The Same Blood

By Atra

Pentaworld, continent of Ze Nel, year 1299.

The cities of the Kingdom of Ze Nel protect the population from the poisonous outer atmosphere.

Humans live in the Protected Quarters, where the air is pure and food is always available. On the contrary, the exposed, most of the population, are oppressed and relegated to suburbs, where the old and ineffective atmospheric filters let most of the toxic gases from outside pass through.

For an exposed child, the only hope is to become a tamer of Zenelian beasts and join the Kingdom's army to help the oppressors.

It is a tumultuous period: the exposed people try to make their voices heard with strikes and peaceful demonstrations... but when one of these demonstrations is suppressed by force, the situation becomes uncontrollable.

"The Blood Same" is a story set in the dystopian steampunk universe of "The Pentaworld's Cantos" created by Atra.

 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Atra
• Release date: Aug 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9788835871781

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= The Pentaworld Cantos =

Atra

The Same Blood

The Same Blood

This book is part of the universe of The Pentaworld Cantos.

The stories and novels of this narrative universe can be read individually or in any order.

Digital Edition 1.0: July 2020

Copyright ©2020 Marco Atra Pizziol

This work is protected by copyright law.

Any unauthorized duplication, even partial ones, is prohibited.

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Cover: Zenelian Lymph by Atra, 2020

Table of Contents

Chapter 1 - The Puppy

Chapter 2 - Without Weapons

Chapter 3 - The White Manta

Acknowledgments

Chapter 1

The Puppy

Year 1299, 54th day of Spring in Ze Nel continent.

Hang Lor’s Exposed Quarters, Minhai’s Viceroyalty (Kingdom of Ze Nel).

= Ting Whei =

That morning, in Hang Lor’s Southern Exposed Quarter School, the windowless classroom was darker than usual. Ting Whei had immediately noticed that one of the four gas lamps on the walls, the one to the teacher’s left, was off.

None of the students had asked why that light was not on. Ting Whei was eight years old - old enough to have learned that it was not convenient to ask that kind of question. And he was sure his classmates thought the same way.

Teacher Hue was very good to them; on