The population of Faisa recuperated in the town labyrinth. All of them were still mesmerized by what had happened. They began to feel even more special, because a god had decided to pay them a visit.
Sara was still lightheaded from her fall, but the large shower of compliments was definitely aiding in her speedy recovery. The new official, CC112, was helping Sara across the stage. Sara was concerned about getting color back into her skin, not leaving. She was enjoying her time as the chosen one. It got her a lot more positive attention than being the rebellious president.
Sara felt bad for CC76 though. She thought that CC76 was really rude, but that she did not deserve to die the way that she died. Sara gestured for the official to leave her alone. CC112 did as her superior said and released her grip from Sara. Sara sighed a sigh of relief. She rubbed her arm. The official had a stern, hard grip on her arm. Her grip was so tight that Sara’s skin turned purple in the area where CC112 had held Sara’s arm.
Sara climbed down the stairs. To her surprise, nobody noticed her exit the stage and wander into the woods. Sara hobbled over to CC76’s corpse. She kneeled over and stared deep into CC76’s glossy, dead eyes. Her pupils were dilated.
Sara wished that she could have been conscious to stop the death of CC76. She may have been a rude person, but her intentions were pure. A tear escaped Sara’s eye and slowly ran down her face. The tear made its way down Sara’s cheek and leaped to the ground. Sadly, the tear didn’t make it to the ground. The tear splashed on CC76’s overly-chapped lips, and rolled into her mouth.
Sara was fed up with all of the violence that Faisa had experienced in her lifetime. She was already starting to cry, because of the violence. Sara did not want to see what was going to happen if the violence escalated.
Sara stood up and began to walk away from CC76’s body. She was five feet away from CC76 when she heard a large gasp. Sara turned around and found CC76 gasping for air. Sara was about to go help her, but then a large white wolf dropped from the trees and landed on top of CC76. It began tearing out her insides and eating them raw. Blood was splashing everywhere.
Sara turned around and shrieked. Every Crimson Cloak in the town labyrinth heard her ear-piercing scream. They turned to face her and saw the large behemoth that was standing five feet away from their beloved president.
Sara turned around and came face to face with a White Wolf. Its breath came out of its mouth as an innocent mist and then splashed on Sara’s neck. She was frozen to the ground. The wolf growled, letting a few intestines from CC76 fall from its mouth.
The wolf opened its mouth to devour Sara. She closed her eyes shut. All that she heard was a womanly scream and then the sound of the wolf running away. Sara opened her eyes and saw the wolf slowly trotting away. She looked at its leg and saw that a large knife had made a tremendous gash.
Sara wanted to show her people that she could defend them in their time of need. She reached for her musket and slowly pulled it from its sling. She aimed at the seemingly innocent wolf. She cocked her musket and then shot the leg of the wolf. The bullet flew towards the leg of the wolf and then smashed against it. Instead of piercing the wolf’s skin, the bullet ricocheted and went flying through the trees.
The wolf howled. Sara turned around. All of the Crimson Cloaks had fled the town labyrinth. She threw her hands up in disgust. She began to walk home, but then she heard the sound of large feet on the ground. She turned around and the wolf was airborne . It was pouncing in her direction. The wolf was about to land on her, when a woman in blue tackled the wolf to the ground. It was a Turquoise Tunic. Not knowing how to react, Sara lifted her Armsel Striker. The Turquoise Tunic asked, “Really? I just saved your life and now you’re going to kill me?”
Sara lowered her Armsel Striker. Apparently that was not the way to thank a person of another clan. The wolf started to growl. The Turquoise Tunic looked at the injured wolf, then looked at Sara. She held her hand out to Sara, then said, “We have to get out of here.”
Sara grabbed the Turquoise Tunic’s hand and they ran at top speed. They flew through trees and dodged bushes until they arrived at a cave. This specific cave was the physical feature that separated Roem from Faisa. The Turquoise Tunic looked back and saw that the White Wolf was nowhere in sight. The Turquoise Tunic turned around to face Sara, but he was greeted by her Striker. She put her hands up and said, “I don’t think you want to do that.”
Sara lowered her Striker a little, but not all the way. She playfully asked, “And why is that?”
The Turquoise Tunic spun around to face Sara. She said in a deep voice, “Because I am different than the other Turquoise Tunics.”
Sara lowered her Armsel Striker. It was facing the ground. She inched away from the person who just saved her life. She uneasily asked, “How did you do that to your voice?”
The Turquoise Tunic sat down, then gestured for Sara to sit down. Sara did as the Turquoise Tunic said, but she sat five feet away. She was trying to keep her distance from the outsider. The Turquoise Tunic quickly said, “I am not a woman. I am a man, but I’m not like the White Wolves. My soul is pure.”
Sara scooted back bewildered, but at the same time she was intrigued. Sara played with the dirt on the ground. She did not know how to answer to that. She asked the first thing that popped into her mind. She quietly asked, “If you are a so-called man, then prove it.”
The Turquoise Tunic stood up. Sara had no clue what he was about to do. Sara stood up, readying her Striker. She did not know whether he was about to pull out a bomb or throw a knife through her head.
The Turquoise Tunic grabbed her singular article of clothing. He took the tunic off. Sara watched as the tunic slid off of his body. When the tunic was on the floor, she noticed a difference between their anatomical make-ups. She pointed at the difference and asked, “Where did you get that? That is male genitalia. That is different than what I have.”
The man laughed. He grabbed his tunic and put it back on, because it was very cold outside. Sara was truly baffled. She had not been left speechless very many times in the duration of her lifetime. As he put his tunic back on he simply said, “I was born with it. I do not know how I’ m not a White Wolf. I don’t know how other Turquoise Tunics have not noticed this. I do know one thing, though. Gods have not always sent babies to the earth.”
Sara’s jaw dropped. She was receiving too much information in too little of a time span. Her head was going in circles, but she was still intrigues by the man’s story. She stepped closer to the man and asked, “Well how are babies born?”
The man laughed and stared deeply into Sara’s eyes. He was fascinated by her. She acted so young, but she looked so mature. The man softly said, “A man and a woman used to engage in sexual intercourse and the woman would go into a phase called, pregnancy. After nine months, she would go into labor and the baby would be born.”
Sara was intrigued and her body was telling her to do something that she had never done before. The man grabbed Sara’s hair and kissed her lips. Sara didn’t pull away. She pushed her lips harder onto his lips. She had a feeling inside that she had never felt before. She felt warm inside.
The boy took his clothes off once more. Sara did not know what the man was doing, but she was in too much of a daze to stop. She followed in his lead. She grabbed her jumpsuit and stripped it.
They were kissing in a cave, naked. The man slowly led Sara down to the ground while still staying on top of her. What happened over the next three minutes was the miracle of life being conceived.
Sara reached for her jumpsuit after they were done. She was glowing. So was the man. After she had her jumpsuit on, she said, “My name is Sara. How about you?”
He was having trouble putting his tunic back on his body. Once the tunic was fully his body he smiled and looked down at Sara. He whispered, “My names is Tara.”
