Born of Burning Embers
By G. A. John
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"A wonderful Young Adult debut that has Margaret Atwood undertones." - Efthalia, author of the Phi Athanatoi Series
The Culling took the life of every single man on earth. The surviving women believed that man had been erased from the face of the earth for a reason, and they lived in continuous fear of his return.
Jasira lives in The Border, one of the two remaining cities in the world. At the age of twenty-one, every woman must undergo the Procedure, a modern method of pregnancy. However, only female children can be born through the Procedure. When Jasira gives birth in an isolated cave outside the city, she realises her baby is different. Her baby is the first male child born in over two hundred years.
Seven years after the boy's birth, Jasira moves to the only other city left in the world, Monday, with a long-time friend and oracle, Prianaj. Like every mother, Jasira stops at nothing to protect her child. Along the way, she discovers dangerous secrets about the people closest to her and becomes ever more determined to uncover the truth.
Also includes 'Broken Cards of Aces and Alixem Alice: A Short Story' following the main story.
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Born of Burning Embers - G. A. John
Prologue: The Culling
IT ALL STARTED WITH THE BLACK RAIN, but that wasn’t what wiped out the men. Second came the plague, which spread like wildfire, killing off most of the world’s life. People didn’t know they were dying until it was too late. The world’s population plummeted, entire civilisations were erased, and ecosystems were destroyed. But that wasn’t what wiped out the men either. It was the war, ‘the Culling’, as they called it. That’s what took the men, all of the men.
The women of Earth blamed man for the prior events and declared war against each other. The Culling was only the beginning of their problems. It stole the lives of billions – men, women, and children. But near the end of the extinction, the Culling stopped taking the lives of women; by the orders of the war leaders, only the men were hunted. Eventually, the Culling decided to spare the lives of the few thousand remaining women. It was cunning; somehow it knew that without the male sex, the human race could never sustain itself. It knew that the women would slowly die out, alone, and that the human race would ultimately come to an end.
The remaining women searched and searched for many different ways to repopulate the earth, but their efforts were fruitless. It wasn’t until decades later that some women were exploring the ruins near the border between Canada and the United States, and discovered an abandoned laboratory full of pre-war research. The forgotten research explained a method of reproduction using bone marrow as the primary ingredient. Although it was arduous to replicate, the research and tests provided accurate results. For the first time after the extinction of men, there was a chance, a glimmer of hope. But it was short-lived. It was discovered that a child born of bone and cell would always be female. No male child could be created without existing male DNA. At that very moment, the idea of humankind changed radically; the male species was lost forever. For the next two centuries, man was just a myth.
During this time, women set up a new governmental structure, appointing the Weiluk family as the monarchs. They created a sustainable society without men, but some of them knew that eventually man would have to return. Nature would reset itself, and just as it took away the male species, it would return them to the world. Over the years, some prophesied the return of man, but they were shut down by their superiors. Men were taken for a reason. This was what the surviving women believed. It had become an absolute truth, and the women began to live in continuous fear should man ever return.
Part I
Chapter One: The Procedure
JASIRA TUCKED AWAY AT THE SIDES of her plastic bedsheets, which crinkled and tore at the corners, and tried to unstick them from her skin. She had made pillows from stacks of small crates and insulation from the walls. Of course, she had covered these ‘pillows’ with the same plastic as her bedsheets to avoid irritating her face. With a quick puff, she blew out what remained of the candle beside her bed – the wax had spread out into a sticky goo as it melted in the previous night’s heat.
Jasira and her non-biological sister Vaika lived in The Border, a city of ruins founded after the extinction of men. Since the Culling, most remaining women lived in The Border, but some of the founders left to create another city, Monday, so-called because that was the day The Border split. The two cities eventually merged into one nation, Diektra, which is now ruled by the monarch. None of the royal family ever visited either of the two cities; they lived in a citadel too far away for the journey. Strangely, nobody knew where the citadel actually was. For Jasira and Vaika, The Border was home.
