Prologue: The New World

Sept 27th 1998. It came like a thief in the night, unseen, slipping silently into the atmosphere. That was the night everything changed, or so I was told. I was being born that night. They say the flares were unprecedented and unexpected. The sun was supposed to have been going through a quieter cycle. Of course, that didn’t stop the tremendous catastrophes that followed.

 

The flares were like a giant electromagnetic pulse, that the earth’s natural magnetic field was simply unable to stop. Everything electric fried in an instant. Of course, this had much more far reaching effects than a simple power outage. I mean, seriously, from the history I’ve read, what didn’t run on power? Let’s see. Gas pumps? Electric. Water pumps? Electric. Mass worldwide communication? Electric. I could go on, but let’s face it, it was all working off the gloriousness that was, electricity. If I had to sum it up it would be like this. Modern man was suddenly thrust into the Stone Age in the blink of an eye.

 

That wasn’t even the worst of it. The charged plasma wave that followed hours later burst through the weakened ozone like a tidal wave. It came as an angel of death to mankind; indiscriminately it played its hand across the world. No one is really sure how many died that day, or in the days that followed; though they do say that the bodies of man and animal covered the streets, and the older folk say the stench was something from a nightmare.

 

Those that survived the first few weeks however, soon came to realize that those that passed were the fortunate ones. Every government fell into disarray with no way to communicate with the masses. Worse, without transportation how do you feed the masses? They were without tractors to harvest the mass commercialized farms, long gone were the days of sixteen oxen led by a man on a mission. Without tractor-trailers and railways and airplanes, how would they move it if they could? Lest of course we forget that without the god known to modern man as electricity, there was no way to refrigerate it. How then do you feed the masses who’s numbers had swelled to an unforeseen six billion plus?

 

Mass hysteria, global chaos, and a massive famine took its toll on man. Some were thought crazy when they said Mother Nature had come home to claim what was hers from rotten spoiled children who squandered her splendor. I’m not sure they were wrong. All told, it was what any rational person would have called the apocalypse. An estimated four and a half billion were dead within as many years. Yet, Mother Nature, who on more than one occasion saw fit to remove the worrisome presence of life from her surface, had never been faced a foe like humanity.

 

They managed despite the odds being so stacked against them, to survive. Society was being rebuilt, although it bore almost no resemblance to its glory days. Surviving populations coalesced to major urban areas, which were enlarged to include as much open terrain as could be managed for the sourcing of locally grown food and livestock. Gone were the days of mass governments and countries. Now the world was divided into small enclaves of life; each independent from the rest. From my classes on history, I would surmise that it was it was much akin to the ancient Greeks and their city-states. Only this time it was a worldwide phenomenon.

 

That is where we find ourselves today, nearly seventeen years later, in the sprawling city-state of Nashboro. Some return to modern life has been appropriated; the electricity and water are back on, petroleum fuels are a thing of the past, everything is run on hydrogen now, or by the strength of a man’s (or woman’s) back. The outlines of Nashboro are an enormous patchwork of concrete walls covering nearly a hundred square miles. Of course not all of this has been reclaimed, a second wall, around the better parts of the city exists, this one not so formidably, a choked and mangled network of chain-link fencing covered in Constantine wire. So, the world I know stands divided between the old and the new.

 

If by now, you are not like most sane folk, wishing for the bygone golden age of man. Then let the horror continue, for although life goes on, another more sinister side to my world exists beyond the assumed safety of my home. Strange things happen outside the walls they say, and even stranger creatures. Of course no one tells us what these things are or if they are even real, or simply the product of the establishments imagination to keep us fearful and secluded behind the walls. They are called, the Wylder.

 

I am Eliza Blayne. This is the world in which I find myself. And this. Well this is my story.

Chapter 1: Another Year Begins

It always happens the same way. I awake in a pool of my own cold sweat, terrified or maybe exhilarated. I’m never quite sure which. Adrenaline is coursing through me, as I sit upright; my entire body trembling. I always unsure of what the dream really was; I only remember small bits. The rest have been lost to my waking mind. Its always night. It seems neither warm nor cold. I have the sensation of running, but it’s different somehow. I smell something, and I begin to track it, energy surging through me at the thought of a chase. That’s when I lost it.

                       

With an almost inaudible groan, I looked at the clock. Nearly 6 am. It was almost time to get up, and I figured I could deal with a hot shower to wash away the lingering sensations of the dream. I slipped from beneath the comforting warmth of my bedspread. I stripped the flannel nightgown, tossing it lightly into the corner hamper. Fifteen glorious minutes of steamy exaltation later, I was clean, awake and feeling refreshed; the remnants of the dream fading like the sweat washed from my body. I stood before the large vanity of the bathroom, brushed my teeth and began to brush the kinks from my hair as I looked at myself in the mirror. I grimaced, as if the mint-flavored paste had left a bad taste in my mouth. I’ve never considered myself attractive, in the last year or two though, I had noticed the increased attention of the guys in my class. I was short. That might be the understatement of the century in my opinion since I stood just less than five feet. Petite some would say. To skinny I thought. Add that to the fact that I was less busty then other girls my age, and I just couldn’t see what they found so attractive. My hair was long, a few inches past shoulder length, and very chestnut brown; coupled with smooth high cheekbones, a narrow pert nose, and full pale pink lips that matched my tanned complexion. I always gravitated to my eyes however. I think I read once that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Mine were striking, at least in my estimation. Deep forest green in the middle of summer was the best way I could describe them. The color faded inward lightening to an almost translucent sea-foam green with the faintest flecks of a pale yellow mixed in. I applied what little makeup I allowed myself to wear, just a little eye shadow and eyeliner to accentuate my eyes.

 

I sighed a little and retreated back to the dark confines of my room; pulled out the crisp new uniform that all students wore. Bleep Bleep Bleep, the alarm on my desk sounded, startling me. I turned it off and pulled on my panties and bra. With disgust, I inspected my clothes; plain tan khakis and a white blouse, the same for everyone. This year I was starting at the Academy. It was a centralized school for all the youths of my respective age. It was also the most important year of schooling in our young lives. This year we would take an exhaustive plethora of general studies classes that would culminate in a placement exam at years end. This test would decide which profession we would be thrust into, Next year we would begin training in whatever field we were placed and be expected to become a contributing member of society. I was dreading it, but on the bright side, I could move away from home.

 

I pulled my still damp hair into a loose ponytail and headed downstairs. Breakfast was a generally boring routine, that most of the time I wish I could skip out on, but my mother would have had a fit if I had tried. I plopped down at the table to a hot plate; eggs and sausage with gravy and biscuits. At least it was something good I thought to myself. I sat in a stark silence; my father was gone to work already, as was usually the case. He was an engineer for the city. My mother would be leaving for her nursing job soon enough as well, and I would be left to my own devices, which on this particular day involved catching a bus to the academy.

