The peace of white sand

Chapter 1

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It all began with a bang. The sent of Smoke creeped up my nose that night I was taken from my only family.
"I don't wanna go! I don't wanna-" I cried in my high-pitched childish voice. She pulls me out of the house.
"If you think they wanted to be chosen then you are wrong " My sister's voice was stern.
She put her hands on my shoulders.
I could see the fear in her wide eyes. I know she is worried about me.

"You don't know the dangerous route you would be taking if you go against them."
My voice became louder, and I shouted.
I felt a sharp sense of pain run across my face.
"You will end up like mom if you keep acting like this."
"Wake up madam!" someone with blue hair said, slamming the steel prison-like door.
My bare feet touch the cold concrete. I slide my slippers on, I hold my breath.

The dream replayed in my head over and over.
I Twisted the sink to wash my face. My eyes drooping, my teeth hurting from my braces. I wasn't scared of the past. Something made me want to remember everything.
The guard opened the slot to give me pills, and I saw his face slightly. His face looked infuriated but the color blue suited him.

I gripped the sink and looked into the mirror. I don't feel like myself, something's different. I grab the pill and my hands grab the cup of clean, cool water from off the sink, I put the pill in my mouth little did I know that it would change my life.
I look around and look at the top of the jail cell door. How many jail cells are there?
my eyes turned to the corner of the room. A camera. Someone has their eye on me. 
The guard unlocks the door and I see two additional guards right next to him.

My feet step out of the jail cell, and the chains on my hands hit against each other.
The 3 guards walked me down the hall,
One of them presses the button to the elevator to open the door.

The door opened and we walked into the elevator. They press the ground-level button.  The silence was suffocating.
The door opened with a ding. The blue-haired escort put his arm in front of the door of the elevator to keep it open.

We walked down the hall and I looked like a headless chicken, the blue-haired guy opened the door.
"Sit down," he said. I sit down next to someone
wearing the same uniform as me. He wore glasses and the number on his shirt was one.

"Now that everyone is here, my name is Polaris.
Once a year the union puts military convicts into the locker, a place for the forgotten and people that forget." I look at the old white-haired guy who seems to be a veteran as he stands in the front of the room behind a Lectern. "Man, I wish I could forget half of the stuff that goes on in here."

Cackling covers the whole room but the white-haired guy didn't crack a smile. He looks more aggressive by the minute. The laughing slowly died.
"If you forgot your name, we won't be telling you. The number of your prison cell is what you will be called if you forgot your name."

I felt someone staring into the back of my head. I look to my left and I see a bald guy with a scar across his face. He takes his thumb and swipes it across his neck. I look at the number on his uniform, 21.
Polaris picked up his folder "My advice is to stay out of fights, the lower the number of the person cells, the more dangerous they are or were."
We all stood up and we walked out of the room.
The blue-haired guy walked up to me, and the hair on my arm stood up. "Madam, let's get you back to your cell."

He gestures to the door. I walk out the door with blue behind me and two guards in front of me.
I walk into my cell And my butt falls onto the bed.

"I expected more from yelling from cell 19709"  I hear voices coming from outside the place I am locked in.
"She forgot almost everything and she might be quiet but don't underestimate her or you will be sorry. Remember what she did and didn't do."

The hair on my stuck up, and I can feel the blood pounding in my head. My sweaty palms are making it hard to find the answer to the question running through my head.

What did I do? I don't hear the voices anymore. I hear footsteps retreating.
I look to my right and I see a small desk with a calendar above it. I stand up and open the drawer. I see a holy Trinity Bible.

I take a glimpse and see there is a key on a string. The key had the cross on the top and a different cross attached to the string. I hold the key in my hand. Thankfully the camera can't see me from this angle. I put the key on my neck. I see a necklace around my neck. A small beach bottle with black sand inside it?

I sighed and sat on my bed. My head hits a pillow that feels a bit too close to a rock. I forgot almost everything but
I didn't forget God was good.  My eyebrows pushed together. I fell into a dream I didn't know I was dreaming.
The wind made the atmosphere feel colder than dry ice. As if seeing my sister after all these years wasn't hard enough.
"Why...did you do this to us?"

She asked me in front of a group of people. I barely recognized them. I looked around and the land was dry.
There was no green grass. A crow caws and I see the bird circling in the air.
"Look, I didn't ask to be picked for any of this. None of us did. You're the one who told me It would be dangerous to go against them." She lifts her hand getting ready to hit me. Her friend holds her hand back. She looks at her friend and her friend shakes her head back and forth. My sister looks back at me.

"You grew into someone I never thought you would grow into, Madam. Sadly, I couldn't be there for you."
"I didn't need you to be there for me. I wanted you to be but Sometimes what we want is not what is not what God meant for us." "You weren't meant to have a good relationship with your only sister?!"
"I was meant for something greater."
a sting of pain slides across my face, my eyes squint and the hair on my arm sticks up. I feel like there is a rock on my chest. I sit up in my bed, sweat dripping off my back.
My shirt was soaked.  My breathing is heavy. I try so hard to catch my breath but the more I think of all of these questions the more I realize these questions need and have answers.

I look at the clock and it just hit one am.
The lights are out still, the only light is moonlight coming from the small window. The ticking clock makes time feel slower. Then an arrow flies into the room from the small window that is so high I can't see out of it. The arrow hits the top of the doorframe. I shift all my weight on my tiptoes.
I walk to the door to see the arrow. the guard pops in front of the barred door and I jump back. Slightly scared by his sudden appearance.
He holds a rifle in his hand.  "You should be in bed."
"I am glad you care about my health but I will be fine. It's hard to sleep in a place like this."
"You will get used to it but you have to get up early tomorrow. So, I suggest you get some rest or we both won't have a good day tomorrow."
He walks away and I am left in silence.
Utter silence.

I force my feet to launch me in the air and grab the arrow, there is paper wrapped around it.
I look at the writing. It's in Latin.

𝓞𝓶𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓿𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻. 𝓞𝓶𝓷𝓲𝓪 𝓥𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓲𝓽 𝓐𝓶𝓸𝓻 𝓮𝓽 𝓷𝓸𝓼 𝓬𝓮𝓭𝓪𝓶𝓾𝓼 𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓲

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