Jasira’s birthday fell in the middle of June, when the summer winds were warm. This birthday was different, and not just because the season felt different this time round. It was her twenty-first birthday; the birthday she and every young woman in The Border dreaded. It was the day of ‘the Procedure’ – they called it that because nobody could remember the full name. When a girl reached the age of twenty-one, she had to prepare herself for the Procedure – childbirth – to repopulate the world. Some may call this a twenty-first birthday present, but the pain a woman went through just to fulfil the hierarchy’s orders was far from it.
Jasira ambled into Vaika’s room, which was much smaller than hers. She arched her back, stretching and unlocking the discs in her spine and accidentally knocking over a small wooden lion from Vaika’s bedside table, if it could even be called that. The lion broke into two pieces as it landed on the carpet. She froze in an awkward position and hoped the sound didn’t wake up Vaika. She reached for the pieces and tried to force them together. The lion had been a gift for Vaika’s child. She would have been five years old in a few months, but something went wrong near the end of Vaika’s pregnancy, woefully ending the child’s life. Vaika begged for another chance, but the law only allowed one child per woman. For the law is written:
At the age of twenty-one,
a young woman must bear one child,
and one child only,
to sustain the human race until the end of time.
After decades of uncontrolled population growth, the superiors feared they would be overthrown. The law was set so that no woman would be filled with the very things that ended man – greed, power and wickedness. After the extinction, the founders believed that the Culling had let the women survive because men were unfit for positions of power. They believed that the world had given the human race a second chance – a chance to create a better world, a world without man.
Vaika rolled over on her spread of thin cardboard pieces and squinted her eyes to adjust to the early morning sunlight.
Happy birthday, Sira!
Vaika called Jasira that for short.
I don’t think happy is the right word,
Jasira responded sarcastically, placing the wooden lion back on the bedside table.
Vaika outstretched her arms and leaned against the mouldy wall. The mould had spread over time, much faster recently.
Sira,
she began, I felt the exact same way five years ago, and if given the chance, you know how much I would give to do the Procedure again.
She opened the bags she used as pillows and pulled out a small book. This was our mother’s, now it’s my gift to you, a birthday present,
she said, handing something to Jasira.
A Bible?
she asked, leafing through the pages.
It will teach you important life lessons you know, as it did for me.
Thanks,
Jasira said as she placed it on the bedside table and put on her scuffed black boots, leaving the laces untied.
Vaika brushed her teeth in their dilapidated bathroom. The basin still ran water but its purity was questionable, and the pipes never brought fresh water. Vaika, and most of the people in the city, fetched drinking water from the mountains close by.
I wasn’t as nervous as you for my Procedure,
she said, splashing the water across her face.
Is it that bad?
Jasira asked. I’m shitting myself.
It goes fast. You’ve got nothing to worry about, Sira.
I’m just really nervous.
Sira,
Vaika said comfortingly as she tied up her long blonde hair into a low ponytail and put her leather jacket around her shoulders, I’ll come with you. I have to see the healer while I’m there anyway.
What do you need the healer for?
Jasira asked.
Nothing important. Look, I’ll be with you the whole time.
Vaika changed the topic. Quick, get ready, fix your hair. You look like you just woke up.
That’s because I just did,
Jasira mocked.
Jasira let her hair down and brushed out the knots. It was a darker brunette and much thicker than her sister’s. She rushed to brush her teeth after she pulled the laces on her boots tight. She stared at her electric blue eyes in the cracked mirror, took in a deep breath, and slowly exhaled. Vaika came up from behind her and noticed Jasira rubbing the scar on her palm.
I remember when you got that, we were so young back then,
she said. You'd scratched your hand on a sharp metal sheet on the wall. I bandaged it up real good.
I don’t remember that part. It’s what happened after that I remember so clearly,
Jasira began, nervously laughing. Nobody believed me, except you.
Nobody believed you because lions never had lived in this part of the world. But I believed you because I saw it with you in the empty street just before it ran away.
It still confuses me how a lion cub ended up in this part of the world. They’re supposed to be all the way over in Africa,
Jasira said. But I guess after the Culling, the world rearranged itself.
The world needed rearranging.