 

The bus was monstrous, designed only for utility; a long construct with a double row of bench seats. As I boarded with a group of first years that lived in my complex, I noticed that the bus was almost empty. With disinterest, I ignored the others and picked a seat alone, content to be left in seclusion. Of course, I knew my privacy would not last; soon my two best friends would join me. Camiella came first, but we called her Cami for short. She dropped into the seat next to me while I stared out the window. I smiled as I looked over at her; she was everything that I wasn’t. Taller than me at around five and a half feet, chesty, blond, with blue eyes and a bubbly personality. She was the poster child of hotness that all the guys wanted. Unfortunately for them, she only had eyes for one guy. The bus halted at the next stop, and speak of the devil, our third wheel boarded, Dhamon. He was tall, right at six feet. Though he had gained most of his height in only the last year during a spurt of growth. Brown hair hung loosely just down to his ears with an almost identically colored set of puppy dog eyes to match. He was carefree and not oblivious to the pining of Cami for his heart. There was only one problem; Dhamon was in love with me. We all three knew the score on this but it was never spoken of. We had been friends for so long that none of us wished to jeopardize our friendship with the trappings of young love. Besides, I wasn’t in love with Dhamon. Yeah, he’s cute, but he is more like brother or a goofy cousin then boyfriend material.

 

The trip to The Academy was spent catching up on what little gossip we had, which wasn’t a lot. We stayed closely in touch during the summer months, so there wasn’t a lot to talk about. I think though, that mostly we were nervous about the new school. The Academy was housed in a complex that had been converted from the old world. The older citizens still around, claimed that once upon a time it was a large mall, filled with more shops than they could count; now it was the central school for career placement for young adults coming of age. The headquarters for the Nashboro ruling party was located adjacent in what was, I have been told, a remodeled hotel from years ago. Each year a new group of students would come here, to begin their general studies, then take the placement test that would decided their fate and the next three years of school for them, before they would be expected to take their place in society and contribute as an adult.

 

I was in awe, as our bus pulled into a massive parking area. Already dozens of buses had arrived, depositing their young cargo off. We were directed, by an enthusiastic young teacher’s aide to a massive auditorium. The room was already filling with a huge throng of new students, all wearing the same dull gray drab. I felt out of place, even with my friends near me. Looking around, I did notice that I recognized some of the students, but by and large most were foreign to me. We took seats together, somewhere near the middle of the room and waited in anxious silence. We weren’t made to wait very long. Soon the lights dimmed, causing an eerie silence to fall over the room. A light passed overhead and a large screen came to life. Sound reverberated throughout the chamber. It was nothing more than a simple introductory video to being a new student at the school; graphics depicting the layout of the grounds, off limit areas, fingerprint identification for our schedules. All the boring prolific things that would make the start of a new year go more smoothly.

 

I sighed as I listened. I had never much cared for the strictly controlled learning environment, which the ruling party had instituted. I much preferred the freedom of the outdoors; the grass, tree’s, sky and all living things. This place, much as it always had, seemed a little too mechanical to me, to unnatural. After nearly two full hours, the assembly ended, and we all proceeded in long lines to the machines that would take our prints, check them against the cities files, and print out our schedules for the year ahead. Soon, but not as soon as I would have liked, it was my turn. I quickly placed my hand on the screen as it bleeped at me. With an electronic whirl, a small slip holding my itinerary was deposited into my waiting hand.   It was a disaster; I had almost no classes with my friends. Only my first class with Dhamon, and my very last class with Cami, I was not pleased with the situation. Cami made out like a bandit, or at least I assumed she thought so. She had two classes with Dhamon and would get to schmooze with him much more during the day. I retrieved my books from the repository and made my way to the locker I had been assigned. I smiled to a young Asian girl standing nearby as I crammed my locker with the books I didn’t presently have need of. Having secured my things, I truly began my day.

 

Cami and I passed notes during our first class; we paid little attention to the teacher as she rattled on with her own “mini” orientation, which was no more interesting than the one we had already received. I participated only half-heartedly as Cami pointed out which of the boys she thought were cute. I felt for some reason, as if she did this only to try to sublimate her desire to have Dhamon.

 

So, my day progressed thus, intermittent trips to my locker, followed by each teacher’s rendition of their particular curriculum. Everyone had the same seven classes I soon learned: Math, Science, Biology, Physical Education, Medical, Technology, and Construction.

 

Finally, came time for lunch, and I must say I was impressed, albeit only a little at the vast scope of the machinations that fed us. Endless lines of students carrying trays moved in slow procession through the galley of buffet food offered for our enjoyment. Maybe enjoy was a strong word, as the food was healthy, if a bit on the bland side. I filled my tray with what I thought might be the most appetizing and spent the next five minutes trying to locate my friends. Together we made our way to a vacant table and sat down. Of course Cami began ranting on and on about her classes, and surprise surprise, the boys in them. I on the other hand was sullen, poking at my food. Dhamon conversed with Cami a bit before breaking through my fog.

 

“Have you noticed how many enforcers there are here?” He asked, lowering his tone to almost a whisper.

 

I actually hadn’t I thought to myself as I peered around the cafeteria. Enforcers were a daily part of our lives, they were anywhere and everywhere at all times it seemed. I never really noticed them. They were here to protect us from the Wylder, and as I’ve never seen one, I’ve never really had much cause to notice the enforcers either. “You’re right Dhamon. There are a lot of them.” There was, I mused, in fact more than I had ever seen gathered in one place. “Maybe they are more worried about an attack on this place than elsewhere?” I volunteered for his benefit. Since I had never seen a Wylder, sometimes I just assumed that it was simply a scary fairy tale made up by the powers that be to keep us complacent and inside the boundaries of society.

 

“Maybe.” He returned, sounding a little down, as if he expected me to have some genius idea on why they were here.

 

“Does anyone know what this place used to be?” Cami chirped, breaking through the dour atmosphere with her bubbly exuberance.

 

“I heard it used to be a prison before the collapse.” Dhamon said, perking up immediately.

 

I rolled my eyes; of course, he would think it was something dark like that. I swear sometimes I think he is morbid on purpose. “Then why would the grounds be so open? Where are the bars? The cells?” I asked. “No, One of the older citizens told me once that it was a grand mall, a place of commerce for the buying and selling of more things than you could ever imagine. All wrapped up neatly in one place.” I added.

 

All our speculations were ended by the harshness of a loud bell, signaling the end of lunch. We disposed of our trays quietly before moving along to our next classes. Physical Education was next, and consisted of, much to my chagrin, an unending amount of exercise. Once I had forced my way through that class, the rest of the day passed in a dazed, blur before I found myself once again on the bus towards home.

