Chapter 2
Dreams
She tried to keep her calm as she was being herded into the ship. She noticed the others' eyes were anxious and fearful. She never feared the unknown, but she was never thought that she would have maintained her composure this good. Her mind filled with the events of how she had been taken.
She was about to go into the temple, to finish the preparation for the sacrifice. Her people regarded her as a priestess, revered, respected and left alone. Only on a necessary basis would she interact with them. She never understood why they never spoke to her without reason. A simple hello would suffice. Yet as the years went by and she realised her talents and what made her different, she grew to accept her treatment, never complaining.
As the time approached, she donned her simple white gown, sleeveless, that tied at her shoulders with two gold coin shaped pins. The material flowed over her as if she was wrapped in the milky layers that flowed endlessly. Her feet were bare, her hands and arms only decorated in gold bands, while her hair was in a simply held up by the band that held all of it atop her head. As she approached the temple's entrance atop the stairs, a bright blue light showered down on her. There was no sound, but she felt her body being lifted up. Her eyes focused on the light, but it became too much for her, the light suddenly dying leaving her in darkness.
Her eyes flew open while she was being carried, she did not feel any hands carrying her, but yet she was suspended in mid-air. She closed her eyes as she floated through the space, keeping a serene expression on her face so that her captors would never know the inner storm that raged in her. Suddenly an impulse to open her eyes took over. She never fought her instincts because they saved her countless times, yet as her eyes turned to the scene on her left she noticed a group of people. They looked like her; human, except their clothes were odd and rather uncomfortable. Then it happened. Rage took over as she locked eyes with a pair of curious silver dots peering at her. She knew then, that her dreams were coming true.
It was not the first time she had seen his eyes, nor his masked face. She always saw him in flashes in her mind. She was angry at these flashes because they never yielded any valuable information; only that the man who had these eyes and mask stole from the planet, and a very valuable resource, its population. Without knowing him she vowed to stop this monstrosity with his death.