by aabianconi
She should not exist. But she does. And the metal rulers are watching. One thousand two hundred and forty-four years ago, the sky tore open over Atlantis. Androids fell from the portal like metallic shooting stars. And made the capital of the world their home. Now, humans survive secluded within their own kingdom. Machines see evolution as destiny, and slavery as the price. In Méter, there are three ways to acquire power: through intense training, through heavy equipment... or through trauma. The third path is the one no one should desire. Because the chances of survival are almost null. And those who survive... cease to be who they were. Sarah does not fit into any of these paths. She is stronger. Faster. Better than almost anyone. Without training. Without equipment. Without trauma. She only wants to eat her potatoes, enjoy the day with her friends, and ignore the nickname her classmates gave her after she never lost a single battle in the school courtyard: "The King" But in the shadows, the metal rulers have been plotting their plans for a long time. Sarah does not know yet, but one day she was discarded like trash. She should have died before learning to walk. And something inside her, something that has slept for more than a thousand years, has just awakened. The same thing that made a celestial dagger refuse the Machine God King. The same thing that the metal rulers fear more than any weapon. Now, Sarah will have to make choices far more painful than choosing a guild. This cruel world will demand its price. Because, whether she wants it or not, she does not belong to it. She is the anomaly that can break it. "Survive!" That was the last whisper that echoed in her mind more than a thousand years ago. She still does not know from whom. But she will find out.
