Part 1 (Updated)

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I don't know who I was. I have only minimal recollection of my past. My life has been turned upside down because one nation was scared.

One nation. That's all it took. It only took one group of people to abduct thousands of terrified children from the arms of their mothers and fathers. They took us to a facility. They erased our memories. They left only whispers of our past: eyes, smells, names. They "updated" us. Filled our brains with martial arts and blueprints. I am one of those children. I am part of Project T1370. I am "updated." I am nobody.

The updates have a before and after. Our befores don't matter. They are cast aside. They are said to be useless. The whispers we have are for our enemies to go through. To try and find some face they can turn into. It's no use. We kill them before they can even try.

Our enemies are called changelings. They are shapeshifters. They are telepaths. They comb your mind to turn into people important to you. The changelings feed off of heartbreak. They live off of fear. Normal humans would never be able to fight them. The updated can. How can you feel emotion for someone you don't remember.

I have few whispers of my past. I remember a pair of green eyes. I remember a pair of broken glasses. I remember two voices. I guess I'm lucky in some ways. I got to remember things in twos. 

The people changelings turn into are called "pastlings". We battle pastlings to keep normals safe. It's strange. We all feel a tugging in our brain. We know our hearts should remorse the faces of those we just killed. We feel nothing. 

Our afters are what happens next. Our afters are not supposed to be important. We are supposed to follow our orders and never look back. I did what I was told. That is, until I protected the high priestess. 

Author's note:

This is just a fun project for me to practice my writing skills. Please comment and let me know what you think of it so far. My plan is to update every Sunday, but nothing can be for certain.

XOX

Luna

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