First i wanted to tell you all how happy i am with your reviews, it really means a lot of support for me, even tough the story is going bad. There wasn't a 'Point Of View' what made id hard to write. So from now on i will have a POV. The story will be upgraded and will live in another time and life.
I hope you like the new 'flashback, POV' chapter, enjoy!
Being a 3 year old wasn't always an easy thing. I've lost my parents, my birthplace and trust in people. But i had found a new supporting, kind of a mother to me named Mila, who loved me and loved everything i did. She bought dresses for me, toys and food, and was always there when the others where fighting for freedom. And i could see that it was hard for her. There was an attack on the east-blocs on Mila and Marcus' wedding day. He couldn't be there. They had to reschedule their wedding to the next week and i had to wear the little white dress, again. I didn't care about it. It was just a stupid dress, it wasn't a robot who tried to kill me. But it was their son who tried to. Well, atleast that was how it felt to me. It was November 23th when Mila gave birth to a son named Mahad. I hated him from the beginning. It was a cry-baby and always blamed me for everything. His first word was daddy, his first sentence was 'daddy, Dahlia did it'. I started to push him from the stairs since he was one and a half. He didn't care, because 'Dahlia did it'. Mila just laughed at us and told us to be friends and that we would be the greatest friends one day. He started to flirt with me when he was 2 and i was 5. He could barely walk but always managed to reach for me. One day he wanted to kiss me, i slapped his face so hard that Mila made me kiss him on his head. I still have the urge to puke when i think about it. But all those little things, everything we did, could've they changed those times? Would've it been easier for all of us when we got seperated? And when does anyone answer me questions?
"Probably not." I sighed as i turn the music off.
"Thanks, that music was giving me a headache." Wayan whined. I just rolled my eyes and continued flying at top speed.
"Captain, this has been taking ages and we havent found anything yet. It's probably the sphere trying to fool us."
"Dahlia, i know that we are taking a great risk. But i just want them back. They are alive, i know it for sure!"
"What ever you say, captain."
Wayan laughed and started to put the main motor off. We were near sphere blocs and couldn't risk the chance to get caught.
The weather was bad, it was storming and there was fog. The perfect weather to stay inside but we had to fligh at high speed.
Being Cortes' right hand wasn't always easy. He was very impulsive. And now i was getting older, he didn't gave me my right any longer. I outgrew the little girl and coudln't take advantage from it anymore.
"Are there sphere ships near, Dahlia?" Cortes asked me.
"No, sir. The screen is clear, i think the motors can go on."
"No, the risk is to high."
I rolled my eyes and mutured "stubborn".
Ok, a little short but i wanted to introduce Dahlia her life, A.N i'm starting to live on flashbacks, Dahlia's feeling. Oh and she is NOW thinking about them BEFORE Mahad and Lena came.