"Please, go on," I encouraged.
"Sadly, Sprite Harbor was a place where daughters were treated as mere commodities, but not by the residents themselves. It was a strange situation where families mostly had daughters, while sons were a rarity. Once these daughters turned 10, they would be taken away and never seen again.
Then, one fateful day, an officer and his army invaded our land. They came with their tractors, destroying our crops, and were heavily armed," he narrated.
"When my great great grandfather heard the chaos, he hurried outside. At first, nobody knew their intentions, but it soon became clear that they had discovered that my great-great-grandfather was hiding a daughter in the village.
During the argument, they noticed someone peeking from behind a curtain and immediately sent their army to capture whoever was peeking.
It was a little kid, they forcefully took the 3-year-old kid named Elijah and held a gun to his head, demanding to see the girl."
"Eventually, the girl emerged from the house, visibly pregnant. She begged for forgiveness and offered her baby in exchange for her son's life."
An agreement was struck, but she soon realized the grave mistake she had made. Determined to protect her father and son, she made the brave decision to escape deep into the jungle.
However, the journey was long, and unexpectedly, she went into labor along the way. As her newborn cried, the sound caught the attention of two passing guards
Despite her weakness, she desperately attempted to flee with her baby before the guards could catch up to them. Regrettably, she collapsed, and her elderly father tried to carry her. Nevertheless, the soldiers were quick and managed to apprehend them before they could escape.
Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a catastrophic earthquake shook the land. A massive fissure appeared, encircling our village, and the cracks continued to widen. Out of these cracks emerged a terrifying flood, with waves that seemed to reach the heavens.
After three days, the flood receded, retreating back into the cracks like a slithering snake. Astonishingly, the land remained unharmed, and there were no casualties or injuries. The most astounding revelation was that our surroundings had transformed into a river.
Witnessing this miraculous event, both guards realized they had been on the wrong side all along. They made a solemn vow to protect the villagers, acknowledging their past mistakes.
Our village vanished from people's memories and even from the map. No one came to our aid, but a few of our people took a boat and discovered that we had been relocated far away from the city.
Our elders believed this change to be for the better, and we rejoiced. However, a lingering fear persisted - the fear of being discovered and subjected to the cruelty of so-called humans.
When Elijah grew older, he disguised himself as one of the locals and ventured into the bustling city. His goal was to earn their trust, so he decided to intervene during a terrifying robbery that involved the president's son.
After gaining their confidence, he was granted access to their libraries and educational system. It was there that he immersed himself in the study of science, learning their combat techniques and survival skills. He then shared this valuable knowledge with his own people.
Thanks to him, our village underwent a remarkable transformation and became a tightly-knit community. We worked tirelessly and successfully created a device that could make anyone invisible. As a result, his students were able to replicate this device, ensuring that we were always prepared for any dire situations that might arise.
Initially, everything went according to plan. However, a curious group of individuals decided to venture out on a boat to explore the nearby city.
Among them, one person couldn't resist the temptation to touch a cat they spotted. In his excitement, he accidentally deactivated his invisibility device, unaware that someone else was watching. This caught the attention of one of their companions, who noticed the presence of an onlooker.
To protect our people, he took a drastic step and got rid of the observer by killing him. Meanwhile, the person who initially wanted to touch the cat activated his invisibility device again. Unfortunately, a woman witnessed a man being attacked by an unseen force.
This was a turning point for Sprite Harbor, once a pristine place, as corruption tainted it. It was the first time one of our own had taken a life. However, Elijah soon realized the importance of this action and intensified our training, incorporating combat skills. We knew it was only a matter of time before our existence was discovered, so we had to be prepared.
The woman who witnessed the events also noticed an empty boat leaving the shore. She quickly informed her husband, which eventually earned her a noble title. The entire country went on high alert, and fear started spreading among the people.
Then, one fateful day, we woke up to find ourselves under attack while we were asleep. A fierce battle broke out, resulting in significant loss of life on both sides. The survivors were the ones wearing the invisibility devices. However, our land was left in ruins.
We went from being a large group to just a hundred, and our means of survival completely disappeared. To obtain essential supplies, we made the decision to hide in plain sight. The people feared us, and we allowed that fear to persist. In the heart of an untouched forest, we built a sanctuary, a safe haven.
However, in my early years, our community was once again invaded by Type C, and they heartlessly massacred my people right in front of me. As a kid, it was an unimaginable ordeal that is not easily overcome. You can relate to this pain, having gone through childhood trauma yourself.
Your dad was different; he couldn't bring himself to harm us. He hid me up here on his rooftop, and ever since, I often come here. It's truly inspiring to see your strength and empowerment as a woman.
Especially in a time where you are often mistreated. I'm sorry if my words have caused any distress, but your mom seems unable to fulfill her role as a mother, maybe because of a traumatic experience." He finished saying.