Chapter 2: The Old World

Now that school was finished for the day, I found myself with an afternoon free to pursue the one thing I found more interesting than anything else. It is what the youth had come to call Ghosting, exploring the ruins of the old world. I donned an old set of the same dull gray colored pants and shirt that I was accustomed to and grabbed a bottle of water before heading out. I grabbed my bike from the side of the house and rode a few miles north of my home in Mads. Here I came to the edge of the proper part of our society. A chain link fence, twelve feet high and covered in constantine wire separated us from the parts of the countryside we were still reclaiming. This was the temporary moveable border; Every year it was moved further out, as we reclaimed more of the world that had been devastated. Further, out some distance unknown to me was the concrete barrier that separated us from the outside. I slowed my pace, glancing around. Of course, no one was around, open patrols were uncommon here, but it never hurt to check. I dumped my bike in a small grove of trees near the side of the street, and traveled silently to a worn down section of the fence. I pulled up a loose part and slid myself underneath.

 

I suppose that is why we call it ghosting. It’s eerie, being in the old world. The ruins of life so near to our present but lost. It makes one feel like a ghost of the past. I found it oddly comforting to wander in the desolation. I moved along the concrete jungle, listening to the sounds of life as it continued its work in taking back from man what he had in fervor built up over her. Of course, this many years later, nature was on the winning side. It was impossible not to notice as I walked through the dirty shadowed streets, long bereft of the touch of humans. Tufts of grass broke through cracks in the poured stone. These spots stood out as vivid patches in the dull gray landscape. Long vines of ivy stretched forth like grasping fingers, tearing at the remains of walls, felling them from their heights of glory.

 

I turned, strolling down a narrow alley between two dilapidated buildings; the old world didn’t make me nervous in the slightest. I wasn’t even sure why the fence was there; I’ve never seen anything more dangerous than an errant squirrel. Though on occasion, as I’ve wandered for to long and let evening descend on me before heading for home, I have heard the baying of some creature echo through the air. I’m not sure what it was, a wild dog or coyote perhaps, maybe even something as vicious as a wolf, and regardless the sound would send chills through my body uncontrollably. I spent at least an hour, maybe two wandering the vacant streets, admiring mans ability to manipulate their environment and the remnants left behind. The fallen signs, broken, laying scattered in oddly painted lots, wheeled carts, upturned at weird angles, the decaying husks of mass conveyance littering the streets, alongside corpulent buildings, small chunks breaking away in a light breeze with their smashed windows, bits of glass littering the area, glinting in the afternoon sun like a myriad of small rainbows amongst the green and gray. It seemed almost otherworldly to me, I guess that’s why they called it the Old World.

 

Soon I came upon my favorite haunt. It was a larger building; tucked on its side were a series of ladders, rising slowly towards to peak. Though it appeared to be quite rusted to the naked eye, I knew it was still serviceable. Slowly, with exaggerated care, I began a slow ascent to the rooftop. With trepidation, I approached the lip of the behemoth, stepped up upon the ledge, and gazed out towards the horizon in awe. Dusk was approaching, yet still a ways off. the fading angular light cast a deathly pallor over the land as I stared dumbstruck upon it from my perch. No, that is wrong I thought, it looked more as something half alive with the sun’s life, on a slowly steady march towards death. I stood, lost in the beauty, watching as the shadows slowly placed their claim on the earth. The distant baying of some mournful creature broke through my serenity and I made my way home.

Chapter 3: Wylder Days

The next day at school progressed not unlike the first. Minor lessons were giving in each respective subject. I guess they didn’t want to start off overwhelming us with work. It was all in all a rather uninteresting beginning to what I was sure was going to be a lackluster school year. Soon, though not soon enough for my liking, lunch came. Somehow, even though it was only the second day of school, Cami was already in the know about all of the happenings at school. She went on and on during the first half of lunch about who liked who, which boys were cute, which girls were on the do not date list and who was hated. To be honest though, I was really listening. My mind had drifted back to the breathtaking scenery of the rooftop from the day before. Even when Dhamon plopped down next to me with his tray of food, I barely noticed.

 

“Ugh,” Cami groaned at him as he shoveled food into his mouth noisily. “Can you be more of a slob?”

 

Dhamon grinned, his mouth still stuffed with food. “I could try if you like,” He said, allowing crumbs to fall from his ajar mouth.

 

Cami was never given the opportunity to respond to his uncouth manners. A loud slamming noise crashed through the cafeteria as all the doors slammed shut and clicked, locking. At the far end of the room, a single door remained unlocked, and a stream of enforcers began to pour through it. All of them were armed, with weapons drawn. They were scanning through the crowd of students urgently, looking for someone in particular. The student body was silent; staring at the unfolding scene in abject fear, unsure of what was going on.

 

Just then, a solitary figure stood at a table off to the side, some twenty feet away from us. She was tall, nearly six feet, definitely one of the tallest girls in our class. Her skin had a caramel color to it, with hair pulled into a neat topknot. She looked graceful, and unafraid, as if she already knew what was going on, even if no one else did. She was not mistaken, for the enforcers surrounded her, weapons leveled. After a few seconds, it came to me that I knew this girl, Gloria Hatfield. She had been in our classes for years, though we weren’t close friends, we weren’t enemies either.

 

A single enforcer stepped forward, some object in his hands, cuffs I realized soon enough. He made a move to restrain her, and all hell broke loose. Gloria let loose a guttural sound that could only be described as a roar. Shocked screams and panicked cries resounded through the room and her face contorted as if in pain before changing into something I have never seen before, and hope never to see again. I’m not quite sure what to describe it as; it almost looked animalistic, but resembled no animal I had ever seen. I am however positive that she wasn’t done with whatever she was changing into, because in that moment, the enforcers tazed her into unconsciousness. A stifled silence descended over the room as they cuffed her inert form and carried her limp body from the hall. The lockdown ceased and a calm voice played over the intercom, telling everyone to return to their normal activities. I laughed a little to myself as the message played, as if anyone could pretend this was normal. That was the day I saw what I could only assume, was a Wylder.

 

Classes resumed of course, and everyone ignored the events of the cafeteria. Even I was silent about it, though my head was racing with thoughts. It was all I could think about as I ran laps around the track during my Phys Ed class. I remembered Gloria, not overly well, but I knew her. We had lived only a few blocks from each other our entire lives that I could remember, and she was a Wylder? Was she one the whole time and just been hiding it? Was it something that happened to her recently? What did it really mean to be one? I mean we all heard the horror stories about them, but what did I know? Just that they were to be feared above all else, and they lived outside the walls. I wondered what would become of her now that the enforcers had taken her. Would she be killed? Imprisoned? Exiled? I sighed to myself as I tried to control my breathing. I just didn’t have the answers. All I had was more questions.

