Mejon, Capital of the Grira Empire. 1st district imperial court.
“The defendant Miles Rian has been accused of corruption and malfeasance; the court will now state their judgment.” Said the court official, taking a deep breath.
Miles Rian sat with his head bowed low. The audience, mostly made up of those who had framed him of his crime, sat restlessly behind him.
Miles Rian was a civil servant, 26, he had graduated from college two years earlier and had passed his civil servant exam one year ago. A junior in his office, he got into the prestigious ministry of finance as an accountant. His supervisor had taken bribes and stolen taxpayer money, and when things were about to be found out, he pinned it all on Miles.
That’s how Miles found himself in his position today. Due to the widespread corruption in government, his jury immediately found him guilty, and now the judge would decide his sentence.
The judge, an older man, had seen many corruption cases and knew Miles was being framed, and felt pity for him, However, he could not do anything to reverse the jury’s decision. He decided to give Miles a lighter sentence.
“I have decided.” He said, with an air of stoic magnificence only experience could provide. “Miles Rian will be sentenced to a fine of 30,000 Hials, he will be banned from holding any position under the government and lose all benefits he might be entitled to as an ex civil servant. However, his punishment will not be extended by blood.”
Miles sighed, he had expected much more in his punishment and was glad he would not have his descendants suffer because of what happened to him.
One month later he took his train to his hometown where his parents lived. As the youngest of three brothers, his family was a wealthy farming family that sent their children to the university so they could gain status money could not provide. His older brothers were already working as civil servants in other departments.
He stepped out of the train, and walked to his family’s house. His father had not received any higher education, however he did have the position of village chief, and he met him at the front gate of the villa.
His father was a good deal shorter than him, with a round face and sharp eyes. “Son,” He started.
“Father,” Miles interjected, “I know what you are going to say.”
His father’s sharp eyes narrowed. “You do?”
Miles sighed, “Yes, I am sorry for losing my job.”
His father shook his head, “Do not worry about that, I am just glad that you came out okay. I always knew this was a possibility.”
“So you are not mad?” He asked.
“Of course not, I am just glad you are home okay.”
They walked inside where Miles was received by his mother, who looked sad and comforted him.
After conversation, it was decided that Miles would take over the farming and look after his parents as they grew old. He would inherit the farm and chieftainship from his father.
The years flew by as Miles got accustomed to life on the farm. He managed the farm and eventually married a local girl.
He felt sad that his education went to waste but did his job dutifully. He had one son with his wife.
That son was named Heil Rian and he grew up as a bright person, inheriting the intelligence of his father as well as the spirit of the villagers. He eventually got sent to the city for an education after his grandparents died and his father fully inherited the farm.
Attending classes, Heil was full of excitement and vigor. He was ready to do what his father could not.
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