The Gilded Hour
A story on government control, new found family and small amounts of romance all leading to a fatal war.Gore, alcohol consuming and mild language warning!!!!!!Thunder roars, the room shakes with its sudden cries. A man walks into the room, a door slamming behind him. The laughter dies down, I watch him closely. A man from behind the bar speaks first, a daring young man he would be remembered as in the coming war. "Can I help you sir?" He speaks firmly. Eyes lay upon him, full of question and fear. To their surprise the man smiles, revealing teeth as white as the moon. "Just the usual Ralfy." He turns his gaze upon me, a chill rolls down my spine.He walks towards me, taking a seat across from the round table where I'm seated.His eyes, the palest blue I had ever seen, with a hint of gray. Blue eyes were rare in the city, a sign that you were a traveler, an easy pawn. This man however, would be no pawn, in fact as I would realize in later years, the world itself was the pawn in his games, and his games alone.His name was Boris Zaystev.Or in other words, the bachelor who won the world, the man who outwitted the government themselves, the man who beat the games."I believe we must have a word."A gunshot rallies and people scream.…