 

The bus ride home whirled by in a haze. Cami took advantage of my dreamlike state to flirt with Dhamon, which I candidly ignored. Once home I knocked out the light bit of homework that I had for the day, and then found myself alone with my thoughts. My parents of course were still working and wouldn’t be home for a few hours yet. I wandered aimlessly around the house. Today it seemed small, inconsequential, confining. Feeling antsy, I grabbed my things and a half hour later, once again found myself wandering the vacant lots and dead buildings of the Old World. Perhaps after the days events I was hoping to once again find the beauty and peace that seemed to come when I was here.

 

I moved listlessly through the cluttered debris of an alley, kicked a faded crumpled aluminum can along as I went. It clattered noisily, the sound echoing in my ears, but then I stopped. It wasn’t the only sound I heard. Somewhere nearby, I could hear a voice. It was muffled, unintelligible I thought to myself, but definitely there. I was kind of excited, it wasn’t often that I ran into others ghosting. I only ever had company when Dhamon or Cami accompanied me. With care, I began to quietly, painstakingly move towards where I judged the sound to be coming from. I was close soon enough, estimating that the sound was coming from a run down building to my right, a dilapidated sign reading
The Great Escape” hung above broken door.   I sidled up to the demolished entryway and peeked my head slowly around the corner to look inside, better safe than sorry I thought.

 

Inside I spied a young man. I was giddy with excitement he hadn’t noticed me. He was young, probably around my age I guessed. I had assumed he was not alone, cause he seemed to be carrying on a conversation, but upon closer inspection, it became apparent that he was merely conversing with himself, which I found a bit strange. He had a swimmers build I think, taller than me maybe around six foot even. His think light brown hair hung shaggily about his face; his skin was sun kissed with a tan and had a smooth complexion to it. He wore the same dull gray uniform that was pervasive throughout the city.

 

I was perplexed as to what he was doing out here in the old world. He appeared to be scavenging amongst the ruins, tearing loose bits of wiring as he complained aloud. He must be doing a project for school I mused, thinking him to be a student in a later grade than myself. I watched him in silence; pondering, amused when suddenly it struck me. This young man was no student. His clothes, though the same, were to dull, faded, perhaps even a bit dirty. His hair wild and unkempt, his mutterings to uncultured and harsh to have seen much formal education. Only one single word came to mind, Wylder.

 

The thought came unbidden and caused me to gasp unconsciously. He must have heard the singular sound. He stopped his rummaging and crooked his head slightly, looking in my direction. I ducked back behind the wall, hoping for all I was worth that he hadn’t seen me. I closed my eyes while holding my breath, surely he would think it was a squirrel I thought for a moment, only to have the idea interrupted by a light baritone voice.

 

“Who are you? I don’t recognize you.” He stated matter-of-factly as I stood there dumbfounded, unsure of what to say. A slight tremble ran through me, and I noticed I was still holding my breath. Silly me right? I opened my eyes to see him standing right in front of me. A million questions tumbled within the confines of my mind. Yet, none of them seemed to be willing to force my lips apart. Even my fight or flight instinct seemed to have taken its leave and I gazed at him as if confused. I was in that moment, a creature caught, prey if he so chose. His eyes were penetrating, as if looking deep within me, to the dark places hidden in my soul. Those eyes, an odd mixture of the faintest light brown mixed with sparkling emerald flecks. They were captivating; the unusual mix had a shimmering quality that I had never seen before.

 

He leaned in a bit closer, I think he was confused by my lack of response; or maybe it was the dreamy look on my face. That’s when things got really odd if they weren’t already. In that instant, his nose crinkled as he sniffed me. Something about his unusual behavior relinquished its hold on my sense. With embellished indignance, I gave him a shove. “What the hell?” I exclaimed, trying to decide if I was disturbed or intrigued, “Did you just sniff me? Do I stink or something?” My sudden shove or high-pitched voice must have surprised him, at least I assumed as much given the perplexed expression on his face as he cocked his head to the side. To my astonishment, he took another deep breath, never uttering a word as he stared at me.

 

He gave a shake of his head, causing his loose hair to flip about his face. In one smooth motion he slipped his other arm through the straps of his pack. He paused, giving me one last look before dashing off northward, away from civilization. I knew for sure then that he was Wylder. I’ve never seen anyone move with such grace or speed. Even once he had vanished into the ruins, lost to my sight, I stood at a loss for words. The empty horizon had me wondering if it had all been a fancy of my imagination. Once I had shaken the thoughts from my mind and turned for home, having had my excitement for the day, it suddenly occurred to me. Maybe I should have asked his name?

Chapter 4: Spilled Milk

It has been a week since my encounter with the strange Wylder boy in the Old World. Only on occasion do thoughts of it haunt my waking mind. Also, mention of the girl taken, Gloria, have become all but a thing of the past. She was simply gone, and in the week that followed, several more students had been taken. Either during classes themselves, or during our lunch reprieve, but all taken nonetheless. Just yesterday a young man, unfamiliar to me, but sporting a jagged scar along his chin was taken. He put up quite the struggle in front of everyone, single handedly knocking three enforcers unconscious before he was finally subdued. The entire situation was a bit terrifying, the wondering who was next, could it, would it be me?

 

Training had ramped up considerably in our classes. The fundamentals were being pressed upon with due diligence for all of the various professions laid out in the reconstruction plan for Nashboro. I sighed as I sat through my medical classes, all this generalized learning, just to take a test that would determine the rest of my life. It hardly seemed fair. What if I didn’t like my chosen career? What if I was bad at it? So many what ifs and no answers to be had.

 

During lunch, conversation was terse at best. The repressive atmosphere seemed to be killing everyone’s desire to talk. We ate in a hushed silence, waiting for that moment when the enforcers would burst in. I groaned and finished off the goop that passed for spaghetti. “I don’t see the point in taking this physical education class.” I murmured in a low tone to my friends, “We all know I’ll never get stuck in any enforcer profession.” Cami was more sullen than usual today, and sat silently, poking at her food without bothering to look up.

 

Dhamon on the other hand was fully opinionated. “Are you kidding? You’d make an amazing enforcer.” His tone bleeding with over exuberance, “besides, that’s prolly the best class I’ve got. It’s so easy.”

 

No sooner had the words left his mouth than Cami perked up. Glancing over at the movement, I could see the rage plainly percolating just under the surface of her blank face as she set down her milk. Wait. Where did she get milk? They never served that. I had no time to ponder the strangeness of it, as she began to berate Dhamon in a most uncouth fashion, ignoring the stares her loud voice produced. “Yeah, being an enforcer would be so great huh Dhamon?” she began. “So you can haul off people you’ve known all your life? Just like Gloria? Remember her? To god fucking knows where? So people can experiment on them or whatever it is that happen to them when they taze them unconscious and drag them unwillingly from their friends and family and everything they’ve ever known?” She was practically spitting the words at him venomously.

