LUNA SUNFLOWER is a freak. The kind you whisper about on the streets or spare a few concerned glances at. But she is also a dreamer, the kind that'd dream up big adventures of fairies and mysterious assassins kidnapping mothers-her mother, to be spe...
"The revolution is here because there is an injustice! A revolution cannot be silenced with blood and money, it echoes and spreads like legends of the old days! Even after its death it never truly dies. We are not afraid, my people! We will not cower any longer beneath the fist of this unjust government. We want freedom! We want the truth! Do not try to silence us, as it is not our voices but our hearts that speak! Do you hear it? The sound of thousands and thousands of hearts beating together, fighting together! Join us and we will fight for each other, fight for our country, as brothers and as sisters!"
— Ære Taistelija during the fifth presidential hearing, (on the 25th cycle, at The Frankrig National Theatre in Pansi, Frankrig.)
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We'd set the tables and welcomed all of the guests by the time the clock struck eight. I was able to slip away for a few minutes to change out of my day clothes and slide into a slightly more formal outfit of a black knee length dress ma' had demanded I wore for the occasion. I was hesitant but figured I could wear my denim jacket over it, covering the fact that I had little to no tits.
What? It was true.
We were all in the main hall, which was one tall and dark door away from where we were supposed to dine, chatting and laughing to the sound of hired string players: violins, cellos, violas and of the sort, accompanying the grand pianist who was propped onto the small stage in the centre.
Around four-hundred people showed up out of the town's one thousand or so citizens. It was often like this every year because of the high percentage of elderly townspeople, leaving less than half of the population fit enough to attend the feast. Except for the Wyttes; they were monstrous, even in old age.
"She's been doing well! Unfortunately, the baby's got her pretty busy, alright; she couldn't make it."
I heard the clink of wine glasses as a few maids and butlers paced around the room, holding small trays of little glasses half-full of various iced wine.
"Your Kaleb's been gone for nearly a whole cycle, eh, Jennifer?"
I was standing, swirling my own glass of champagne absentmindedly, only picking up on bits and pieces of conversation as I walked by.
"Yes! I miss him so much, you know? He'll be home and safe once the cycle's done."
The faint voices of the two women stood out the most, and I don't know how but their conversation, even though unimportant, would stay with me for the years to come.
