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Post by Aurora Blake on Feb 20, 2016 19:14:29 GMT
It’s been roughly a year since Aurora Blake had dared to take an almost desperate step. She was about to be floated. In a moment she could not even fully recall anymore, she took one of those small cargo pods and made her way to earth. They were thought to be unable to make the journey, sure to be burned up in the atmosphere, but even that sounded more appealing to her as it meant she had control over what was happening to her. And she liked control over what was happening. She wanted the choice of her death. Death never came. She was injured, but she healed. And she survived. She hunted and adapted and eventually found a place for herself in a small trading village close to the border of Azgeda. She learned Trigedasleng there, got clothes, food and a purpose. Helping to keep the village running was wonderful. And at night she would look up, hoping her kids would be okay, hoping those she cared about would be okay.
She missed the dropship, but she heard of sky people. Aurora couldn’t leave yet, but the moment she saw the Ark – the entire huge Ark – come crashing down, she knew she had to leave. The mother packed up her belongings and left towards where she suspected the Ark. She found people before she could the place. For the first days, she watched them from a distance, trying to assess the situation, trying to see her children, but she found Marcus, her ex. She followed him silently, trying to muster up the courage to show herself. The decision was taken out of her hand when she heard it, felt it, the change in the area, a familiar threat coming straight at them, probably.
“Marcus!” Aurora called out, blade raised as she approached the Arkers and especially Marucs. She needed to get them to move, otherwise their blood would color the forest soon.
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