• Prologue


    In this life our strict laws rule society. We all become bound by the control of our so called ‘traditions’. The history of this state is no longer a concern of ours and has escaped during the schooling of our youth. These traditions and laws never happen to be questioned; though perhaps questions aren’t as horrible as society views them. The predicament we live in stems from these rules yet nobody actually understands them anymore. Perhaps one day, far far away, there shall live a group willing to rise above us to attack our problems hands on and fight for the freedom of all. At least… our hearts still carry this seemingly impossible hope.

    …

    “Damn it, hurry up. They’re gonna be here in an hour if not sooner,” I screamed full of panic. I knew that we didn’t have time to waste. Between gathering supplies and trying to hide information it would be much easier just to stay here, but I still lacked the ability to even fight a peme. Of course, in fights, I had plenty of experience using a sword, but not even the most able swords master would ever hold up against a squad of elites, let alone have the ability to defeat them. It would be sheer suicide to stay here, but based on our speed at the moment a battle could be inevitable. Options were running tight and the seconds just kept flying past me like a swirling bullet.

    “Hey… hello in there?” Aiden stopped trying to wake me. Opps, my thoughts always led my mind to distant worlds. “And you yell at us for slacking.”

    “Yeah, yeah. Please just get to the point, I’m not in the mood at the moment.” Sometimes Aiden had a real knack for getting on others nerves. Yet, he could always lighten the mood, if he wished to. Somehow I just relaxed more when he’s near by.

    “Well… I’m not sure…,” he said taunting me with anticipation. Shrugging his shoulders he turned to walk away.

    “Just freakin’ spit it out.” I couldn’t stand his games, at least not at the moment. Waiting for a reply, I saw his stern, dark look. I knew that I needed to calm down and that he didn’t appreciate my outburst. It was hard for me to admit fault but he always forced me to give in without even making a comment. He always got his way, something in his eyes made him powerful, too powerful. “I’m sorry; would you please finish what you were going to say?”

    “We’ve managed to get almost everything packed. But of course we can’t bring everything. I personally went through and made sure every last trace was destroyed. The only hints left will be false accusations. I guess if we have to leave we’re ready. I still can’t stand the idea though.”
    With my mind wandering again, I ended up missing half of his last sentence. But that didn’t concern me now. Over the worries of my friends and the thunder outside, I could hear the first approaches of our enemies. Time was gone and I had to make the choice, either to run or try fighting, and both options could easily end in death.