Vaika climbed through an aluminium tunnel just big enough for her slim body to fit through. She held Jasira’s wrist tightly and pulled her through the same tunnel, squeezing through the obstacles to get out. It took a moment for Jasira’s eyes to adjust to the brighter light. Their home was tucked away between two towers that had collapsed onto each other, near the outskirts of the city. The remains of the potholed road were cracked, like veins slowly breaking through the concrete, and gradually worsening. Jasira’s feet always got caught in the potholes; she never paid attention to anything past her nose.
Morning, Prianaj!
Vaika waved at the woman walking her food cart past them.
Prianaj lived a bit further out of the city than them, quite a bit further out actually. She lived close to the mountains. She started growing her own fruit and vegetables after people became sick of the food they normally ate, physically sick. The royal officials ate the good stuff. Some even ate almost as much as three dogs a day, and over the years, people started calling them ‘Cerberi’. The rest of the citizens only ate what they could trade at the market or they had to grow their own produce.
The others in the city tried to avoid Prianaj; she was the crazy lady nobody wanted to talk to. Prianaj separated her frizzled hair with her wrinkly fingers. Her mouth curved at the edges, and her eyes squinted slightly. Jasira stepped behind Vaika, shielding herself from Prianaj’s smile.
A special day today, isn’t it?
Prianaj began as she pulled her cart over a pothole that caught its wheel. She spoke in a deep voice with a rich tone, always clear and crisp.
Indeed, Prianaj,
Vaika said. She was always the one to talk to people. Jasira never liked the attention.
All the best, you two,
Prianaj said calmly as she regained control of her cart.
Jasira waited for Prianaj to move completely out of sight before continuing. They rounded the corner of the collapsed buildings and found themselves in the main centre walkway. It was the busiest part of the city, especially at this time of day. Further along the path, towards the main square, was where the richer people lived. They did business occasionally for the queen. Nobody knew what business exactly, and nobody really cared.
Why do you talk to that creepy old lady?
Jasira scoffed. She’s crazy, everybody knows that.
Well, not everybody knows that she’s nicer than she seems.
She’s too crazy for me to talk to her.
She knew my mother. Maybe, there’s a part of Prianaj that reminds me of her,
Vaika said.
Oh, I didn’t know.
They crossed the famous railway underpass to the infirmary for the Procedure. Three girls were waiting outside, presumably for the same reason as Jasira. Two sets of royal Cerberi marched around the front of the infirmary with their batons swinging in motion to their steps. They wore all-black suits, and the only skin showing was above their necks. Even then, they had a metal mask that covered the bottom half of their faces, much like a muzzle. Each had a different letter marked on their chest, which was always a different colour. The letters were small, but Jasira still noticed them.
Why are there guards?
Jasira quivered.
They are probably just here to make sure things go to plan today.
Something could go wrong?
Jasira raised her voice slightly, attracting side glances from the other girls in line.
Shush and calm down,
Vaika said, trying to reassure her as she pulled Jasira to the side between two cement columns. They do this every year in June, it’s nothing special, just protocol. Do you know the prophecy that was floating around a few years ago?
I remember there was a prophecy but not exactly how it went.
Okay. Well, the short version is that in the month of March, a child will be born.
Children are born every month,
Jasira said.
This one will be different. All children born can only be female, that’s the reality of this world right now, that’s what’s happened ever since the Culling. But the child born in March will be different. The prophecy states that it will be a boy.
Jasira turned her head and looked at the Cerberi patrolling the perimeter.
That must be why they are here,
she whispered.
Exactly. It’s June, so everyone having the Procedure this month will be examined. Nine months from now will be March.
Why doesn’t the queen just put a hold on the Procedure until the month passes?
Jasira asked.
The Procedure is the law, and the law can only be changed with a unanimous vote from the entire royal family,
Vaika began. I think some of the royals don’t want to put a hold on repopulating the planet.
The clacking from the boots of a Cerberi appeared behind them. This one was taller than the other ones.
Everything okay here?
Her voice was slightly muted by her mask.
Perfect,
Vaika said as Jasira froze in place.
The Cerberi motioned her arm in the direction of the entrance to the infirmary. Jasira followed Vaika inside through the large double doors. The walls had once been lined with dark brown