 

It was a side of Cami that was very rarely seen, reserved only for the most grievous situations as far as she was concerned. With a resounding huff, she picked up the small carton of milk and chucked the remains at Dhamon, clipping him in the head before stalking off in her fit. As she stormed off, I could hear a muffled retort of what Dhamon I’m sure assumed to be a witty comeback. I however paid him no attention; I was to busy watching Cami. Rather I was watching around her. I rubbed my eyes, thinking maybe I was seeing things, but no, it was still there. Around Cami, there was something flitting around, a shimmering to the air, a fluctuation. I wasn’t quite sure how to describe it, but it most certainly was moving, and fast. It seemed to dart around her, and invisible apparition. I was confused, unsure if what I was seeing was real. So caught off guard by the apparition, I found myself standing to follow and make sure she was all right. The school had other ideas, for just then the lunch bell rang, forcing me to return my tray and prepare for my next class.

 

Unfortunately for me, the next class happened to be physical education. Which as I may have mentioned, I hate. I preferred to call it combatives, because aside from the strenuous exercise at the beginning, the class was really nothing more than a trumped up foray into the world of injuring another person. I think the main thing I hated about this class, was that it followed my lunch. Doing all this crap on a full stomach didn’t sit well with me, more than once I felt myself on the verge of tossing my cookies. Still in as much of a half-assed manner as I could manage, I went through the motions. I gave myself a reminder to ask Cami what was going on with her and her strange outburst in the cafeteria. Maybe something was bugging her I thought as I punched a heavy bag.

Chapter 5: No Place Like Home

Another long dreary week had passed. Cami was still being tight lipped about whatever was bothering her, so I had let it hit the back burner for a while. Dhamon was oblivious, allowing himself to be caught up more and more with his studies. For my part, I found myself becoming more and more disinterested with learning. It seemed repetitive as the days went on. I felt much like the withering leaves as they fell from the tree leaving it bare. Like my mind was emptying, though I continued to be an unwitting, unwilling participant.

 

Feeling as I did, I relished in my free time. I continued to visit the Old World. Today, I was exploring a building unlike any I had ever seen before. The sign was mostly broken, large chunks had fallen away except for a few letters and a great cartoonish epitaph of a mouse’s head. Inside was strange. Despite the dust, mildew and overall signs of decay, I could tell right away that this had once upon a time been a place of joy and mirth. Strange contraptions littered the entire place; some were like my bicycle, meant to be ridden, in the image of cars, motorbikes and the like. Strange artificial looking guns, in outlandish colors adorned others. A worn rubber mallet stood affixed by a rope to a table covered in small holes. In the corner were several rows of wooden planked lanes, leading up to a small rise of a hill behind which numerous numbered holes had been placed.

 

Then across the way tucked into the corner, was a collection of tube-like things in the form of a maze, the winding turning paths of which culminated in a mesh enclosed put of hollow colored balls representing the entirety of the rainbow. Partitioned off to the side of the game filled arena were several long rows of benches and a stage. Barely clinging to life was a heavy purple curtain, drawn open. Skeletal robotic remains of the mouse adorning the sign outdoors stood robust on the stage holding an electric guitar. What I could only assume was his ragtag band of friends joined him on the stage.

 

I could see it all in my mind; the flashing lights, the whir of machines and the steady hum of music along with the delighted laughter of young children. It made me think of what the world was like back then, when humans could take time out to appreciate fun and enjoy life. Nowadays we were locked behind our walls, fearful of what was left in the world, hiding from that which was new or left behind. I shook my head in regret; we were doing little more than surviving.

 

I forced myself to turn away from the scene. As I made my way back outside, I knew right away that I had loitered to long within my thoughts. Dusk was already upon me, reaching out with its wraithlike fingers to take hold of the carcass of the Old World in its grasp. A sigh escaped me, I would arrive home late I knew, and questions would be asked. I always hated to lie to my parents, but they would have a conniption fit if they knew the truth.

 

As I walked at a quickened pace, my mind was racing, trying to come up with a story that would be believable enough that my parents wouldn’t question it much. I think this is the reason I got lost, I was distracted. At least this is what I told myself when I looked around and didn’t have a clue where I was. I could also blame it on the encroaching darkness. Everything always looks so different at night, it’s almost as if you’ve entered another world. With a mild groan I stopped, looking around. I was trying to get my bearings, and decide where I was when it happened. A baleful howl reverberated around me, echoing off the decaying walls of the buildings around me. Fear coursed through me instantly, rolling through my body; a thick wave, soul crushing in its certainty. The sound filled my stomach with a tepid pool of nausea, paralyzing my mind and body.

 

I spotted it almost right away, easily twice the size of the largest dog I had ever seen; not that I’ve seen many, only old pictures. Though there was only the one, I knew others were sure to be with it, a pack animal they called it. My skin crawled, hairs rising at the nape of my neck; I knew the ones I couldn’t see were watching me. Trying to ignore the fear, I forced my legs to propel me forward, despite their feeling like jelly. Based almost completely faded sunlight, I headed off towards the fence which I knew lay somewhere to the south of me. Soon however I was just trying to keep moving, without thought to the direction I was headed, a low guttural growl whispered though the darkness, a tremble rode it up my spine. Keep moving I thought, as I turned down an alley. Only halfway down it, did I look up and become mortified. I had cornered myself.

 

Ahead of me lay a rusted yet intact chain link fence, blocking the alleyway between the two buildings. I almost laughed at myself as I turned around. Almost. I backed up towards the rusted remains; the razor wire atop the fence seemed to be mocking me with a bloodied grin. Two more of the pack joined the huge one, confirming that I was indeed stuck between a rock and a hard place. I was sure that more must be nearby. The foremost, the largest, and I guessed the leader, growled in a low menacing tone. As they approached me ever so slowly, they licked their jowls in anticipation, no doubt tasting the fear with each breath. My eyes closed, wondering why I hadn’t listened to my parent’s warnings about the Old World. Now, just like the cat, curiosity was about to end me.

 

Terrified, eyes shut, nearly hyperventilating, I waited. My entire body was shaking. After several tense seconds nothing happened, and I dared to open my eyes just enough to see the pack leader spring from his crouched position, its maw of jagged fangs opened, ready, waiting. I think I screamed. I’m not really sure though. I do know that in that one instant, time seemed to slow down to a crawl. The entire scene played out like some vague faded stop motion film before my eyes.

