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—-=(Empaths and politics)=—-
Twelve centuries prior to Majgen’s birth, it was officially confirmed and publicly announced that a minority of humans possessed empathic abilities. Soon after the existence of human empaths became public knowledge, programs were made to track empaths and enslave them in governmental employ.
By the time Majgen was born, human empaths had long since gone from being a feared and abused minority to being respected pillars of society, a position human empaths in general, mentarions in particular, desired to maintain.
Originally empaths had been counted as one minority, simply ‘the empaths’. However, seventy-nine out of every eighty empaths only needed the general population to understand that sensing emotions wasn’t all too different from being very good at reading body language. One out of every eighty empaths needed the general population to believe that strong empaths could be trusted with the abilities to scan the minds of others. As a result of this the stronger and the weaker empaths had been split, and the word mentarion had been defined.
Even though mentarions were so rare, most humans were fascinated by the concept of mind readers – fascinated and scared. The sub-culture and sub-society of the weaker empaths was rather similar to the general society and culture of humans. The weaker empaths, gathered under the Empaticon, could afford an image of being very much like regular people.
The mentarions, however, could not afford an image of being like everyone else. Their abilities were too frightening. The stronger empaths had to make the general public believe that they were more than just average people, that they could be trusted to use their abilities for the greater good, that they were an asset not a liability.
The rules of the Mentaricon and the mentarion ways were not build on ideology. They were created with the needs of the public opinion in mind. The strict formalities and protocols of mentarion interactions, including the constant adherence to rank, were a tool to make outsiders consider mentarions exceptionally dignified. The dependence on empathic potential, within the mentarion rank system, was a tool to strengthen another myth. Namely, that empathic abilities in themselves lead to greater wisdom and adherence to duty.
The extensive mandatory education of mentarions had multiple purposes. Amongst others it ensured that every mentarion had an extensive academic background, this made it easier to create an image of mentarion wisdom. Their education also made mentarions, as a group, more politically aware, hence politically stronger.
Originally the mentarion ways had been a means to build a facade. Centuries after their creation the mentarion ways still served that purpose, but most mentarions no longer viewed the mentarions ways as an artificial means to an end, the mentarion ways had become a genuine lifestyle, a culture. By the time Majgen was born mentarions were almost as susceptible to the myths surrounding mentarions, as non-empaths were.
The political structure of the mentarion sub-culture had been designed with the purpose of building an appearance, many traits which could have provided stability had been sacrificed to this end, and many traits which induced instability had been implemented to this end. The Mentaricon could very easily be torn apart from the inside.
The political position of the Mentaricon was fragile. Constantly threatened from the inside, by its own inherent instability, and from the outside, by the moods of public opinion. Only the most politically aware understood this, even amongst mentarions only a minority knew how insecure the foundation of their lifestyle was.
—-=(That particular day)=—-
Upon being discovered, empaths were transferred to the empathic sub-societies. Most empaths were discovered prior to the age of seven, a very few as late as ten or eleven. All empaths under the age of ten, were the responsibility of the Empaticon – the weaker empaths’ sub-governmental structure. At the age of ten those of mentarion strength was transferred to the Mentaricon.
Majgen Rahan was discovered at the exceptionally late age of thirteen.
On the day of the incident that lead to her discovery many traditional, although unofficial, celebrations of student rank promotions had been taking place. Majgen served at one of these celebrations, although she was only thirteen at the time she was working alone. It was unusual for youth-workers to work alone, but the amount of celebrations taking place at once combined with unexpected illness amongst employees had forced the caterer she worked for to make that decision.
Mentarion students were taught the value of dignified behaviour from the age of ten, the reckless behaviour common in other varieties of students was not to be found with them. Normally if any student would get unruly or violent at a student party, other students would have interfered.
A lone servant should have been safe, especially such a young one, but Majgen was not a normal girl.
—-=(Ottearon Antwoine Weissme, the man)=—-
‘There has been a mishap at one of the parties, Ottearon. Do you have time to come and help us sort things out, Ottearon Weissme?’
