Love is: A Battlefield

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

The drive was a long one, which I should have expected. CoA placed their King at the center of the city of Albion, while the conformity sat on the edge. Out of sight, just in case the rebels tried anything, then at least we would be far out of reach from the hands of the devils. The CoA must have thought of their attack for a long time because, for the past ten years, no one has been able to stop them. I stopped hoping for a rescue after CoA announced they killed off all the rebels. That was three years after I was kidnapped. Most of the girls inside the conformity were either becoming a model citizen or building up the body count. I thought for the longest time they were unstoppable; until they released the marriage idea. As barbaric as it was, it was a taste of freedom. A chance to do some thinking for ourselves and to see the world that they created. However, most of the time the villains in any story had a hole in their evil overall plan. During the story, the protagonist would reveal to you what they needed to do to outdo the villain, save the world and most of the time save the girl of their dreams.

My mom always thought superhero movies were a much better thing to watch than any cartoon. Sure, I watched Looney Toons, and Tom and Jerry. My mom wanted me to know the classics. I preferred them over anything else to tell you the truth. Don't get me wrong, PAW Patrol was cool; dogs going on super cool missions and the main boy was awesome. He was always creating another unique gadget for the dogs. The best thing about him was he got to be around dogs all day every day. However, Diego was better than Dora. For example, he had a rescue backpack than just some regular backpack. He had a jaguar for a pet. Dora had a monkey that wore boots, which was also his name. Real clever their producers. Disney was the same as always. Fun half hour tv shows that secretly held a lesson. A girl playing with her toys but fixing them whenever they got sick. An effective way to get kids not afraid of the doctor.

The car was starting to slow down. I saw giant trees standing near one another. One right after one. They were as tall as buildings; their leaves were a bright green it almost made my eyes hurt trying to look at them. I didn't think the trees would stop until they did. They stopped just long enough to fit one car. The car made its way down the dirt path that slowly turned into gravel, then stone. The road winded a way through the country. I didn't see much except for trees. The road was shady with all the trees that I couldn't tell where I was.

Eventually, I was met with the blinding light of the sun. I squinted long enough to let my eyes adjust to the different lighting. Once I got my eyesight back I looked around my surroundings. The palace, if that's what you want to call it, was white. It was two stories; long narrow windows were placed every couple of feet of the building. There was a balcony on the second story being held up by vast white pillars. To the left of the building there sat a small garden. The hedge was as high as my waist, give, or take a few inches. Benches were placed symmetrically on opposing sides of the garden. In the middle sat a fountain that seemed to be polished every day. Despite the condition of the fountain it didn't seem to be running. Everything seemed to be extremely healthy for most of the plants. Everywhere else the plants seemed to be dead, but pinks, blues, purples, every color of the rainbow was covering part of the ground near the garden.

My car door opened in one swift motion. A hand was placed just outside the car. I slowly went to grab it. The hand gently squeezed mine. As I was stepping out of the car, I saw someone grabbing a few things out of the trunk. I let my mind wander to what it was since I didn't bring anything with me. It could have been a bomb. It could be the next plague. Whatever it was, they took it very seriously. I heard the door shut once I was fully standing next to the stairs. A girl came rushing out to greet me. She should have been what I expected, but once again I was astonished to what I saw. She was in her late fifties, maybe even mid-sixties. Her grey hair was spun into a loose bun that sat promptly on top of her head. She wore big glasses that covered most of her face. Her cheekbones were sunken in due to old age. Her wrinkles were beginning to show around the edges of her eyes. There wasn't a sign of makeup that I could tell. She wore a business suit that complimented her body structure. Her ruffled blouse was dark blue, the same as my dress. The pencil skirt was black. The outfit was finished with stockings and black set of flats.