Red Star in the Sky

by 7-10 Productionz

Many Years Ago, A Dog is shot into space for the sake of further Knowledge in Space Exploration for the Benefit of a Nation in War. After a supernatural occurrence in space however, she finds herself thrown back into Earth but in a Modern time, a friendly place and much friendlier people. Wedging a gap in between getting back to her own Time or calling Adventure Bay 'Home'.

1. Prologue

My mind feels worn down, it had felt like years when I was first put on my mission. I look out the windows of my pod to only to see bright lights passing through in front of me.

Hunger and thirst have abandoned me and replaced with Insanity and Mistrust. I can't sleep because I am never tired, I can't eat because I am never hungry, and I can't drink because I am never thirsty.

How I miss the touch of another as I feel myself shooting through whatever I have caught myself in, it feels like every moment I find myself talking to the tight confined walls of my craft in the hopes of replicating of what they call a 'conversation'.

Entertainment I come to find as only a luxury to those who make time for it, I have all the time in the world. Endless hours of me reading an English book from cover to cover.

Although not my Native language, I feel like I've mastered it. As far as only I would know, it's not like I have another with me to test it with.

I lay my body down on a little mattress made for canine body, I can only close my eyes and wish that what ever nightmare I am trapped in comes to an end. I would hear voices in my head from the consequences of my loneliness and mistake them for people right beside me.

How much of a fool I must be to fall for it every single time.

I play the pictures in my mind of the Nation I love when I was back on Earth. Parades of people with such love, pride and hope for a better tomorrow. I recall the times of myself as a pup, sitting on the roofs of buildings and watching the marching of soldiers from afar. I remember their thuds beat against the concrete pavement below them, I felt the whole city boom with pride and my own body rumbled at the sheer force.

Such a proud moment as I saw myself standing atop the roof and giving a salute with my paw flattened above my eyes, I remember the Tanks and Large Missiles that were carried around by the Military Trucks, brandishing them off by the dozens they seemingly kept coming. I smile at those wonderful times, but reality is cruel as it brings me back to the present. Giving me a desire to relive more and a single tear trotting down from my eye.

Surely if Hunger and Thirst were null, would Death be as well. The combat knife I eyed almost every minute taunted me and tempted me to test my own theory

Would Death be better than being Alone?

No

I must stay strong, like every prison sentence, there is an end. Like every dark cave, there is a light that everyone looks to like a Savior in a dim world. I must stay strong, For myself, For my own victory, for my mission.

I will do it for her, for Mother Russia, For the Soviet Union.