When the day finally came, through the two technologic pillars, both returned, one bound by chains around slender wrists, a melancholic, defeated head down. Somber silence followed, unlike the eventful afternoon he dared expose his body to the portal's singularity.
Reza, once an ambassador of our perishing kind, now nothing but an escumungated prisoner, brought to light by his only alleged ally in foreign lands.
The aforementioned man looked destroyed, his unkempt almond hair cascading down, obscuring all glimpses of a doleful expression, his body language exuding unnatural degrees of weakness and the slowness he walked, even if forced helped with the dystopian reality his mind encountered itself in.
One hour elapsed, which seemed like an eternity, looping eternally only to postpone the awaited conclusion, to answer if the sliver of hope we so closely embraced was worth it. Almost as if the world just wanted to laugh at our faces, for being impatient, for not locking this drowning anticipation within us.
Following him, another person, sent for similar purposes although different methods to achieve them, walked solemnly, their look disturbingly indifferent, unreadable. Our true ambassador closed their eyes, allowing his lungs to free an imprisoned deep breath.
"We-" He paused, a glance of disgust flinged at Reza. "Have terrific news, the generators have been retrieved, our journey has been thoroughly successful," At the exact second those words travelled through the open area, the crowd surrounding the luminous construct went into untainted ecstasy.
Very distinct types at that.
Most yelled of bliss, jumping or hugging each other, relieved this dark chapter has finally been closed. Some fell to their knees, crying, sobbing. Some humans even fainted from the announcement.
However, as a breath of cold air was inhaled by the harbinger, humanity once again stood at the very edge of the abyssal depths of anxiety.
"Although, you," He said with a harsh, emphatical tone, as if he already had accepted whatever was coming to us a long time ago; and the weight had been shifted to us to carry. "You will have to settle with new faces around here."
At that moment, history changed. And I, simply another person amongst other hundreds, was there first hand to begin surmising the arduous consequences that would come with it.
Some of us did not think that through, some of us present, still thought Reza's words about the whole situation were tasteless jokes of dubious nature; and arguably, seeing his present state, it was more than justifiable to remain ignorant to whatever he had written.
So, expecting dragons went over our heads easily; if there were a list of what The Ambassador truly meant, that would have been the first to second option to be immediate and automatically discarded.
And I, Amarantha Donelo, local engineer, if you can even call me that currently, was foolish enough to follow behind my ignorant, hubristic species' footsteps like a puny, lashed goat.
It has been three months since their arrival, and exactly three months I've also been superseded from my own society in favour of bringing shelter and comfort to those scaly- 'creatures', to be polite.
How quick our focus can change… How quick can they turn their backs to those individuals who have been suffering this apocalyptic, traumatizing era, to the so-very-important new citizens who have had it easy from the beginnings of their time.
Sometimes I wonder…
If there is still hope for me-
Us, sorry.
To thrive like before.
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