Fallen

Rising

Rift's Point of View:

I was having that same dream again. The one where my parents were executed with 13 others. I was only five when that happened, but I remember that day clearly. Black Sun soldiers charged into our house grabbing my mom and dad and took them away.

I woke up suddenly. I've been having that dream every night for a couple of weeks. I got dressed and left my cabin. "Yo Rift, I heard there is a rally this morning. Let's go!" said my friend Anvil. Anvil and I exited our small cabin and into the market. The rusted metal crunched underneath our feet. Our city was slowly wasting away because we didn't have the money to fix anything. The Black Sun took all our money and made us poor. Most of our people died of hunger and disease, but life went on. Many people were waking up now. We all started walking in a big crowd to the assembly. "Hey, I think we should sign up for the Trinity Army." "Yeah, I'm all up for it man," I replied. I hated the Black Sun. They kill innocent people, take our money, and insult our way of life. As we neared the assembly, I could hear the emergency alarm and the announcer ordering people to evacuate. "All men who want to stay and fight the Black Sun tyranny head to the station to the right and gather weapons and ammo. Everyone else head across the bridge and evacuate the city. Black Sun will be here any moment to vandalize our city", called out the man speaking into the megaphone. "Dude this is our chance. Come on!" said Anvil. We both ran to the armoury. One of the dispensers gave me a pistol and two mags. A man came up to Anvil and I and said,"You two come with me. You will be in my squad." "Yes sir!"