Disclaimer: You all know I don't own the Matrix. Do I even have to tell you anymore? No, but I probably have to if I don't want to be sued.
Fifteen years ago my parents left me in Zion so they could fight in the war. They had me stay with their friend, Cas, until they got back to protect me. Like hundreds of other kids in Zion, they never did come back to me. It's not as simple as that though. See, my dad was the One and my mom was an amazing fighter-so I hear.
The council split up my family, taking my mother and me off the ship we were on the Nebuchadnezzar, -I think- because they thought it would help my father to succeed ending the war. Even now, I don't think that was fair. I guess nothing is though, huh?
I never really gave much thought to how alone I was. I was never really alone. I had Cas, and Aliyah and Hayden… but it never felt normal.
Anyways, last year, when I was sixteen, I was told that my parents died a long time ago-like I didn't know it already. People always said to me 'Your parents were such great people. Shame we lost them…' and stuff like that. Once you know the definition of 'were' and 'lost', you kind of catch on.
Although I knew they were dead, I didn't handle it well once I actually heard it. It's one of those things where you can accept it in your brain, but not when you hear it from another person.
After that, I went into this whole depression stage and didn't really get over it until a few months ago, when I came up with a plan. Looking back, my plan really sucked. It got me here though, the Machine City, so I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
People never teased me about it in school or anything. First of all, almost all the kids who I came in contact with daily lost their parents too so if it was about mine, they'd just be hypocrites. And secondly, my parents were legends. Nobody ever dared to mess with me because they knew every one of my parents' followers would be against them.
Something else about my parents: I idolized them. Everything I heard about them, made me adore them even more. I used to go to Morpheus, captain of my parents' ship, everyday after school just to hear stories about them.
I thought about all these things as I climbed over the rubble of the Machine City. I had finally made it onto a sturdy platform above all else behind me. I almost turned and ran back when I saw a group of sentinels hovering in front of me.
I couldn't move-I was paralyzed. Was this how mom died? And dad's fate would come shortly after? I asked myself. I knew they weren't dead. That was what I was telling myself for seventeen years! But now, as I was staring inches away from the machine, all the doubt I've been keeping in burst.
A tear rolled down my cheek- not because I was going to die, but because I was ashamed of myself. I led my friends here, they had faith in me. I had let them down and now we were all going to die.
A sentinel had transformed its arm into turret and had it pointed it at me. I started to see stars.
"Stop!" An unfamiliar voice shouted.
I looked for the owner of the voice. On a higher platform, he stood.
The sentinels looked back to him and paused for a moment before squeaking and flurrying away.
Morpheus, who suddenly stood next to me, stepped forward.
"Neo?" he asked, so quietly, I wasn't sure if it was him.
"Dad?" I asked too.
I climbed up to the next platform and the one after it, so I stood only a few feet from my father.
"Who are you?" he asked me. I looked into his dark eyes, noticing the light scars around them. He knew me.
"L-Lily?"
I found him.
It's short, I know. I'm only half-way done with next chapter, and it's already long.
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