Chapter II - Advanced.
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Atypical day in space. No sunlight — sunsets, as the sun disappeared into the horizons beautiful colours sparking the sky nor sunrise. Not even the beautiful night sky full of sparkling stars, and that stunning goddes, the moon — just a hollow vast shelter of darkness, barely able to tell day from night or the next day.
As it being the first month out of the comfort of their atmosphere — the lively blessings they once knew, not that they did it on purpose but they held nothing to go back to — no oxygen, gravity and most certainly a stable environment.
Tapping her index finger against the sealed shut window — barely even worth the name, as it at all did not qualify with its tiny frame and lack of ventilation — not at all how she remembered it back home.
The cramped up room with grey walls were not anything like her spacious room on earth, no more purple walls, a large bed in the middle of the room — nothing at all just a different scene.
The small single bed pushed way back to the wall, placed in place with the thick metal base where the mattress rested. The small framed closet right in front of the bed and to its right the door that lead to her bathroom — small as well.
She wasn’t stupid, that was for certain despite being eight she knew they would not go back and no matter how much her mother told her — it wasn’t going to be alright.
Sighing she took her tiny frame away from the window. Her tiny feet dangling at the edge before she pushed herself off her bed, letting her feet hit the cold metal floor — the overly sized blue shirt flowing down to her thighs hiding the small black short she wore.
Taking small steps from her bed she stood before the metal door, another step and the door slide open exposing the narrow hallway.
Along the path doors stood left and right, it wasn’t a typically big sector just large enough to hold a bunch of people such as the other four sectors.
Passing the door she stood in the empty silent hall, walking further away from her room she wrapped her arms around herself rather afraid.
Arriving at her mother’s room just two rooms after hers, she peeped inside once the door opened. But her bed neat and untouched and the bathroom light was out.
Sighing she continued walking down the hallway untill she reached the bigger metal door, sort of a gate to their sector.
Her tiny feet hit the cold floor again this time to a larger hallway — way spacious. Remembering where her mother always spent her time she quietly walked in that direction passing each sector.
Approaching the metal with big written words — training room — above the door.
Watching her mother knocked her opponent off the feet she tilted her head to side trying to understand — learn.
Sweat dripping from her forehead as she pushed herself off the mat, so did the opponent. Rushing towards her with their full speed, yet again a total fail — dodging the fist she grabbed their left arm bending it to their back, with her right leg she swiped them off their feet again.
Laying the opponent face down she smirked, letting out a groaned in pain they hit their free hand against the mat patting in defeat.
“Better luck next time.” she spoke freeing their arm. Walking away from the panting colleague she smirked.
Her mother had her back turned on her while she faced her colleagues, until them the man who handed her the towel spotted the child.
“Ma’am..” he mumbled while his index finger was held out towards the child.
Following his finger she locked eyes with those green orbs and that tiny person. Throwing the towel at the man she walked over to her daughter, kneeling to her height the woman smiled.
“Hey sweety.”
Watching her mother smile made her smile as well, she enjoyed her mother’s presence — and was she a spitting image of the woman. The dark blonde hair that, the beautiful green eyes and her mother’s pale skin complexion — an exact replica.
“Mommy I can’t sleep.” she pouted staring into her mother’s eyes. That earned a slight frown from her mother, placing a strand of her hair behind her ear she asked. “Nightmares?”
The small child shook her head quickly not wanting her mother to worry. “I’m not tired.” she said staring at her feet — the floor was making her feet cold.
“Okay...” she mumbled. Placing her hands on both her daughter’s shoulders, she sighed. “But mommy is busy here and I’m afraid I can not sing you to sleep today baby.”
It hurt — most certainly did but what could she just then just sadly smile. “I understand.” she accepted fighting the urge to cry.
“That’s my little girl!” the woman said cheerily messing up her hair a wide smile on her face.
“Why are you fighting. You told me never to fight?” she whispered after her mother’s hand left her head.
Staring at her colleagues over her shoulder she sighed, then turned back to her daughter with a hopeful smile. “We are just training.”
“Why?”
“Because..” she began speaking, her hands resting on her tiny shoulders. “We have to survive.”
“From what?” A curious little girl she surely was, always asking question after question.
“War my girl.” the woman embraced her in a hug patting her small back lightly. “It’s coming.” she whispered.
War. That word left her small self a bit confused — who were they up against and why. Letting her mother hug she let her tiny arms slip around her mother’s neck — just hugging her back, the future wasn’t for her to worry about yet.
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