Epics of Noche 5, Reflection

EON CH 32

MOVECITY MISSION.

1777, APRIL 11th, MONDAY 10:03am.

Noche awoke to drool running down her chin and bleary eyes. She sat up and moved her mess of hair out of the way before pulling out her phone and checking the time. It was April eleventh at ten o three am. Monday.

She blinked. She had slept for twelve hours. Twelve whole hours. Noche wiped her face and yawned. How long had it been since she got a full night's rest? A peaceful night's rest? One without any nightmares, waking up from physical pain, or any form of disturbance? Probably not since before the war, maybe not even before that.

So two years. She hadn't slept so comfortably for over two years. That would explain why this feeling felt so unfamiliar, distant, and forgotten. Yet sooooooo good. Fuck, she was going to have to do this again. Getting a full night's sleep was amazing.

Tempting as it was to lay back down, there was no rest for the wicked. Creeps, Edward, and DeathTech were on the move. She had to get up and find Medusa. Getting up and stretching for a bit, Noche opened her door and walked out into the hall.

As she made her way to the president's office her mind wandered across the layout of this place. All the times she made her way to Rust's classroom, the vending machine that laid nearby, and Cherries's room. She stopped and paused to stare in the direction of her old friend's abode before moving on.

Sunlight reflected off the distance mountain range just outside the windows to her left. Noche passed the VR room and turned into eh hallway that led to Medusa's office. It was a short trip, but walking down memory lane made it feel so much longer. Once she was outside the door she paused.

"The hopes of the multiverse is on my shoulders and only a handful of people even know about it," Noche let out a long, deep breath. "Gotta beat Creeps, gotta destroy the POE's seal before fear consumes everything in existence. Easy enough. Just gotta go to a city in the middle of a desert first. The desert I almost died in. That desert. No biggie."

Her fists were trembling as she stood there. Noche shook her head, took in another deep breath, and knocked before nerves got the better of her.

"Come in."

The blonde did so and found Medusa face down on a pile of papers. Hundreds more surrounded her all across her desk.

"End my misery," the president said.

Noche snickered and Medusa's head rose. Her eyes widened when they locked with the gold ones before her.

"Noche? I wasn't expecting you. I thought you were Dreg."

"Sorry to disappoint," she smiled. "I take it things aren't going well?"

Medusa let out a little groan. "No, they are not. Cross is overwhelmed with fighting DeathTech."

"How bad is it?"

"It's only been a week since I got back. In that time I've learned the Grave brothers have done the bare minimum in fighting against Edward's monsters. In the few battles Cross has done, we've sent hundreds to fight a handful, and every time we either lose or the casualties are so great that the victory isn't worth it."

"Compared to the average Cross soldier, those flesh-warping abominations are ludicrously powerful."

"We lost three hundred Cross soldiers to twenty DeathTech soldiers in Ingland! Three hundred!"