Those had been the exact words Weissme heard when answering one of his emergency lines. On that line ‘mishap’ meant ‘disaster’, and ‘do you have time’ meant ‘this is bad news’. ‘Help us sort things out’ on the other hand was open for interpretation. The phrase implied the situation could be solved without Weissme’s aid, but that the staff member calling expected Weissme to want to solve the issue in person.
‘Ranked-it-up parties,’ Weissme thought while entering the hall, ‘the most lively season for my school.’
When he saw the beaten girl he immediately realized that this incident would have a deteriorating impact on the prestige of his school.
‘A student party gone wrong for reasons of booze or maybe even strong drugs,’ Weissme immediately concluded. He did not think of ways to cover up the incident – at this point.
If Weissme’s first assumption had been right, he might not even have planned to do so later. Scandalous incidents of violence – involving studying or educated mentarions – were rare but not unheard of. The public opinion of mentarion ways would be partly restored by the severe added punishment of the offenders.
Everyone knew that after the punishment required by regular laws had been served, mentarions who committed regular crimes could expect further punishment by the mentarion authorities.
The sight of the bruised, sobbing and still naked girl on the floor was heartbreaking to Ottearon Weissme. She was shivering, lying on the side covering her face with her arms.
‘Why have no one covered and comforted the poor girl?’ Weissme wondered.
Anger rose in Weissme, anger towards the Mentariata staff members who had arrived prior to him.
‘They should have taken proper care of her sooner, not just left her there like that while waiting for me to arrive. I’ll make sure to give them reason to regret being so heartless,’ Weissme noted to himself, ‘Sometimes being an Ottearon has advantages.’
The moment he stepped towards the girl, he began to realize why she had not been helped, the teen was still emanating subconscious self-destructive emotions. Not as powerfully as she had hours ago, but enough to explain his staff’s heartless behaviour, enough for the Ottearon to realize that this incident was not simply caused by drugs or alcohol.
Ottearon Weissme was sufficiently skilled and experienced to recognize her emanations for what they were and to ward off their effects. Instead of hating and despising the girl, as the emanations would make an unaware mentarion do, he retained his own emotions. He felt even more sorry for the girl now, he began to understand the nature of the ordeal she had been through.
Weissme moved plates and food off one of the tables to free the table cloth. He needed something to cover the girls nudity. While he wrapped her in it, he used his empathic abilities to soothe her mind, to sedate her and to stop her self-destructive emanations.
He wanted to know exactly what had happened, and he wanted to find out who she was. He expected a few questions to his staff and a quick mind scan of the girl would suffice for that.
‘And then we can send her to the hospital and call GED-authorities to take over legal matters,’ Weissme planned.
‘To make such pervasive emanations, this girl has to have at least Syvaron potential. Why haven’t I met her yet?’ he wondered.
Ever since he got in charge of the Mentariata Ottearon Weissme had always made sure to become personally acquainted with the most powerful students.
‘Who is she, Femaron?’ he asked one of his staff.
‘Majgen Rahan, she was serving the party, Ottearon Weissme.’
‘Serving? Who assigned a female student to serve at an all male ranked-it-up party?’ Weissme’s brows furrowed, he couldn’t think of anyone in his staff who would make that mistake.
‘Female Student? Ottearon I don’t know what you… Oh.’ The Femaron hadn’t realized the girl was an empath. Now she couldn’t understand why she hadn’t noticed earlier. ‘She is not a registered empath, Ottearon. She is not a student, she works for a caterer.’
‘Works? How old is she, Femaron?’ Weissme asked.
‘Let me check, Ottearon.’ The Femaron took a few seconds to find the answer.
‘Thirteen. She is a youth-worker, Ottearon Weissme.’
‘Poor child,’ Weissme thought, and began scanning Majgen’s mind. By mind control he kept her fully sedated while viewing her memories of the day.
From Majgen’s memories of the male students’ behaviour in the time just before the abuse began, Weissme got a suspicion that the male students had not been affected by drugs or alcohol when the abuse had first begun. Weissme sincerely hoped that the memories in the minds of her attackers, the male students, would disprove that suspicion.