 

The creature lunged, a deep, chesty roar echoed in my ears. A reddish brown blur, caught the large dog midair. Claws and teeth latched onto it, riding it sideways with the momentum of the collision. The two bodies struck the wall of the building, causing small bits of rock and debris to shower them. The new combatant leapt off its prey and stood between me and the other pack members. It was easily twice the size of the wild dogs, which were themselves of mutant proportions. It was definitely a cat. No, cat wasn’t the right word, this thing was far larger and deadly than the cats I had seen photos of. This thing was huge, sleek, its broad shoulder and muscles rippled with tense rage. Its dark spotted pattern started at the head in close-knit blackish brown spots, only to widen out into larger rosette-shapes along its midsection. Its ears were tucked back, with hackles raised all along its backside as it hissed and swatted an oversized paw at the remaining mutts. The beauty of the scene was not lost on me, nor was the realization that the creatures could simply be fighting over which had claim on me as a meal. I shrank back further into the corner or tried to at least. The dogs bayed loudly at the great cat before shrinking back. Their leader struggled to its feet and limped back to his uninjured comrades, before they all began to back out of the alley slowly, never taking nervous gazes from the beast that had interrupted their meal. My brain was on overload, and still I thought that the end might be at hand. I could feel the darkness closing in around me, as if someone had turned the television off and the blackness was fading into the center of the screen. The last thing I remember before the lights went out was the beast turning towards me, its head cocked to the side. It seemed familiar as I gazed into its eyes. Beautiful I thought as the shadows took me. Beautiful light brown, with flecks of emerald green that seemed to dance with one another, then, I was gone.

Chapter 6: Scents

It was still dark. I was certain of that much when I cracked my eyes open for a split second. With that sensation came the realization that I was aware, and if I was aware then I was somehow still alive. The fear and panic had left me drained, and only the flickering amber light kept me from closing my eyes and relaxing off into peaceful slumber again. I could feel the shining warmth of a fire, which must be where the light that was bothering me was coming from. The memory of green eyes flashed through my mind as I lay there half in and out of reality. Suddenly, it hit me like a bolt of lightning; all the events leading up to my blackout crashed through my mind in a rolling wave of panicked thoughts.

 

I surged to a sitting position, urgently scanning my surroundings. A fearful desperation filled me along with a twinge of disappointment in myself. It wasn’t like me to lose control of my faculties in such a way. Not only was it now well into the evening, but somehow I had made it inside a half collapsed building, in which a fire had been built up. Nearby, half the ceiling had collapsed in, leaving the room half shielded and yet still open to the night sky. The fire was small, but well tended, it let small drifts of smoke ascend through to the sky till they were picked up by a light breeze and washed away.

 

I scooted closer to the fire, attempting to break some of the chill that was wrapped around my bones. Next, I checked myself over, looking for broken bones, and the like. Other than a few scrapes and bruises I was otherwise unharmed. Then, I surveyed my surroundings a little closer, it was an effort in futility however, as of course, being night, everything looked different, and I wasn’t really sure where I was. It was one of the pitfalls of the Old World; there were no street signs, and no light pollution. If that could be considered a downside that is.

 

A noise rose above the crackling of the fire and nocturnal chirps and squeals of animals, the sound of footsteps crunching rubble on concrete. A figure moved towards me, hidden within the shadows of the night. The shadowed figure caused a dull pit to form in my stomach before stepping into the circle of light produced by the fire. The young man of course was the Wylder I had seen recently, and had come to my rescue just hours before. He was carrying an armful of wood, gathered to keep the fire blazing. He dropped it in a pile near the fire before taking a seat across from me, keeping the flames between us as if I were some dangerous animal to be kept at bay. The thought made me laugh out loud. He tilted his head, caught off guard by my mirth. He pulled his knees into his chest, resting his crossed arms upon them as he looked at me. His skin seemed almost golden as the firelight played across his tanned muscles. His shaggy hair seemed darker, and while not unkempt, was allowed to run wild. He seemed less strange as I studied him, less foreign. I had to remind myself that not long ago, this young harmless looking guy had fought off a pack of wild dogs as an enormous cat creature the likes of which I had never seen before. Now though he seemed harmless. His strong chin, narrow nose and high cheekbones matched perfectly with his almond shaped eyes. Those same sparkling green orbs I had seen on our first meeting, then again earlier tonight.

 

“You’re a Wylder?” It came out in a quiet tone, half a question, the other half a statement of fact, “And you. You saved me.” I let my voice drift off.

 

His head cocked to the other side in that same odd fashion of confusion he seemed to wear. “What no questions this time?” I asked, unnerved by his silence. “Not going to sniff me some more?” I began to grow aggravated as he watched me in silence. I’m not really sure what bothered me more, his aloof nature or my helplessness earlier that evening. Maybe it was the fact that he had saved me, and now I felt indebted to him?

 

I began to throw out questions, attempting to alleviate the silence between us. “Well do you at least have a name? Do you know what time it is? How long was I out?” In vain it seemed was my efforts, as he just watched me. I gave up and watched him watch me. The silence was palpable, broken only by the crackle and occasional pop of the fire as it released small embers that drifted skyward like small fireflies before winking out of existence.

 

“Tarin.” A single word broke the silence, causing me to raise my eyebrows at him. “My name,” He added as an afterthought to my questioning gaze while absentmindedly poking at the fire with a stick, causing a spastic eruption of orange embers to rise. “And I’m not a Wylder. Only ya’ll call us that.” I could almost feel the irritation in his voice at the last.

 

“Then what are you?”

 

“What do you care? You haven’t even thanked me for saving you.” His tone was indignant, not that I could blame him, he was right, even if it didn’t appease my irritation.

 

“Thanks,” I returned, letting the steel of rashness free in my voice.

 

He shrugged and stood; everything about the simple movement exuded a grace that was of another world . “Dawn,” He motioned at nothing in particular. “Is in about an hour. Keep the fire going, though I doubt you will need it, most of the dangerous things have retired for the night.” He turned to leave, then paused a moment. “I told you my name. What’s yours?”

 

“Eliza,” It came out almost to softly. “Eliza Blayne.” Then, he was gone.

Chapter 7: The Home Front

Saying my parents were unhappy when I arrived home would probably be the greatest understatement in history. Lucky for me, they seemed to buy my story about spending the night at Cami’s to work on a school project. Their outrage and vehemence stemmed from the fact that it was unannounced and they were uninformed of the situation and had not given their approval. This was one time I was glad that my parents were busy professionals and didn’t move in the same social circles as Cami’s folks. It made it unlikely that they would check out my story any deeper than taking my word for it. As it stood, I got off light I though, with only a weeks grounding to show for it. I feigned anger at the punishment, when I was relishing the fact that I had pulled the wool over their eyes.