"She’s always been like this, ever since I reached an age where I could understand things!” I said. “I’m sorry that you had to go through so much because of them, and I apologize for misunderstanding all of you for such a long time.” I whispered as his hand gently touched my shoulder. My eyes widened; it was fascinating to see how they had lived such different lives, even in hiding. I can only imagine the immense challenges they must have faced. We sat together in silence, or maybe he wasn’t even sitting at all or maybe he wasn’t there anymore. All I know is that he answered most of my questions. The only thing that still troubled me was a strange longing to see him, to truly know him. I knew it could potentially put him in danger, but the heart wants what it wants. “What’s your name?” I asked. “Jarred, they call me Jarred!” he replied. “I’m Zaria, Zaria Dove!” I introduced myself. And that was just the beginning; we talked for hours until I eventually fell asleep right there. T
In an instant, his struggle for breath made his body visible, leaving me speechless. I tried to hold onto him, but my mother forcefully pulled me away, causing me to fall. Suddenly, a powerful force emerged from the stairs and took him away. Desperately, I pleaded, "He might still be alive!" But a man approached and heartlessly shot him multiple times. I sat on the ground, feeling numb with tears streaming down my face. Thick handcuffs were placed around my wrists, and I lost consciousness. When I woke up, I found myself in a sterile white room surrounded by doctors. I was restrained to a stretcher with a metal bar, and my wrists were secured with cuffs. Still disoriented, my head spinning, I felt a sharp pain in my lower abdomen. I turned my head and saw Jarred's lifeless body hanging from his handcuffed hands, attached to two circular metal bars. He was only wearing ordinary shorts, stained with dried blood. Behind him, a large screen displayed incomprehensible images. Drugged a
After sobbing for hours, I somehow managed to drift off to sleep. When I finally woke up, I was startled to discover that not only were the cages open, but they were also completely empty. Ever since I arrived in this place, I had noticed a peculiar bump on the ground right in the center of my cell. Curiosity got the better of me, so I knelt down and gave it a knock. To my surprise, I realized that there was a hidden space beneath the ground. Unfortunately, I didn’t have any tools or means to dig or break through the ground, so I decided to leave it for the time being. With caution, I made my way out of the cell and soon realized that all the other cages were also empty, except for the ones housing the infected individuals. Strangely, there were no bars in sight. Suddenly, I heard the faint sound of people chattering. Intrigued, I followed the noise, which led me to a wide and spacious stairwell-like area. Each step had four cages - two on the left, two on the right, and a middle
He suddenly lunged at me, grabbing my throat and pushing me against the wall. "If you haven't noticed, I am not here to harm you! But that doesn't mean that I can't," he growled, his teeth clenched. "The wounded are more like to get infected to the virus than those who come into physical contact with an infected one. If you want to get sick, go ahead. But my orders are to keep you stable until we find a suitable match." With that, he let go of my throat. Realizing that fighting back was pointless, I gave in. As he examined the wound on my forehead, he took out a small spray bottle and applied it to my skin, causing it to itch and burn. Surprisingly, the bleeding stopped. He then handed me some syrup and flashed a smile. "You can't seriously be thinking of escaping through this heavily fortified door," he remarked, raising an eyebrow. "I'm not doing it to escape!" I locked eyes with him, determination burning in my gaze. "I have a message that needs to be delivered." The realization
Amidst my tireless training, one day as Nina and I sat next to each other, she suddenly pointed out the obvious. "Your hair is getting longer!" she exclaimed. Without thinking, I absentmindedly touched my hair and replied, "I hadn't even noticed!" Our bond grew incredibly strong, almost like siblings. Even though I've never had a sister, being around her feels just as special. I think this is how it would feel like having a sister, as long as she's nothing like my mother! On the other hand, Nina is lucky to have a younger sister named Alice, whom she absolutely adores. Nina's warm-hearted nature makes me grateful to have her as a friend. It's truly amazing to have a girl with the same vibrant energy in my life. As we chatted away, I took a few more bites and suddenly felt something strange in my mouth. I reached in with my finger and thumb to take it out, but it made me gag and vomit. There was a small opening at the end of the canteen, and through it, I caught a glimpse of Enzo l
Initially, the thought of such a revolution frightened me. But now, when I get to know you, I started to question myself, isn’t tearing down this flawed system what we all truly need? We are all victims of manipulation, not just women. If you dig deeper, you’ll understand why I say that. Unfortunately, I don’t have the time to explain it all to you. What you do need to know is that the easiest way to manipulate someone is through praise, and we all crave it. But now, with a clearer vision, I see that I am one of those who has been manipulated. I take full responsibility for my part in perpetuating this cycle. Despite how incredibly annoying you’ve been, I feel honored to make this announcement. In the upcoming tournament, I have decided to let you win. Not because you are incapable of winning on your own, but because they have done far worse and they have the power to make you lose, and because your victory is crucial in this situation.” He approached me closely and locked eyes wit
Alice, who had been watching everything from her cage, came up to us with a curious look in her eyes. "Why do they let us out of our cages?" she asked innocently, wanting answers. I reached out my hand toward her, and she willingly came closer. As I held her hand, a smile appeared on my face. "Do you see that?" I pointed to the small panel next to the door. "They communicate with us through that. Just before inspection, we're told to go back inside for five minutes. After that, they lock us in to make sure we don't try to escape." I explained to her. "Have you ever tried to escape?" she asked. "No, I haven't," I replied with a smile. "My dad always told me that I'm her lion. Lions don't run away, they fight." Curiosity filled her eyes as she questioned, "Where is your dad?" Instead of answering, a single tear rolled down my cheek. Sensing my sadness, she gently my wiped tear away. "It's okay, I know how it feels. When they took me away from my home, I heard a gunshot," she said s
To my surprise, her hand held a paper with a doodle on it. In the middle of the page, there was a simple stick figure, while behind it was a doodle of a towering building. In front of the figure, there was a captivating formation resembling an inverted mountain. It appeared as if the stick figure was leaping towards the inverted mountain. Out of the blue, two women entered the room, dressed in elegant silk gowns. Their long, red curls flowed down their backs, and their flawless, milky white skin seemed almost otherworldly. But what caught my attention were the blindfolds tightly wrapped around their eyes. Each woman held a bag in her hands, adding an aura of mystery to their presence. They reached out their hands towards me, and I took hold of them as they guided me out of the prison. As we made our way towards freedom, I couldn’t resist stealing one final glance at the prison, filled with numerous faces peering through the bars, their hopes resting on my triumph. When the women