38 landed unceremoniously on a soft surface. Bewildered, she slowly opened her eyes to find herself in a field of bright something. That something was color, although she did not know that at the time, but it was strange looking at grass and flowers with such intense brightness. Further away, she saw a tent with oddly dressed humans sitting around. Ever curious, she ventured closer to the group. As she neared the opening of the tent, a gasp broke her from her curious trance.
"Good heavens dear! What on earth do you think you're doing?"
38 spun around to see another female in strange clothes staring at her with an incredulous look.
"I don't understand," 38 replied softly, "what is going on?"
"The king is being forced to sign the Magna Carta," the strange female huffed, "and all the women are supposed to be preparing the refreshments!"
None of this meant anything to 38. However, the female took her hand and quickly rushed her to another tent where 38 noticed many other females (who also wore the same strange attire as the first) working in a flurry with sustenance. The female, whom she learned was called Kathrine (an odd label in 38's opinion), explained to her in more depth the event that was taking place.
Apparently, this 'king', King John (another odd label) had committed nefarious acts against his people, and they'd had enough. She learned that the humans under King John had rebelled from him and fought to liberate themselves from his cruelty. This Magna Carta signing would mean that they would be free to live without fear of their ruler terrorizing them and all would have the right to justice and a fair trial.
By the time Kathrine had finished explaining, 38's head had hurt. Rebellion? Fairness? Cruelty? These were all new ideas to her. Obviously, she knew what the words had meant, but not in a practical, applicable sense. Overwhelmed, 38 ran far from the tents and into the woods as fast as she could.
Then it happened again. With the drop of her stomach, she fell once again into another jaw dropping scene.
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Fantascienza"Gray, dark, and dreary was the state of Gefallene-Welt on that fateful day. Of course, it was always that way―the World Council had ordered it to be so during the Transition decades ago―but it seemed as if the climate-controlled world had grown dim...
