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. . .SHE WATCHES FROM the Aerodrome as planes disappear into the night sky, and stays waiting, practically frozen, until they start to return.
The Vale is a beautiful place, but the temperature is fierce, and her warm blood makes it even harder to adjust. She wishes she had the chance to see the sun again, but her duties are needed here.
Besides, she has someone to see.
"You gonna stand here all day?" Asks her commanding officer, a brooding older man named Smythe. He won't tell anyone his first name, so he's just Smythe to her.
"Sure am," the girl grins. Smythe shakes his head, but she knows better. He's been standing here with her for a few minutes now, clearly as eager as she is. No false flippance will hide that.
She never used to be good at patience. Ever since she was little, it hadn't come easy. She'd had to get used to it, though, after it happened. So much waiting, praying, counting down the days. Now, patience is like a warm hug on an especially cold day to her, or a cup of coffee after a bad sleep. It is comfortable.
Today, however, a piece of her old, terribly impatient self seems to peak through the cracks of her facade. She doesn't fault herself for it. After all, one of the things she's been waiting for is finally coming to an end.
When a third plane appears in the starlit sky, she pushes off from her spot against the hangar. She has a feeling. This is it.
"Who are you waiting for, Arderis?" Smythe asks.
The girl doesn't take her eyes off the sky, amber meeting black.
"My sister."
THE END
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One Life
Sci-fiFire and Ice. Night and Day. One Life: the competition that unites them. . . . After a catastrophic event that caused the sun and the moon to remain stagnant on each side of the world, the human race was nearly eradicated, with nations wartorn and...