It was truly disturbing to him that Majgen was not a student at the Mentariata.
‘She doesn’t even realize she is an empath,’ Weissme noted to himself.
There was no time to ponder how this strong an empath could have escaped discovery till the age of thirteen.
‘The hospital will have to wait a while,’ Weissme decided. He didn’t understand the full causality of the incident yet. However after scanning Majgen he had a strong feeling – that it would be unwise to turn the matter over to GED-authorities, at least for now.
‘This incident might be of the type that needs to be actively hushed.’
For a moment Weissme turned his senses towards the closest of his subordinates. As he had expected the staff-member had neither conscious nor unrealized feelings of animosity towards the girl anymore. Not now that Majgen’s self loathing emanations had ceased. Ottearon Weissme held the girl in his arms for a few more seconds – allowing himself to feel pity for the teenaged child. Then he ordered his staff to keep the girl sedated and pain-free by means of mind control.
He truly did not wish for her to suffer.
As soon as he stepped away from the child, Weissme started pushing all feelings of pity or care towards the girl out of his thoughts. Antwoine Weissme was not a cold-hearted man. But he was able to make cynical decisions for what he considered the greater good. Without such personality traits he could never have become the primary leader of one of only three existing mentarion educational facilities.
No direct political power came with the embassy, yet no one who understood the nature of the mentarion subculture could deny the indirect power of being the leader of the Mentariata. Though many would crave the power and the prestige of his employ, not just any Ottearon could have carried the responsibility that came with the post. Antwoine Weissme would not have acted inhumanly for selfish reasons nor for petty prestige, but he was able to do it if the motivations were sufficiently strong.
The first teacher, to arrive on the scene, had herded the male students to an end of the room, to the corner farthest from the girl. The students were not talking amongst themselves, nor to the teacher who guarded them. Weissme expected the young men to feel various degrees of guilt and shame – now that they had been deprived of the girls emanations, he was disconcerted to find he was wrong.
Most of the Students felt fear.
‘Fear of punishment,’ Weissme assumed, correctly.
Yet, he sensed no real feelings of guilt in any of them, not above what the level a crowd of more than twenty would always emit. Small guilt of the type people could get if they had forgotten to deliver a message on time, or had taken the last piece from a tray of delicacies in front of another person. He couldn’t sense any hint of guilt for recently having done harm, shame was similarly missing.
‘Righteousness?’ Weissme was too surprised to be appalled when he sensed a widespread feeling of righteousness. ‘Even those who fears punishment feels righteous. How can they feel righteous after what they did to that girl?’
Even before actively entering any of their minds, Weissme got a distinct impression – several of them expected not to be punished at all. Those were convinced their actions were so righteous, punishment would be absurd. Weissme was disconcerted that so few of them appeared to be influenced by drugs or alcohol.
—-=(First ranked Student Yang Kol’s mind)=—-
Ottearon Weissme picked one of the students who seemed sober, to scan his memories of the day’s events. The student’s name was Yang Kol. He was eighteen years old. A good age to reach first rank for a student. Not extraordinary, but rather good. Yang Kol was an intelligent young man, this was reflected by the good grades he got in nearly all classes. When it came to using his empathic abilities Yang was a skilled student, but he also excelled in non-empathic teachings, such as mathematics and physics.
Student Yang had started his day by getting up early to call his biological parents. His empathic abilities had been discovered at the age of four, he no longer remembered the time he had lived with them.
Like any other freshly discovered empath, Yang Kol had been transferred to the custody of mentarion authorities to be raised by empaths. His parents had chosen to remain a part of his life, even though they knew it could only be a small part. They never stopped thinking of him as their son. Yang felt towards them as a non-empath would feel towards distant but cherished relatives. Yang had a warmer relationship to his non-empathic parents, than most adult mentarions.
Yang had been in an excellent mood all morning, he was looking forward to the celebration. Some of his close friends had grown a rank this graduation season too. He had spent the time around lunch with those, all of them made sure to miss the meal. They wanted a large appetite for each their celebration parties. Yang hadn’t been listed to same party as any of the others. But that didn’t matter much to any of them, they had already planned to share memories of their separate parties.
