It was still dark, but Ziel could see the Sun braking dawn, she survived the night. But what now? She was all alone, without any proper gear, rations or any weapons for that matter. ‘I am completely defenseless!’ and similar thoughts were going through her head. She knew she had to get to safety. ‘Maybe it is good that nobody knows me, I can blend in more easily.’, though she was thinking that, deep down she knew she was unable to blend in anywhere. She was terrified, but she had to move or someone, or something, will find her. She looked around for road signs, and the only she could find next to the road was a small piece of plank attached to a post reading: O.O. →, N. O.↓, Barthnew ↑, Sacila←. She wasn’t familiar with any of these names and she had no idea where to go, or how far any of these settlements are for that matter.
Wherever you turn, wherever you look, whatever you listen to, hell even your toilet paper contains sexually explicit material. And then people wonder why everyone is going round looking for magazine and movies containing nudity. We live in a society that has a love-hate relationship with sex, we are sheltered from its evil influence and told that sexual activities before marriage can shatter the very core of the solar system! Such heinous acts are condemned and we shall burn in hell forever even if we just think about kissing someone, let alone kissing someone of the same gender.
Privacy is defined as a noun, a state in which one is not observed or disturbed by other people. Being alone without anyone knowing what you might be doing in your room. Perhaps you are scheming to build a small nuclear warhead to tease a neighboring country because their news network is badmouthing your elementary school, seems possible, doesn’t it? Oh, you think it’s impossible to build one out of ordinary household items? Well in that case, why in the Nine Hells would anyone check on me whether I am building one? And for your information, I am building a hydrogen bomb out of bottle caps, a squirrel and a broken toilet seat, yeah I went full MacGyver, what are you going to do now non-spying government?
Ziel took the cup, and took a nice long sip, the tea was relaxing, just what she needed the most. Ferwyn said nothing, he knew what was going on, and he knew why she was upset, he wanted her to blow off some steam before she learns of her origin and her powers. After longs moments of silence, Ferwyn finally decided to break the ice. “Ziel, I need to tell you something very important. Something, that will explain why everything happened as it did so far. Please, you must understand, that we did all of this as a precaution, to protect you. Your parents…”, Ziel suddenly lifted her tilted head and her eyes widened with excitement. “You knew my parents? What were they like?”, Ferwyn smiled kindly, “They were kind people. And you have to understand they did everything for you. They would be very proud of you.” Ziel started crying, but these were tears of joy, after so long, she finally learned something of her parents. “Please, tell me, what happened to them! Were they… were they killed?”, the smile on Ferwyn’s face disappeared. The thoughts ‘I knew it! I knew they didn’t just abandon me!’ were rushin through Ziel’s mind, she was relieved and furious at the same time. ‘Who could have done this? And why? What did my parents do?’ Ziel started feeling odd. She had a kind of static feeling on her skin. Her hands suddenly felt really warm, she got scared.
You open your wee little eyes to the rays of morning sunshine dancing vividly on your eyelids and with a great smile you chase the remainder of your dreams away, you stretch while making wild animals noises and you know, no, you feel it is going to be a wonderful day. As you get up and start making your breakfast, the phone rings, an unknown number, well might as well answer it, “Hi, is this Steve?”, you let out a polite ‘no’, hang up and carry on. But wait! The phone rings again, the same thing, same answer. BUT WAIT! It rings again! The same bloody person asking the same bloody question, the same bloody answer! BUT HOLD ON A FRICKING MINUTE, it rings again. Then you ask that person if he is deaf so he can’t see that he keeps dialing the same number over and over and over and over again? What a way to ruin the morning.
