Parallel twist perspective from the Elite's close encounters in the story. Not all was peaceful nor spoken by the Elite's. Tribrinka takes what you most desire. To be read after Nightmare Fantasy.
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Nightmare Fantasy: A soldier's story Chaos's Story ShieyeOne Chapter 1: The Beginning.
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The girl shoved her hand to her mouth, panic ran through her tiny little form like lightning. She tried her hardest to stop her panting breath frantically. It gave her presence away, but alas, the natural reaction took the best of her. She was hidden in the thick, mucky marshland she knew all too well. She hoped it would cover her in a mothering embrace and swallowed hard to send the rushing image of her dead family away. She had no mother, no father, and now no sister. She wasn't going to comfort her ever again.
Running for her life as her sister shoved her toward the back of the house and away, she stopped and waited in the brush outside. Nokomis, her sister, waited inside terror stricken as a group of soldiers barged into the modest country farmhouse. She was sacrificing herself, so her sister had a chance to run. She placed all hope that those men might not value a ten year old girl.
The girl watched with her pale grey-blue eyes dismally as they beat her last relative down to the ground. Twelve men against one woman was no fair fight. Wincing at the sound of her sister's unbidden whimpers, the girl wanted to run toward her desperately but instead followed the woman's last wishes. The girl could do nothing.
Suddenly, after some mumbled conversation, a shrill female cry came as the presumed leader of the squad came storming out of the house. He was drenched in red. Holding up a bloody blob, the man called out condescendingly, "Oh girl, I know you are watching. We've had a chance to talk, your sister and I, guess what? You must not matter to her because I simply don't see you in her heart. Come look, nothing at all!"
He sneered as the grey clouds thundered and rumbled, filling the atmosphere. Like always, this grey dusty place was due for a nasty storm. The poor expended soil brought very little yield from its clutches, but at least the two had made it well enough to survive, barely.
The poor girl had been raised no fool. She sucked her rueful grief within her soul and slinked away. What he wanted was to see her come at him, and she would do the exact opposite of that. Her sister, the greatest replacement for a long dead mother and father, had taught her many important things of survival.
She moved in stealth. Any sound would be her death. Although the swamp could be noisy if not careful, at least it was fairly good at hiding her tracks in the muck if she took it slow. She was absolutely crusted in mud and helped blend her into the environment, hiding her body temperature somewhat from heat sensors. Not that she really understood Tribrinkian technology, but her sister taught her well on what these men might use to grab her.
After sitting three hours, the night was falling, and she feared freezing to death. Her sister warned of the cold that took fingers and toes in winter. It was fall now. She worried about her uncontrolled shivering. She had never had this happen before, but figured it wasn't good. Getting out of the muck, she cautiously glanced about the barren forest, its black branches foreboding. A lightning bolt long ago set this forest on fire, now that remained was charred black trunks and modest undergrowth rebuilding itself. Squinting in the dim sunset, she spotted smoke billowing high in the sky. Those evil beings had burned everything she once knew. There was no home in this world for her. No one cared she existed.
