Air raid sirens blared as the ground erupted all around us. Fast as our legs would carry us, we ran. Russian SU-25s roared over head, screaming near certain death for those below.
"How did it come to this?" I thought, "How was the US Airforce overpowered by these outdated pieces of scrap?"
I helped Mother, who was injured from an earlier explosion's debris, to escape. She urged me to leave her and escape, but I would not leave my family alone, not again, not after what happened three years ago.
"You should just leave me and go." She said, but I was having none of it.
"No, not after the last time. This time, 'we ride together, we die together' and. . . believe me, we WILL survive this. One way or another."
I wanted to be optimistic but. . . that would soon end. There was a loud bang and a bright light. . . then? Well, nothing. It was dark and cold, I looked around and tried to call out but, there was no sound. I tried once more to call out to somebody, anybody but. . . still nothing.
"So, I'm dead?" I thought, "I hope my family survived, at least"
Just as I was coming to terms with what had happened, a voice called out to me.
"Unfortunately, you all have perished. Rather unfairly, I might add." The voice said.
"Who are you?"
"I am Lunair, Goddess of Altaea. I've come to offer you and your family another chance."
It brightened up as soon as this. . . "Goddess". . . finished her sentence. "You have been dead for a year now. I regret to say that I did not have the power to reincarnate you all immediately, but, you will now be reborn. Please, take care not to die in this life"
I looked around. Above me was a starry sky filled with stars. It was peaceful and yet, mysterious. Space. Below me was the floor. A clear and thin, though strong, glass-like material I was stood upon. I could see a planet below.
"That is Altaea, young one, your new home!" Lunair threw up her arms in excitement but, I was not amused. . . that is. . . until the screen flew in closer.
Lunair let me see my family, they looked completely different and yet, I knew it was them. My Mother, Brothers, Sister, and Father. They all sat around a makeshift table inside a sort of hobbit hole underneath a Silverbell tree. Were we poor? Could they support a forth child? Mother looked as though she were pregnant. . . so, I would redo life from birth unlike the rest of them? I heard Mother speak as my vision began to fade away.
"I pray that Myribel grow up to be a beautiful, strong young lady even i n t h e s e--"
Her words faded away soon after. There was a moment of silence, a bright light, and then. . . crying?
YOU ARE READING
A World Above (To Be Rewritten)
FantastikFollowing a Russian Airstrike and many fatalities, several people are reborn into another world. A world of magic, dragons, and royalty. Myribel and family struggle to survive in the slums of Cyt'ra while attempting to locate anyone else who were re...
