The city of Tartarus sat on the edge of the water, boats and small blimps dotted the landscape, and people lined the shores. All in anticipation for what was to come. It was eerily quiet quiet and almost nothing moved aside from the ocean and the breeze. Suddenly three streaks of flame shot out of the water in the distance. They rose a few hundred feet before suddenly exploding into bright colorful sparks. A great cheer arose from all those who gathered and more fireworks began shooting into the air from boats all over, and even a few small ones from among the crowd. Everything was filled with joy and laughter as the fireworks slowly began to die off with the last dregs of the setting sun.
"People of Weldenvarden, Guests, and Friends!" a voice boomed from speakers around the city. "I am sorry to say that this is the conclusion of yet another great festival... However I hope that you all had a great time and that you will all come again to our next event! I wish you all a good rest and safe travel!"
Cheers arose once again from the crowds after the speakers finished with the message, and people began closing the various shops and booths that had been set up for the event. All of the cleaning and taking down would be done the next day, a community effort. Brandon looked down over the city from his vantage point, glad that he had pre-recorded the message in advance. He liked watching the ending fireworks from the rooftops, it was always the best view.
With a grin he lept off the building, shocking a few people below, and snapped open a glider. With a laugh he zipped over the heads of the people below and headed to the travel center. He needed to get back to his home before it was to late, otherwise he might miss out on his new moon-light. It wasn't long until he reached the travel center and he got on a blimp to the center of the island. About an hour later he arrived at his home and was greeted by his closest friend Zack.
"So how was the show?" He asked upon seeing Brandon.
"It was actually really good. Everyone had a blast. You didn't come though, how come?"
Zack shrugged "Was tired actually. Oh, by the way, you have a foreign visitor waiting in the main hall. Says its important."
The thought of a foreigner with something important actually peaked his interest. He thanked Zack and headed inside. Waiting inside the entrance hall was a man who had the look of a messenger. He greeted Brandon as he handed him a sealed envelope.
"A letter from the President of The Independent Society for the New World Order. I shall wait here for your response."
Brandon opened it rather unceremoniously and read it, thanking him.
'To Brandon Goolsby the 5th,
I am Alexander, President of The Independent Society for the New World Order, known to most as New Beginning.
Today I am offering to you a chance of a lifetime, and to make it so it shall only be offered once. I have sent a manned space craft to the moon, and retrieved it. Upon the moon I have discovered an energy source, so powerful that with the proper equipment, a rock of it the size of your fist can power an entire nation for a year. I am offering the technology to unlock this new energy source to you, however this will not be freely given.
If you chose to accept my offer, you will be required to put down all arms and come to New Beginning for one week. During this week you and your closest staff will sit down with everyone else who chooses to claim the opportunity thus presented and talk. The talk will be on the topic of the future of the world.
A duplicate of this letter shall be sent to all of our fellow heads of state, declining will be a grave error on your part. The future is coming, and only those who attend shall be a part of it.
The bearer of this letter has full authority to speak in my name. They have all of the information that you should require.
The meeting will be held in 3 months from the date of this letter.
Alexander DuMont Mantez - President of The Independent Society for the New World Order
Dated April 28, 2014'
Brandon read over the letter a second time before looking over at the messenger.
"So... Why have i received this letter? We are no major power nor are we a large nation. We mainly just like staying out of most things."
The messenger merely shrug. "I do not know my leaders reasons, i merely follow his orders. Have you decided your response?"
Brandon nodded in response. "I have. Although we tend to keep out of others way and politics, i shall indeed attend. Also be sure to express my thanks for the invitation and opportunity. Also let him know that i shall bring a small gift." Brandon couldn't help but smirk a bit. A small prank was in order. He didn't like things getting to stuffy if it was going to be all political. He bid a farewell to the messenger and headed into his tinker room and started to make his 'gift' with a grin and a whistled tune.
