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Chapter 1
The Harvest
There was strange buzz in the atmosphere, almost tangible. He sighed quietly, waiting for it to happen. The new harvest was about to be loaded onto the ship. He watched and waited patiently as did the rest of his group, his father included. Being the leader on this ship and of the new budding empire, his father declared that these harvests were a necessity. He understood that, yet he had secretly taken up the task of finding an alternative method to this monstrous necessity.
Lost in his musings, he hardly noticed that the cargo was already being transported. He waited with bated breath. These occurrences were always tense, as they did not know the capabilities of the harvested; some could have been strong enough to fight the alien sedative that coursed through their veins. Nonetheless, all the cargo would be tested to determine if they were on the brink of having their full abilities awakened. If their state were determined to be that of the latter they would be trained to defend the empire for their abilities were rare, powerful and at best everlasting.
Returning his attention to the sight before him, he watched carefully. The bodies were in a lying position, floating in mid-air, their faces looking up at the ceiling. Their eyes belied their serene immovable masks of that became their faces, flitting from corner to corner, taking in their surroundings, the fear of the unknown slowly creeping into their irises as they curiously calculate their fate. Their eyes flit from the ceiling to their feet to their neighbours, realisation sinking into their deepest core. They were not alone. Two parallel lines of captives slithered seamlessly, each body forming a link in the seemingly never-ending chain of the harvested.
He continued watching the procession in front of him, noting the dead calm that had fallen in the ship. Respect. His comrades, the captors did their jobs quietly, efficiently and with utmost care, never disrespecting the bodies they acquired in the harvests. His eyes flickered to his father's visage, knowing that the agony that coursed through him was kept at bay with a stoic mask of tranquility. His father, he knew, lowered his eyes in respect of the souls that were taken aboard his ship, knowing their sacrifice was for the betterment and protection of the universe. But yet still, he could not come to terms with the price this protection came at. He returned his gaze to the parallel lines.
He was about to leave his comrades to carry on with their duty, however a peculiar scene captured his attention. Unlike the rest of them, the last body in the line, a female, was utterly silent. Being of alien origin, he sensed her distress, yet her face never hinted at the inner turmoil. Why? How could she have this much in control? He continued to watch as his curiosity peaked. He began to analyse her features.
Long, thick brown hair that swept the floor, easily he could tell that her hair was calf length. Her face round, with a pointed chin housed neatly shaped features. She could not have been more that the average female human height. He noted that her skin emitted almost golden effulgence. She was not thin, but neither was she lacking in substance, the perfect amount he guessed. The only feature he could not commit to memory was the colour of her almond shaped eyes. What would be their colour? His breath stopped in his chest, he could not bring himself to let it out, as the eyes he begged to see, pinned him to the spot. Dark green eyes that hinted flecks of honey brown, void of any tension pierced him with the utmost hatred.