness of this struck everybody dumb for an eternal moment, and then suddenly they all sprang up. Fights broke out as abruptly as rain could begin to pellet from the sky.

“Change them?” screeched on old man, leaning heavily onto his cane. “Change the Templets? These things are legend! You can’t just go ‘n’ change ‘em, man! Governor!” But his pleas of getting the attention by the Governor was lost; everybody was calling for him.

“Perfect!” cried Malk. “It’s perfect! Isn’t it perfect? It’s great! Yes! It’s time, isn’t it? It’s time!” Malk sat down in a dizzy spell of happiness.

“Perfect,” echoed Jarri. “I wouldn’t go far as to say that. There’s plenty wrong with it.” Her opinion was lost, but she continued, mostly to herself with limited attention from Malk. “Then there’s all the Templet-believers. That’s got all Liki’s religions in it; it’s got rules that aren’t to be dealt with. I wouldn’t revise the whole Templets. Some of them can be left be, some of them are more ancient than sixteen thousand years. Some of them are beliefs and needs. The laws. The laws could be changed.”

Satisfied with her self-talk, she sat back. She listened and watched the fighting people, a smile encasing her lips.

“Now! Now!” cried Governor. Surprisingly, his voice was strong enough to reach over the overpowering voices and capture them. “HEAR ME! HEAR ME!”

All people’s eyes sped over, waiting with tensed muscles to hear what Governor was going to say.

“I think the revisions must be made.” Boos were heard. “But! Religions, beliefs, and other things we’ll discuss at a later time shall not be touched. Mostly, it is the laws for Liki that we must change. Liki has changed. Wars have changed. Life has changed. It’s time for a new Era to begin – it’s time to come out of the Uo War era and come into another one! The Revision Era!”

Silence settled, as comfortable and fluffy as a feather, upon the courtroom. The Uos that had just been there for the matter of the fort sat, half-listening and half buried in their own thoughts.

Jarri was very self-absorbed at the moment, drinking in all of this. It was a lot to drink in, and it took her quite a while. Contemplation twisted her face; every thought had to be dealt with head on. She couldn’t ignore them. She had doubts; she thought of the sacrifices, she thought of the difficulty. But mostly, she agreed. Not quite whole-heartedly, but with as much as she could with her paranoia about things as taking over as this.

“Liki Army! Can we have a stander to say an opinion?” All of them looked around, searching for just the right person.

“Jarri,” hissed Malk.

“Perfect,” agreed Commander. “Jarri, stand up, tell the man what you think.” Jarri, tremblingly, stood up.

“It depends. Everything should be agreed with by each of the villagers, in which case we won’t get anything done. The fairness of this is limited … but this is important. This is our rules, our everything, our laws. I believe – I believe that we should have an overall vote. To see what’s everybody’s thoughts on the subject. Which Templets should be changed, which should most definitely should not.”

Governor, seemingly satisfied, nodded.

“So smart for such a young age. So it is. The vote shall be confirmed later on. To deal with the fort problem, the war shall continue. Carry on.”

And, just like that, the crowd broke apart. The tension that had surfaced, though, was nearly unimaginable.