Tale – Cease

“You need to cancel this stupid election right now!” Phovos shouted as she charged into the throne room, with several followers in tow.

Mavri looked up from whatever it was she was reading and sighed. “You against democracy, sister?”

“No. I am against cheating and unfairness. Tell me, sister, what’s the current Thanatian population? Do you know?”

Mavri glanced around at the other Thanatians in the room. She didn’t have an answer, and she hoped one of them would. Did Phovos know?

“Um, no, I don’t know.”

Phovos pulled out a piece of paper from her backpack and handed it to Mavri. “I don’t know either. No one knows. Not us, not the Thraki, not even the Cassids know how many Thanatians are out there!”

Mavri looked blankly at her big sister. “What has this got to do with elections?”

Several of Phovos’s followers behind her rolled their eyes or otherwise showed their frustration. Phovos though stared at Mavri, before exploding with anger.

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME? ARE YOU FUCKING RETARDED? IF WE DON’T KNOW HOW MANY THANATIANS THERE ARE OUT THERE, HOW CAN WE ENSURE THAT OUR ELECTION IS FAIR AND JUST?”

“Oh…” Mavri paused. “I… didn’t think of that.”

“No, of course you fucking didn’t!” Phovos shouted. “You never think about the details!”

“So you think we should never have elections?”

Phovos growled as she facepalmed so hard, she physically hurt herself. “Did I ever say that? No. We need to make sure we have a proper setup before we have an election, to make sure everything is fair…”

“So, no then?”

Giving up, Phovos turned to her followers. Behind them was Thymos, who looked slightly amused. “Brother, can you please explain to our retarded sibling what we need to do before we can have an election?”

Thymos stepped forward, holding a long roll of paper and a pen.

“Indeed, sister. I’ve made a list. Would you like to read it yourself, Mavri, or shall I read it for you?”

Mavri shuffled over and snatched the list from Thymos, briefly scanning it. Her eyes flicked back and forth, until she reached the bottom and looked up at Phovos and Thymos.

“That’s a lot of stuff we need to do. Writing laws for what a leader can and can’t do, setting term limits, making election laws, determining our population, setting an age to be able to vote… How quickly can we get this all done?”

Thymos glanced at Phovos, then back at Mavri. “This could take years. Decades even. We have to somehow count every single Thanatian AND determine everyone’s ages. Otherwise any Thanatian could just vote hundreds of times and we would be none the wiser.”

Mavri sighed. “I wanted to be like other races though…”

“We can be, Mavri. But we have to do things properly,” Phovos explained. “So many things could go wrong. We go ahead and do an election now, someone will almost certainly cheat and before we know it, we have a dictatorship on our hands.”

After another sigh, Mavri finally seemed to get it. “Okay, fine. I’ll call it off. But you two have to help me get this right, so we can have an election at some point.”

“That is fair,” Phovos replied. Thymos nodded in agreement.

Mavri smiled. “Good! Now, let’s go do something else!”

The Queen of the Thanatians clapped her hands with glee as she rushed off. Thymos and Phovos both rolled their eyes and dismissed the gathered followers, friends and assistants wandering around the throne room.

“This is going to be heck,” Phovos tutted as they chased off after Mavri, wondering what insane plan she was thinking of this time.