The Ottearon skimmed quickly through the early parts of Student Yang’s day. From the earlier parts of the day he only needed a general picture of Yang’s state of mind when arriving at the celebration. He caught some fractions of memories though, like how Yang had jokingly begged his closest friend to not drink Bonka – a local brand of beer – at his celebration. Yang had claimed that gaining such a memory would traumatize him eternally.
Student Yang Kol had felt good most of the day prior to attending the celebration. More important to Weissme was that Yang had been in harmony with himself, which should have made him less susceptible to being affected by emanations. He had
not brought drugs with him to the party, he had not been planning to drink much alcohol either.
‘Student Yang stuck to his plan to avoid alcohol and drugs.’ Weissme was certain of it. Even now, after participating in the prolonged abuse of the girl, Yang was still sober. ‘How could it happen?’
Weissme continued to the Student’s memories of the party itself.
The doors to the party-room had been unlocked by Majgen one hour prior to serving time, as tradition demanded. The Ottearon knew from her memories that the first students had arrived ten minutes later.
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Yang Kol walked in about twenty minutes before serving time. Eighteen other students were present at this time. They were standing around in groups talking, sipping different delicate beverages or drinks.
‘Something is wrong,’ Yang immediately realized.
No one was smiling or laughing. There was conversation, but the few talkers spoke with a low voice. The quiet stylish background music drowned out all meaning to anyone not close to the speakers.
While walking to the nearest group of students Yang saw one of them talking. By the time Yang was close enough to hear – the talker had just finished whatever he was telling. The others in the group merely nodded in reply, to what had been said. Their faces were serious, some of them had a controlled angry appearance.
‘Such bad spirits cannot stem from anything relating to the celebration,’ Yang thought, ‘Even if the food is burned crisp black and the only alcohol present is Bonka, there should still be room for laughter. This is a ranked-it-up celebration.’
‘Greetings fellow students.’ Yang Kol said and made a simple bow.
The atmosphere did not invite the traditional foolery of ‘ranked-it-up’-parties. If not for the sombre atmosphere Yang would have bowed deeply to one student while saying: Greetings first ranked Student, I am first ranked Student Yang Kol, may I know your name?
The other student would have responded with a deep and exaggerated bow while saying: Greetings first ranked Student Yang Kol, it is an honour to introduce myself to you. I am first ranked Student… followed by his own name.
This greeting was tradition at a ‘ranked-it-up’-party, whether or not the students already knew each other. Every student would repeat the procedure throughout the party till they had greeted or been greeted in this manner by everyone else present. There were also set traditional responses for the cases where a student would accidentally greet one he had already exchanged the traditional greeting with. Those would usually be heard and cause riots of laughter in the later hours of ‘ranked-it-up’-parties, as more participants became drunk or otherwise affected.
‘Greetings Student Yang Kol,’ one of the others replied.
According to etiquette teachers only added a students first name to the student title when addressing one. The same form of addressing was used by students addressing lower ranked students. But it was common courtesy for students of same rank to add both first and last name. When lower ranked students addressed higher ranked students etiquette demanded they address the higher ranked student by full rank title, and both first and last name. If they did not know both first and last name of the one they addressed, then the full title would suffice.
‘Why is everybody’s spirit so low?’ Student Yang asked directly. Amongst mentarions, pretending to be unobservant was not considered a form of courtesy, the way it often was in normal society.
‘The celebration is ruined,’ one student replied, the rest of the group nodded confirmation.
‘What happened?’ Student Yang asked.
The students in the group didn’t immediately reply, it seemed that each hoped someone else would. Yang clearly felt their still repressed anger. He was starting to feel annoyed himself, he had really looked forward to this party. The exceptional food, the many different sweet and bitter beverages, and the always surprising varied assortment of alcoholic drinks. When going to a ‘ranked-it-up’-celebration one could be sure to make several new taste experiences, yet the part everyone always looked most forward to was the unrestrained cheerfulness.
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