Author's Note:
I was looking around for stories on Ayani's past and found none. My motto is don't write it if it's already been done, and this hasn't. I hope you enjoy.
Chapter One
My soldier is out there somewhere in this dying fight for everything that we still believe in. If this war is not won, our very minds, our last seemingly impenetrable defence and place of refuge will be lost.
It was so long ago that the world had even tried to stop the monsters who slaughtered children because they were born to a specific race, even when we had all promised that we would never allow it to happen again. Something about the loss of our minds - even too the wickedest of people - has brought some back to their senses. Needless to say, just because they hold weapons in their arms to fight, does not make them any less evil.
Lucas, my son, is half-aware of this. Even as the city is taken under the control of our enemies, Lucas still believes there is a deep dividing line in between the "good" guys and the "bad" guys. In some ways, it's a good thing that he doesn't know this yet. It keeps his small shred of innocence intact.
If there's one thing anyone would need to know about Lucas, it's this: Lucas doesn't trust anyone. He's a one-man show. I suppose he gets that from his father. They both believe that their duty is to carry the weight of the world on their shoulders. That their problems are no one else's problems. Both had most of their innocence taken away from them at a very young age. It's that lack of innocence, that gaping hole somewhere within themselves, that makes them so reserved.
This is why I don't want Lucas to know about the evils in this world - not yet. He's far too closed in now. Far too angry at the world.
"Mother?" I am pulled out of my thoughts to attend to my son.
"Yes Lucas," I reply.
"Do you think they're going to kill us?" Lucas asked.
It was such an innocent question that I was taken aback.
"Who?" I ask, hoping that I won't have to find and answer for Lucas.
"The people who have taken the city, will they kill us?" Lucas asked again.
"Not if your father gets here in time." I reply.
This is what I keep telling myself, if my soldier comes in time, he will rescue us - all of us.
"Do you really believe all that..." I knew he was going to cuss. It's a terrible habit he caught from Nathaniel. I have always appreciated the power of a mother's warning glare.
"As long as I can, I will." I tell him.
I don't tell him that my reasons for believing this are for myself. My soldier is the only thing aside for Lucas that's still worth living for on this planet. In a way, they're my hope, my raison d'être.
"How long is that?" Lucas questioned.
"To my death, dear Lucas." I tell him. "To my death."
Author's note:
Let's have a contest, whoever comes up with the best name for this chapter gets to name it. How does that sound?