 

Dhamon was absent from school this day, but I was so tired from the previous nights ordeal that I didn’t even notice. Cami pointed it out to me during lunch; I shrugged it off that he must be sick and went silent, brooding. After a few minutes of silence between us, Cami leaned in close to me and whispered. “Ok, so what happened?” I gave her an incredulous look that said, I have no idea what you’re talking about. She didn’t buy it at all. “Come on, you’ve been silent and moody every time I’ve seen you today. What gives?” She batted her pretty lashes at me, pressuring me with the look on her face. “Spill it.”

 

My first instinct was to continue my feigned ignorance; I even opened my mouth to protest that I had no clue. Her blue eyes stared into me, and for the briefest of moments almost looked incandescent. Suddenly I found myself pouring over the story of my near death and unexpected rescue despite my earlier reluctance. In epic detail, I described the mysterious Wylder boy and how I had come upon him in the Old World. Cami wore what I can only describe as a look of stark utter astonishment. She stared at me wide eyed as she took a few moments to collect herself from the shock of the story. Soon she had a clearer head and in hushed tones began to interrogate me in hushed tones over our half eaten lunch. Most of her questions were answered with I don’t knows and I’m not sure. Of course that was when she dropped her bombshell question on me, eyes twinkling with anticipatory delight. “Are you doing to see him again?”

 

I hadn’t even thought about it, and was stunned to silence, unable to come up with a proper response. How the hell should I know? Of course I wanted to? She giggled, not really expecting an answer, so she gave one herself. “Of course you are!” She said excitedly. “And when you go out there next time, you’re taking me along!”

 

After school, I went straight home, part of my punishment. Straight home from school they had said. Parents right? I groaned as I tossed my book bag onto the bed. With nothing else to do, except homework, and who wants to do that, I decided to indulge myself in an overly hot shower. While water wasn’t exactly scarce, it took time to purify and maintain a drinking supply, so showers were kept to a minimal length. I locked the bathroom door behind me, stripped down, giving myself a quick once over in the mirror before turning the water on.

 

It didn’t take long before wafts of hot steam were pouring off the water as it jetted down towards the drain. I tested the temperature and adjusted accordingly, I wanted it hot, but could only bare so much. It took only a few minutes of soaping and lathering to clean myself. I didn’t end my shower there, as was protocol. I simply stood under the falling waves of liquid, indulging in the warmth, setting the heat to higher levels, as I grew accustomed to it.

 

I’m sure it had only been fifteen minutes or so, but it felt like a lifetime. Eventually I knew it had to end though and I almost sighed before reaching down to cut the water flow off. I threw open the shower curtain and caused a wave of steam to billow about the room as I reached out grabbing a towel from the rack nearby. With fervor, I began drying myself. Everything was perfectly fine, till I happened to look up at the mirror. That’s when my heart hit the floor. What should have been nothing more than a steam soaked mirror was suddenly written upon. A finger had trailed a single word through the steam, a word that chilled me to the core. Wylder it said. That single word, was it a condemnation of myself? Of the things I had been doing? I didn’t know. Who could have known about my ghosting, I had only told Cami. Dhamon may have found out through her but I thought it unlikely. He would find out, but I had just told her earlier this afternoon.

 

I double checked the bathroom lock, and as I feared it was still latched. No one could have been in here with me I was confused and scared as I threw on my pajamas. So much for homework, I spent all my time huddled under blankets awaiting my parents in fear. I just didn’t comprehend what was really going on.

Chapter 8: Dream a Little Dream

The next morning, I tried to let the lingering distress from the night before fade away. I just couldn’t manage to shake the anxiety plaguing me. Someone or Something had been inside the bathroom with me, despite the door being locked from the inside. Just the remnants of the memory caused a spine tingling sensation. I had opted not to tell my parents about it. No doubt, there would have been some over exaggerated response to the whole thing.

 

I got ready for school just like any other day, played it cool with my mom as I went through the motions of breakfast. She both reminded me of my punishment and gave me an idea at the same time. Tarin, I thought to myself, with effort managing to keep the giddy look off my face that the thought brought on. Could I sneak away, visit a Wylder, and get home without getting caught? My smug grin said I could.

 

I planned on bringing Cami along for the ride. That’s what I told myself the entire way to school. On the inside however, deep down, I was glad when we hit her stop and she didn’t show. Maybe she had come down with a cold or something? I didn’t know. Then Dhamon too was a no show on the bus to school. If I had stopped for a moment and considered anyone or anything beside myself, I might have questioned why it was so. I didn’t.

 

My classes went by in a relative blur, my mind preoccupied with hashing out plans for my afternoon getaway. Everything came crashing down, my entire world as it were, during lunch. I was eating slowly, methodically chewing, my mind running over my plans to find Tarin this afternoon. Dhamon showed up in the cafeteria in a dramatic huff and sat with me. I looked at him, noticing he was lacking a tray.

 

“She’s gone.” His voice trembled as he spoke.

 

A single brow rose on its own. “Who’s gone?”

 

“Cami. I went to her house yesterday. The enforcers came and took her after school. She’s a Wylder.” I thought he was joking around with me at first, that any second Cami was going to pop up out of nowhere and yell gotcha! It never happened, and the look on his face was telling, it looked like he was going to break down in tears right then. I was unsure if it was because of the revelation or the fact she was gone.

 

My heart dropped into my stomach as he spoke. My thoughts flashed back to yesterday, and the strange writing on the mirror. Had someone tried to warn me about Cami? I just didn’t know. The better question I guess was what do I do now. My afternoon plans were shot. What could I do? Was there anything I could do? My mouth must have been just gaping with shock, because Dhamon was looking at me like I must have seen a ghost or something. As I stared at my food, the remainder untouched, an idea began to form inside my mind. I needed answers, and who better to give them than the source? After the lunch bell rang, I diverted course, not heading to my next class. Instead, I walked straight to the office of the school attendant. The highest-ranking official at the school, maybe she could answer my questions.

 

I barged in without knocking, by this time I had worked myself into what I can only describe as a rage. I wanted answers, needed them, and I was going to get them one way or another. Mrs. Davenport was sitting at her desk. She raised a brow at me as I barged in. I’m not sure she even expected a guest. Haha, if you could call me that, I thought to myself as I watched her. I expected, honestly for her to hit some kind of secret alarm that would tell all the enforcers, hey look at me, I’m here come get me. She didn’t. She just watched me. Those brown doe-like eyes staring at me, waiting. Oh yeah, I came here to make the first move right?

 

“What do they do with them?” I started.

 

“Who?” she asked, the innocent look she wore feigned.

 

“The Wylder that you take every day. Where do they go?”

 

“Oh, them.” She sounded like she thought she was superior to me.

