Chapter 2
"Weapons are an important factor in war, but not the decisive one; it is man not material that counts." –Mao Tse-Tung
Each child sat in silence. Not one said a word. They were quiet children. The silence was normal in the mansion, which they all lived in, and William Nickel stood in front of them, really to speak.
"We are gathered here today…" he began, adjusting his glasses, so that they covered his blue eyes. He ran his hand over his brown hair.
"…To witness the marriage of the Moon and Earth," Jason said. The other four children looked at him and laughed.
"Actually, Jason, we are here to see that this marriage is going to happen. So, we’re all going on a trip to see what your strong points are and how you’re going to end the war."
"You see, young people are the key to ending the war. Especially, very smart young people like you. Before you were born, we asked doctors to give five random mothers these pills to make you smart," Janet started. She had brown-red hair and kind, blue eyes. "You are the five children, and you’re going to end the war. Young people are feared by many, because like in the old Roman myth about Saturn fearing being over thrown by his children, adults fear being over thrown by young people."
"Um…and you think that we’re going to end it?" Cory asked.
"We don’t think, we know," Richard said. He was a younger, male version of Janet. "This is a pointless war. It’s all about power. Machines aren’t going to end it. The aliens aren’t going to interfere with this. We’re left with humans ending something caused by humans. "
"That’s what you Nickels have: power, and what the Yens once had," Violet mumbled, "before my father died, anyway. You have the power to end the war, and what do we have?! Tell me that! You can just say I want the war to end, and there you go!"
"Violet!" Janet yelled. "Watch it. Your father had that power. He was a peacemaker, and even he couldn’t end the war by talk. You’re going to end that war by talk and killing."
"Sure, works for me," Mark shrugged. His brown hair sat in a neat mushroom cut, and his brown eyes where plain. "Give me something to do. I’ll win it for peace, so Richard’s bar won’t have so many fights in it!"
"Fighting will live on forever," Matt said. "One way or another, war and much of the such will live on. War is always between humans."
"True. True, but ending this battle can also be the beginning of a minor peace," Jack answered with a serious look in his green eye, even his brown hair looked tight.
"Minor peace could lead to major peace," Peter pointed out.
Everyone nodded. "Good. Good. Now, let’s go out to the yard," William said.
The yard of the house they lived in was large. Trees surrounded the land, and it was perfectly peaceful in that yard. "Alright, kids, grab a stick!" William declared.
They picked up the sticks. Two light brown hair boys began hitting each other. Jason’s green eyes shined with mischief, and Matt’s blue eyes were the same. "Boys…" Violet muttered, rolling her brown eyes, while playing with her black hair.
"Boys! Boys! Peace! Peace! Stop hitting each other with these sticks!" Peter shouted. Both boys looked up into his blue eyes.
"Sorry."
"Alright, let’s just see how this works out. I want each of you to try and hit my arms, but it’s not as easy as it sounds," Peter said.
"Of course not. Look at his height," Jason remarked quietly to the others.
"I’ll be holding a stick myself, but I won’t hit you, only block you. Got it?"
"Yeah," came the reply.
"Good. Now, Cory give it a try!" Cory brushed his blond hair out of his eyes, and focused his blue eyes on Peter.
In strange ways, each child did well in all, but, yet, some were better than others. Jason in martial arts, Cory in computers, Violet in archery, Matt in bombs (they used water bombs), and Mark in swords and knives. They would learn bits and pieces of the other thing, but mostly they worked on their skills and, of course, guns.
The five had meetings every night. They would discuss their training, the Nickels, the past, and, sometimes even, normal kid things.
Hi! Jasmiee here, and having a jolly old time rewriting this story. If there’s any confusion, they all live in the same house, or mansion, rather, because the Nickels are rich and blah blah blah. Rich people…::grumbles:: Actually, I don’t mind rich people. I mean we the rich to support the poor. Look at Princess Diana, (yeah, she died, but do you think that’s the point here?), she went and helped the poor. Or Mother Teresa, actually, I think she was didn’t have much money, but she went and helped the poorest of the poor, anyways.
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