'I don't trust it, Luna. There's something going on that you're not telling me.'
'Maybe...'
'Don't 'maybe' me! What is it?'
'Oh well, there's school. Gotta go!'
Luna Oakley's whole life is quite abnormal. She's just a normal teenager with constant...
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‘What are your orders?’
‘Kill them. Kill every last one of those savages.’
A sharp crack tore through the air.
There were so many villagers, slaughterers, bodies. And while some had bullets in their guns, others had bullets in their hearts.
‘Stop, I beg of you! You don’t need to-’ ‘AAAAAAGH!’
My heart was pounding in my ears. Why...why were they killing us? There were so many strange, emotionless men with huge guns, who just took life after life. Telling friend from foe was effortless; all the villagers were on the ground, dead, while the murderers stalked the lands like bloodhounds, who were covered in just as much blood as those being murdered.
But the fire...the fire consumed everything, from telescopes to shrubs to houses to the very oxygen in the air, turning them all to helpless, black ash. It killed even more people than the bloodhounds, using the wind to engulf everything in an embrace of flames and death. And it got closer each millisecond.
Everything was a blur of orange and green and blood. I couldn’t see anything, and I didn’t know whether it was due to the water in my eyes or the sound of war obscuring my senses.
Crack.
They’re coming.
I had to keep running. I had to find shelter...
I trudged over the wet mud and tripped over burnt debris on the ground. But I never stopped. No, I kept sprinting away from it all, up some sort of hill with tears flailing from my eyes and sheer fear and determination fuelling my every step.
And then I saw him.
Right next to me laid a young teenage boy, breathing harshly and bleeding profusely. And he... he had white hair and red eyes. He was just like me.
‘Luna, run! Get out of here!’ He shouted hoarsely.
I... I knew this person. I felt a connection to him, like our fates were strung together in some way. Every quivering, ragged breath he took felt like a direct punch to the heart.
‘I’m not leaving you! You need...you need to come with me!’ I pleaded.
The unfamiliar face cracked a small smile, thick blood streaming out of a wound in his head. The rock he was resting on seemed to grow redder by the second. ‘Hey, it’s going to be okay. We’ll see each other again.’
My eyes welled up with tears as I looked down at the wounded boy.
‘You’re...You’re dying, Asad!’
‘I’m not dying, silly,’ He started, taking in a ragged breath. ‘I’m just going to another world.’
