[ WP ] The Earth does not rotate . One side always faces the sun and is in continual daylight . The other side is in eternal night . Cultures on both side develop around this .

I am an Edger. 
 
 To understand what that means, you have to have been raised on the Edge, that razor-sharp line demarcating the border of the Diurnals and the Nocturnals. During times of peace, the most prosperous region to be in, the center of all trade... during times of war, the most dangerous, the launching point of every preemptive strike. 
 
 Being an Edger meant not getting involved in politics, but it also meant having a hand in every action. You could n't ignore the two most powerful groups that surrounded you, but neither could you interfere with their affairs. Neutrality was the word every Edge citizen took to heart even before they took to walking. Neutrality, and of course, opportunity. 
 
 I suppose to truly know Edge, you have to know the two other main players. Nocturna, with its cold mysteries and even temperament; Diurna, with its blazing glamour and mercurial lifestyle. Dealing with those of the East required calmness, simplicity, aloofness... dealing with those from the West required stubbornness, complications, pride... the measure of a true Edger was his ability to flip between the two requisite states without hesitation. 
 
 When someone with that sunlit glow entered your shop, you haggled for every possible coin regardless of the item's worth, when someone with the pale of moon about them entered, you firmly decided on a price and only wavered if a valid reason was offered... if both entered your shop, interested in the same item, you would scream and threaten the first while calculatingly discussing the merits of paying more for the item with the second, back and forth, without ever breaking stride or even giving the slightest hint that you preferred one method over the other. A slip up earned the Edge merchant disgrace, lost him patronage from both sides, for who can trust a non-neutral outsider Edger? 
 
 During times of war, oh, those merchants of such gildsilvered tongues had even more at risk. If a Diurnal blew up your house in a moment of battlelust, or a Nocturnal strategically targeted the same house for gassing, you were required to take up arms, to mete out both justice and revenge equally and without hesitation, but to never cross the line into taking a side. 
 
 Likewise, if it appeared one side was winning, it was up to the Edgers to make sure to provide just enough resistance to prevent a victory. The Nocturnals saw it as Edge high-strategy and approved, whereas the Diurnals saw it as Edge nobility and commitment to a cause and also approved. 
 
 Neither side, nor most Edgers to be fair, saw it for what it really was - a careful, desperate balancing act. After all, both sides saw Edge as foreign, as people not truly compatible with them... however, we were just slightly more compatible, more trustworthy, than those filthy Dis / Nocts. 
 
 I said before that I was an Edger. I truly still believe that, that I am acting according to the dictates and rules of my society. However, at the same time, I am no longer welcome in Edge, nor Nocturna, nor Diurna. 
 
 I made the damn fool mistake of getting married. 
 
 Exiled to my airborne steamship, stolen from the Diurnals yet powered by Nocturnal technology, I find myself in the most peculiar position an Edger could ever be. 
 
 Nobody knows where I am - to be frank, nobody cares. Not even the now exwife, who could n't bear to join my shame and renounced me, choosing instead to become an Edge citizen to balance out the scales tipped by my exile. 
 
 And I can win this. 
 
 Too long have the people of Edge been walking a thin line of their own making, too afraid to commit to a side, yet too brave to stand by while things resolve themselves. It was obvious that nowhere in the equation was an outcome where Edge could come out on top, so a victory surely meant a defeat. 
 
 But I've got an unregistered flying vessel, equipped with the latest in military grade Diurnal technology, outfitted with the most illegal of Nocturnal weaponry, with a few clever Edge modifications... and my crew of fellow Exiles. 
 
 Funny how nobody ever wondered where exiles went to. Myself, I always assumed that they died immediately after, for who could live in a world where no power accepted them? But after my own exile, the answer became obvious, so obvious that in retrospect I feared to follow through, expecting that other people smarter than I had also concluded earlier than me what I had just concluded, and taken action. 
 
 Yet the North Pole was thriving. Technically part of Edge, half in the light and half in the dark... but too cold and forbidding for Diurnals, too far away and tactically worthless for Nocturnals, and as a result, too unimportant for Edgers to invest in. The only place where Exiles could congregate, regardless of their prior affiliations, and survive. 
 
 We've all decided, after putting it to a vote ( one system that all three nations - four, if you count the Exiles of the Poles - agreed upon's validity ) that Edge should come out on top. In fact, Edge shall expand, shall dominate the world, the only way to permanently end the war that has plagued this planet since we humans first began to walk upon it. Funnily enough, to win this fight for Edge, we must declare war on Edge. One last act of balancing, as we cut a straight line to the South Pole, where preparations are nearing completion. 
 
 I neglected to mention in my description of the airworthy vessel I pilot the most important upgrade upon it. Exile technology. I myself am unaware of how it works, something to do with magnetic waves saturating the entire planet, but according to their best and brightest, once I make this delivery, the device left behind in the North will resonate with the device delivered to the South, and Diurna, Nocturna, and Edge will be no more. All they had waited for, for decades, was a vessel that could survive the trip, even when all sides saw it as a threat to be eliminated. 
 
 Their fear is greatly justified. This device, they tell me, is powerful enough to start the planet revolving, spinning like a children's toy in the vastness of space, and the blessing of the sun and promise of the moon will both splash upon its surface equally as it rotates. 
 
 I am an Edger. But not for much longer. Soon, Edge will be no more, yet Edge will be the entire world. Soon, everyone will be an Edger, hundreds of times each year, but never for more than a moment. 
 
 Let the revolutions begin.
