Children of Zion
By Rainbows


Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters, names, places or conecpts associated with The Matrix. I believe they are the property of Warner Brothers and the Washowski brothers. I am not an affiliate with either of the owners and I do not have any permission nor payment to do this. I just like The Matrix and want to share my love with others.

Copyright Notice: This fiction and any of the characters and concepts developed by the author, including but not limited to they children, the teacher and the Last Flower of Zion, are copyright to Rainbows. No part may be reproduced or used in any format without permission. Enquiries should be addressed to rainbowbright_au@hotmail.com

Author's Note: This fic is very different from everything else I have attempted before so all please read and review it with constructive criticism either with the form below or to my email address rainbowbright_au@hotmail.com. Thanks!

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The Teacher stood, tall and impassive in her red robes watching the Children,
listening as their voices drowned out the dull hum of the machines that worked
far above on the Earth's surface.

'Water'

'Wind'

'River'

Then came a pause in the chorus as the Children struggled to remember the next
one. Finally, one small boy's face lit up as he gave the next word.

'Bird'

The Teacher watched as the Children flapped their arms as the birds once had.

'Rain'

Waving fingers mimicked the action of rain.

'Sun'

A girl stood up, facing the Teacher.

'Why must we learn these? We will never see them again. What is the use?'

The Teacher looked at her, sadness drowning the strong features of her face.
'Because we must never forget Child. We must never forget.'

The girl returned to her place.

'Soil'

Twenty-three of them. Twenty-three in the blue overalls of the Children.
Twenty-three Children of Zion.

'Baby'

Suddenly the dim yellow light turned to a flashing red, illuminating the
expression of fear that had stolen on to the Children. A siren started wailing,
its shrill noise echoing around the small metal room.

'Level One Emergency. Level One Emergency. Zion is under attack. I repeat, Zion
is under attack.'

The faceless voice of the central computer intoned its message of impending doom
without emotion. 'Please vacate the area immediately.'

The Teacher looked around. The Children were standing, waiting for her. They
were always waiting. Always waiting for the Teacher.

The double metal doors slid open and there stood the Ar-. Not the Army, but
dozens of setinels.

The battle was over before it began. The Children were killed. The Teacher was
killed. Then among the debris that lay scattered in what was left of the room,
the first little boy stood up. He had survived.

The Chant of the Past, so familiar to him, rose to his lips.

'Water'

'Wind'

'River'

'Bird'

'Rain'

'Sun'

'Soil'

'Baby'

He stepped over the mutilated bodies of the Children until he came to the only
other thing that had survived the lasers of the Setinels. His face frowned in
concentration, this was a diffucult one. Harder then Bird. Again though, his
face lit up in recognition.

'Flower'

Then as the little boy reached out to the Last Flower of Zion, its single petal
fluttered to the ground. The boy sat down and closed his eyes.

The Children of Zion would sleep now. The Children of Zion would sleep.


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