This World was Beautiful. It was Elegant, and Balanced, and Natural. It was all of the things These People are not. These People on This World are blind, seeing only the Truth of Those Who Are One. These People are deaf, hearing only the whisper of the Truth of Those Who Are One. These People are mute, speaking only the Truth of Those Who Are One. These People see the cylinders of metal that groan high above the black clouds and smile, because the cylinders are beautiful, and the black clouds are for protection from light. These People do not even know what a tree looks like, because the last living one was burned to close a gap in the clouds one-hundred-and-fifty years ago. These People are very lost, and the only hope for the survival of These People is to be executed in exactly three hours, twenty-four minutes, and nineteen seconds.
“Would TG: OaZ please stand up and face a singular representation of Those Who Are One?” A nasally voice asked.
“TG: OaZ will not see any but a full representation of Those Who Are One, please,” TG: OaZ replied with a sigh. The Girl did not turn from the tree drawn in the dirt of the cell floor, only embellished it further.
“Very well, They are here,” the voice replied, before falling into a coughing fit.
“Would TG: OaZ please stand and face a full representation of Those Who Are One?” A deeper voice asked.
The Girl narrowed her eyes at the drawing, then scrubbed it out with the heel of her hand before standing, and inching around to face a full representation of Those Who Are One. Starting with the full representation’s shoes – thick soled leather boots, probably steel toed – The Girl slowly raised her eyes to meet him. The Girl growled as she met his eyes. They were green, just like hers.
“Now, now, calm down. Those Who Are One sent a full representation to take TG: OaZ to meet Them, please. Will The Girl comply, or will The Girl be brought under armed force by the full representation of Those Who Are One?”
“This Girl will comply and be brought in peace to Those Who Are One by a full representation, please,” TG: OaZ replied. The Girl lowered her arms and came forward, pressing her milky cheek against the wrought iron bars that prevented any possible escape. “May This Girl have a covering for protection when This People steps outside of The Establishment for Corrective Counseling?”
“Of course The Girl might, if The People would please back away from the bars for a moment,” the representation of Those Who Are One replied with a small, stressed smile. The bars groaned as they swung towards The Girl, and The Boy holding the cage open trembled with exertion; he motioned The Girl with his head to move through quickly. As soon as The Girl was through, The Boy curled into a coughing fit, and the spring-loaded door swung closed with a vengeance, shoving The Boy out of the cell.
“Thanks go to The Boy and the full representation of Those Who Are One for allowing This Girl access to Outside the Cell and providing This People with a covering, respectively,” The Girl said softly as she fingered the soft material of the black cloak that had been draped over her shoulders. “May This Girl ask The Boy his name?”
“TB: FiSaF, if it may please,” The Boy replied.
“And This Girl is TG: OaZ, as it pleases,” The Girl replied. The Boy stood and bowed, then staggered off to rest in privacy.
“Now that the full representation of Those Who Are One and The Girl are alone,” The full representation began, turning away from The Girl, “They must travel, and to ensure The Girl does not make to run,” The Girl began to back away, but the full representation of Those Who Are One heard her footsteps, and before she could move two feet he had turned and blown a tranquilizer dart into her neck. The Girl crumpled like a rag, and the full representation picked her up and made his way to The Tower of Those Who Are One.
