formed, my nation was part of their claimed western territory. They sent soldiers to our capital to force our government to join. When the government refused, the alliance troops invaded and took over. We, and when I say we I mean my great grandparents, fought against the troops and though they prolonged the takeover it was only a matter of time. As more and more citizens were slaughtered the people decided fighting against the future was no longer worth it. My grandparents never had the chance to learn that lesson.
By the time my parents had me the alliance government had forced all its citizens to enlist to fight against the federation. Refusing to fight for the side that killed their parents they fled, but they did not take me with them.
I grew up as an orphan and was ostracized as a child because of my parent’s desertion. Many accused them of joining the federation, calling them traitors. Though I learned the truth of their past I could not forgive them for what they did. Perhaps that is why I had no issue in joining the military. I always needed a reason for what I did and I always found one.
I stretched my hand out desperately trying to reach Clara. Though I still could not make out her face I could feel it was her. There was an energy shining off of her body. It was just as bright as the light surrounding me, but it was soft and comforting.
Just as my finger tips reached hers she turned and walked forward disappearing into the light. I ran forward desperate to follow her. A fear came over me as I believed my only chance to be with her was slipping away. Like a lost child, I had to find her and threw myself into the light.
Again there was a sensation that ran though me. This one was different. While I had accepted that I had died what I had not considered was what the afterlife would in tale. I had never been a dreamer. Even my thoughts of Clara after her death were grounded in reality. I may have wished to see her again, but I never expected it. It was the same with death. I knew it would come and there would be something next, but what that “next” would be was never defined within my mind.
I felt as if my forward progress had come to a stop. The blinding white light surrounding me intensified. When I watched Clara in the restaurant I felt as if I still had a physical body. It was not until my younger self passed through me that I realized I was nothing more than a spirit. However, the light that coursed through me felt warm as if I had skin and vibrated through me as if energizing me with its power.
It felt as if I was hanging in space being scanned before being allowed entry. The ground beneath me was gone and I could do nothing but wait. It felt like an eternity, though I had no concept of time I knew it could not have been more than a few seconds. To me, being so close to the only woman I ever loved and to have her turn away at the last moment was torture. I was frustrated by whatever was happening to me and wanted it to end so I could find her.
Slowly the vibrating came to a stop and abruptly I fell to the ground. It was then that it all came back to me. I could feel the warmth of the sun of my back and grass beneath me. What I did not realize was that I had closed my eyes. I opened them to see the tall blades of grass and the earth beneath them. The smell was wonderful. A surge of energy coursed through my body. I felt as if I was reborn to the prime of my life.
I stood to one knee and was taken aback by the sight before me. A lush green landscape stretched out in all directions as far as I could see. The lands dipped into deep green valleys and rose up into dandelion covered hills. Behind me was a large river that went on forever, disappearing into the far distance. Its color was a clear ocean blue I had only seen in an artist’s rendition. The sky above was filled with slowly moving clouds bright and as fluffy as cotton. The sun shined down providing a soft but brilliant light that was
Christa Faust, Gabriel Hunt