Luna

Stars

Everything was white, everything had a little layer of snow. Little snowflakes danced around me and they found their way to the ground. I reached out my hand to catch them and to my surprise they stayed down. They were very different from before, the texture was clearer and they remained completely intact. Slowly the coolness spread from my hands through to my entire body. Goosebumps rose and a tremor followed. Oliver looked at me questioningly and held out his hand. I took his hand, which felt warm and safe, and squeezed it gently. We had to walk a short distance through a thick blanket of snow before we arrived at the compound. Oliver scanned one of his passes and the big gates opened squeaking and creaking. It was a wonder they hadn't frozen solid. The compound consisted of three different buildings, two round domes and some sort of mansion. I clung tightly to Oliver, who then pressed a kiss to my head. There was no one else to be seen in the compound, which gave a strange feeling. The snow crunched under our feet. Light from the mansion shone on my feet as I carefully walked up the steps. Two large antique-style doors called us to a stop. Oliver types in a code that causes one of the doors to open for us. Cautiously, I grab the door and venture inside. I find myself in a very large hall where the ceiling is shaped into a bulwark. On the ceiling are various figures painted and finished with gold. People are running back and forth with files and phones, paying us no attention. The room is divided into several clusters, which in turn consist of six desks together. I feast my eyes and then look at Oliver questioningly. "Welcome to the Resistance." The grin on his face is from ear to ear and probably stemming from my facial expression. The organization is insanely large and at the same time it doesn't feel big, more like a big working family. Someone from one of the back clusters looks at us and jumps from her chair. Her high narrow stiletto heels make a reverberating sound on the white marble floor. She is wearing a black pencil skirt topped by a tight white blouse. Her dark red hair is in a loose bun and her expression is soft. As she approaches I see her eyes scan me from head to toe and then turn her gaze to Oliver. "Why on earth did you leave your entire team and stop making contact with us?" she hisses in a threateningly low tone. Oliver averted his gaze and cleared his throat. "Don't think I take responsibility for this. Not anymore." she hisses and walks irritably back to her workstation. Oliver cries out and I look at him confused. "Meet Alice," he says, laughing. 

Everything was white, everything had a little layer of snow. Little snowflakes danced around me and they found their way to the ground. I reached out my hand to catch them and to my surprise they stayed down. They were very different from before, the texture was clearer and they remained completely intact. Slowly the coolness spread from my hands through to my entire body. Goosebumps rose and a tremor followed. Oliver looked at me questioningly and held out his hand. I took his hand, which felt warm and safe, and squeezed it gently. We had to walk a short distance through a thick blanket of snow before we arrived at the compound. Oliver scanned one of his passes and the big gates opened squeaking and creaking. It was a wonder they hadn't frozen solid. The compound consisted of three different buildings, two round domes and some sort of mansion. I clung tightly to Oliver, who then pressed a kiss to my head. There was no one else to be seen in the compound, which gave a strange feeling. The snow crunched under our feet. Light from the mansion shone on my feet as I carefully walked up the steps. Two large antique-style doors called us to a stop. Oliver types in a code that causes one of the doors to open for us. Cautiously, I grab the door and venture inside. I find myself in a very large hall where the ceiling is shaped into a bulwark. On the ceiling are various figures painted and finished with gold. People are running back and forth with files and phones, paying us no attention. The room is divided into several clusters, which in turn consist of six desks together. I feast my eyes and then look at Oliver questioningly. "Welcome to the Resistance." The grin on his face is from ear to ear and probably stemming from my facial expression. The organization is insanely large and at the same time it doesn't feel big, more like a big working family. Someone from one of the back clusters looks at us and jumps from her chair. Her high narrow stiletto heels make a reverberating sound on the white marble floor. She is wearing a black pencil skirt topped by a tight white blouse. Her dark red hair is in a loose bun and her expression is soft. As she approaches I see her eyes scan me from head to toe and then turn her gaze to Oliver. "Why on earth did you leave your entire team and stop making contact with us?" she hisses in a threateningly low tone. Oliver averted his gaze and cleared his throat. "Don't think I take responsibility for this. Not anymore." she hisses and walks irritably back to her workstation. Oliver cries out and I look at him confused. "Meet Alice," he says, laughing. 

On the left side of the arena was a large table, strewn with all sorts of scrawled papers. We all took our seats and Oliver slid a drawer toward me. The drawer was locked and a code could be entered on top to open it. "I know it's all a lot for you, but this is of very great importance. This is from your father's desk when the house was emptied. There is no way we can get this open, the code is distant. The only one who can crack the code is you." I replied with a timid smile. "My father shared nothing with me and you think that I, of all people, can open this." I began to laugh a little more nervously. I dropped my head into my hands and shook my head. "My birthday?" I looked at Oliver, but he shook his head. I ran my nails rhythmically across the table. "25-2-27." I looked at Oliver sternly; I could see from his face that he hadn't thought about that yet, but he made no move to key in the code. "Surely you don't think he used his date of death for this?" Tears burned behind my eyes and wet my lips with my tongue. I swallowed away the lump and gestured for him to type it in. To me it took ages, but the drawer popped open. There was dead silence at the table and Oliver snatched a small note from the drawer. Oliver's eyes slid over the note at lightning speed. 

"Your father worked with the government to initiate the First Landing, along with a virus that destroyed everyone. He destroyed the virus and therefore ended his life. He was responsible for everything....." 

The world began to spin, everything was black and gone I was.