Koara has always loved being able to predict the effects of social change and what is needed to make it happen. On her own world, she set matters in motion when she was twelve years old, and it cost her her planet. While some folk enjoy an evolving society, others fight to remain the same, and their actions can take a violent turn.
Citadel Lowel becomes her home, and a Yaluthu adopts her as its own. Life is going along well until she is given an assignment that removes her from her comfort zone and she has to alter the way she sees the worlds around her or disaster will take over.
The Avatar sighed. “I am guessing I have more work ahead than I thought.”
He was walking through the halls with her in his arms, and she was getting the idea that she was being taken to her home.
He asked her where she lived, and when she answered, he took to the skies. Koara waved at her teacher and looked at the city around them.
“Why did you set up the ruling class?”
He shrugged. “Originally, it was a meritocracy, but a few folks kept their riches instead of investing it in the future of those they cared for. The rich got richer and the number of those in charge dwindled. I hadn’t realised how bad it had gotten until your lovely dissertation.”
Koara smiled. “My mom always said I had a talent for arguing. I tried to treat the master councillor with respect, but it was very difficult.”
“You did very well. That vid is being broadcast over the globe right now. There will be an uprising, and I am thinking it is about time. Changes need to happen.”
They cleared the wealthy district, and the poverty of the basic housing surrounded them.
Koara showed the Avatar into her home and introduced him to her parents. Her school project had taken an odd turn, but she was kind of happy with the way things had turned out.
Avatar Trimel-Kadoth stayed for dinner and took in the entire expanse of their home, their food and the clothing that they had access to.
As he rose to leave with a copy of her report in his hand, he asked her parents, “May I come back and speak to Koara again? She seems to have an excellent mastery of what is necessary to make our world whole again.”
Her parents agreed, and Koara bowed her head as the Avatar ruffled her hair.
When he left, she turned to her parents. “I think I won the debate.”
Her mother hugged her. “Good girl. Now, go and do your homework. Something tells me that you are going to be consulted on a fairly regular basis.”
Wrinkling her nose, Koara did as she was told. There would be time for arguing later. There always was.