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September 21, 2020

September 21,2020

II
“I remember I had gotten up early because of hunger. Food was hard to come by because the Watchers liked to bomb gardens and stores. Keep us hungry and weak, feed us occasionally so we were dependent on them and not the government who couldn’t control the suburbs the way they controlled the larger cities. The night before the sound of explosions had been inescapable. As if our enemies were raining down fire and death. I hadn’t expected to make it to the morning and had dozed fitfully off and on all night not really sleeping. My home at the time was a converted condominium. A gated community with duplex units which in better times had been sought after for its proximity to the city and privacy. It had two bedrooms, but the main living area had been transformed into a bunker. 18 of us shared it. One shower, two toilets. A tiny kitchen and eating area that always felt claustrophobic because there were so many of us. That morning, I ate my morning ration and went outside to check the snares. I missed meat, craved it. Missed being able to run out to the store and pick up a steak to throw on the grill. Missed the smell of bacon and coffee in the morning. The traps were empty as the small animals had learned quickly that humans no longer ignored them. I walked the entire perimeter of our space, hoping to find something when I saw them.”
“Craters the size of small cars encircled our community, at least a dozen, and before I’d realized what I was doing I’d moved to the closest one. Curiosity sustained me on the short climb up and over the ledge formed by the impact. I peered down to see what, if anything lay at the bottom and saw the egg. A shimmering blue-green pod about the size of a VW beetle. Smoke rose from the edges, and it looked smooth, almost like glass. It called to me, not audibly. I don’t remember hearing anything really. It was almost as if someone shut off all sound the moment I climbed over the lip of the crater and laid eyes on it. In the heavy silence of early morning, only the slight hiss of steam greeted me as I moved towards it, unable to stop myself. The closer I got, the stronger the pull, a low incessant throb. A pulse that said come. I placed one hand against it and something like a shockwave flowed over me. Like a jolt of electricity, I could feel everything and nothing at once. I could feel the blood flowing through my veins and the oxygen moving through my lungs. I don’t know if I made a sound, but I could hear a roaring in my ears and felt hands on me. Large, long fingered hands that pulled me closer and a soundless voice hissing my name “Megeen,” over and over like a chant. Then I felt nothing at all.”
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September 8, 2020

September 8, 2020

Tune in here every other week to read the next installment of the dragon's heart series.

Part I- Beginnings

“The wars ended the day they landed, but no one realized it at the time. Especially not me, although in retrospect I think some part of me knew that I at least wouldn’t be the same the moment I laid eyes on my Kin.” I looked down at the woman cowering at my feet and smiled. “But I am getting ahead of myself I suppose. You likely need to hear whole of it in order, not just the end. Or the beginning, I am not sure what to call it because it was both you see. Whichever you choose the date was 5 years ago on July 4th.”
“There were no fireworks that day, unless you count pipe bombs and grenades. They went off with such frequency that you got used to it. Used to the boom, the clatter of debris, the wails of the injured. America was at war with itself and everyone else. Half the country lay in ruins and people like me well, people like who I was then, survived by staying off the streets and away from the Watchers. You know, they named themselves that, ‘the Watchers.’ The vigilantes who rose up after the first bombs dropped in an effort to overthrow the government. What they thought to accomplish no one knew, but their actions prompted the government to proclaim martial law and people started to disappear. Not like the early pogroms against the so-called illegal aliens where they rounded up thousands and left them to die in desert tent cities. This was soldiers descending on cities and pulling people from their homes, day in and day out. Shooting anyone who resisted, beating anyone who complained. Silencing protest in the most extreme way possible and the Watchers tried to stop them. The entire world was in chaos, so it was only natural that the Hesperon would step in and save us from ourselves.” I closed my eyes a moment, memories overwhelming me. The woman said nothing, and I wondered if the brutality of her capture had scarred her too much for what lay ahead.
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Published on September 08, 2020 07:56 Tags: freeserial-ktseto