The star that fell from the sky

A Protector

The protectors. 

You could compare it to the police nowadays, even though their ways and their mannerism was completely different.

They were used by the government to make sure the law was executed properly. The Protectors were famous for their "Incompatible-Problemsolving" and here and there they arrested people, even with smaller offends. 

Their uniforms were black, they smelled like iron and every room they entered was left with a bitter aftertaste. Instead of a sign, they had numbers on their neck, which automatically was their name as well. No one knew well about them, they were not considered as persons, they were simply the government's dogs. 

I did not shame the woman for calling these frightening men, because in the end I would've done it as well. Nothing else were we taught in school: "When you see someone offending the law, call this number!" Back then, they symbolized safety, guardians of peace, but from this moment on, I feared them more than anything else. 

The fear, to be arrested, to never see my family again and be swallowed by the darkness of a deep, cruel prison. My body felt like stone. 

Even though I never meant to actually threaten anyones well being?

But, will someone believe me?

It did not take long, until the heavy armored tropps stormed through the door and covered the whole room in one strike. No one could enter or leave anymore...unlikely, because no one even dared to. 

The tension got worse and intimidated the people, who where peacefully enjoying their daily lives, just 10 minutes before. You could see how they tried hard to put on their most innocent faces and avoided to do anything, that could raise suspicion. 

"Good day, ladies and gentlemen, Protector Nr. 157946 reports, please stay calm and don't move from your places, please.", a burly man with a grumpy face and a deep forehead crease detached from the group and walked slowly towards the counter, almost as if he was enjoying the attention and the eyes following every step of his. 

He stepped towards a waiter, who looked like he wanted to run away or better just cry and pray that this situation went over quickly, and whispered friendly, but still audible for everyone in the room: "Sir, would you be so kind to tell me, who from this people was the one, who caused this distress?"

Cold sweat pearled from my skin and I could not wait to explain, that everything was a misunderstanding, an accident, nothing caused with intent. I wanted to beg and explain everything in detail, she did not even talk back, wouldn't that be suffice?

But which criminal would not act up like that? 

I better held my mouth, patiently, but scared.

Even before the waiter could answer, nervous glances were rushing to me and a few people even nodded into my direction. 

"Ah I see.", the man said and came closer, again, in his weird, uncomfortable slowly pace, as if this was a movie. 

"An defiant Aries?", he mocked, looking at my neck, "That's very like your folk."