 

“Yes, them.” I retorted, “My friend was taken. I want to know where. Along with the others, Gloria, Fergus, that kid with the weird scar.” I went on. “Where are they taking them? I need to know.”

 

“Oh, You need? Is that what it is?” she asked. “You need.” She laughed as if it where an actual thing. “Since when did you get ruled headmaster? It doesn’t matter, they are gone and that’s all you need to know. Now, go back to class before I have enforcers escort you.” She said, turning back to her monitor as if I didn’t exist.

 

Feeling defeated I left, questions unanswered. I knew she had to know where they were taking the Wylder. I decided I would venture into the Old World after all. Maybe I could find Tarin and he would be able to help me find out what happens to the Wylder that are taken.

Chapter 9: Into The Wylds

I said screw it after my encounter with Mrs. Davenport. I left school without a word to anyone and made my way home, grabbed what few things I thought I would need and headed towards my usual entry into the Old World. It took me a few minutes in the daylight to orient myself, but soon I found my way back to the place Tarin had camped out with me. The fire had long died away, leaving nothing but a pile of cold ashes behind. The place looked bereft of life and I felt sullen, having thought for sure that he would be waiting here for me.

 

I stared at the ashes, and felt something I couldn’t quite explain. It was like the air all around me came alive, became charged with some energy that I couldn’t see, but felt intensely. It seemed as if the air buzzed with it, causing the faint hairs on my arm to rise as if I was touching a plasma orb. Looking around I saw nothing; I turned around feeling afraid and made to leave. That’s when she materialized before my eyes. A shimmering figure translucent and opaque slowly grew denser, features becoming recognizable as something at least somewhat human.

 

To be honest, the experience was fascinating. She just faded into view, top to bottom as if by magic. Her hair was long, shockingly white trailing all the way down her back. It seemed alive itself, shifting around her in a breeze that wasn’t real. Her eyes were a startling purpling color, dark and deep, with a swirling quality to them that was mesmerizing. She was tall too, near six feet, lithe, with an iridescent forest green dress that hugged her curves. It was cut with a deep v-neck exposing a full chest. She was in a word, breathtaking.

 

Even as I stared, she smiled, and I felt like my mouth must be hanging open in awe. “What are you?” I managed to stutter out.

 

“I’m Aeolia.” Her smile never faltered as she spoke, maybe it was plastered on her face, or she was just always happy I thought. “And as for what I am,” she made a sweeping gesture around herself “I’m what you might call a Fae, or Faerie.”

 

“You mean like Cinderella’s Faerie God Mother?” I asked.

 

She laughed; it was like music sending visible chills through me. “Not quite like that I’m afraid, but don’t think me weak. Do not be alarmed though, I have no intention of harming you.”

 

“You don’t?” I wanted to be skeptical, but for some reason, I knew she was telling the truth, or rather felt it, like she always told the truth regardless.

 

“Of course not, I’m here to collect you. The ‘Wylder’ as you call them have been made aware of you by Tarin and the Wise One wishes to meet you.”

 

I gulped a little, not sure if this was a good idea. “And if I don’t want to go?” I questioned trying to keep the nervousness from my voice.

 

Laughter again musically rolled through the room, “Tarin said you had gumption. Really though, we are not like the humans, we will not force you. It is your choice, though I can feel the choice has already been made.”

 

I nodded unable to tell her otherwise. Cami was in danger; I needed answers. What choice did I have? I knew before she even asked, that I was going to go regardless of the apprehension I felt. “Is it far?”

 

She gave a quick shake of her head, “Maybe if we were going on foot.” A coy smile turned up one side of her lush lips. She floated, or flew? I wasn’t quite sure what to call it. Nevertheless, in seconds she was right in front of me. She reached out with a slender poised hand and rested it on my shoulder. I felt a surge of power; my stomach did a back flip. I felt turned inside out as my vision closed in on itself and went dark. My vision slowly recovered, and the sinking feeling in my stomach grew more intense. No longer was I in the gutted remains of a building in the Old World. Now I was standing in the center of a bustling community. Oh lord I thought to myself, what have I done.

Chapter 10: The New Old World

It was country. That is the only word I can think of to describe it. I didn’t know where I was, just that Aeolia had spirited me away to the Wylder. As if the teleportation wasn’t jarring enough, I now found myself being stared at by passersby’s. I felt out of place, and maybe I was. Who was I to turn up unannounced in their village? A human, one of those that had long persecuted them, I was an enemy in their midst and the looks they were given me ranged from morbid curiosity to downright animosity. For the life of me, I could find no reason to fault them for their views.

 

Looking around, I was surprised by how normal everything was. I guess I expected an overly exotic place filled with exotic beings that I couldn’t begin to describe. Yet, I found myself in an environment that seemed perfectly normal. It of course was not as advanced as our community; it had a rustic feeling to it. Somehow, it still felt like a regular place. People were milling about, after the interest at my arrival faded; they went back to whatever they were doing before. The architecture of the settlement was simple, and looked much like pictures I had seen in history books of small towns in the Old World. Most of them were in fact repaired structures of that era, though some were new but still followed the old style. The main difference I noticed is that no one seemed idle. Every one of them that I could see moved with a sense of purpose, some working on buildings, others moving carts of supplies or food about, and still others on tasks that I didn’t quite fathom. Still, all of them seemed to be working together for the betterment of everyone. It was a harmony that we strove for in our city, yet couldn’t seem to achieve.

 

Aeolia snapped to get my attention and I jerked my attention back to her, released from my dreamy inspection of my surroundings. “This way please, the Wise One awaits.” She made a quick motion to follow and didn’t wait to see if I did before heading off towards the north end of the village. During the short walk, I indulged myself in the sights smells and sounds of the locality. I had never dreamed something like this existed outside the cruel realities of the home I came from. Everything was so lively and beautiful. These people lived with nature instead of trying to control it.

 

“How long have you lived here? What is this place even called?” I mused aloud to Aeolia as I followed behind her to the left.

 

“Me?” She asked seeming surprised that I was questioning her. “Umm well this is Springwell, and I’ve been here forever I guess. I wasn’t born in your cities.”

 

“Really? Ever been in one?”

 

“No never, I much prefer nature.”

 

“But how old are you?”

 

“I don’t know. I think maybe I have always existed. I don’t reckon time as you folk do.”

 

“Yes but in years I mean.”

 

She shrugged as if the concept perplexed her. “I simply am as I have always been.”

 

I looked at her, wondering exactly what she could do. The teleportation had been awe inspiring in and of itself, and now her convoluted ideation of time. What other secrets lurked beneath that pristine appearance. I had no further time to contemplate the matter, for suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. “Here we are. The Wise One awaits within.”

 

I started to speak and ask her about this Wise One, only to have her flutter from existence in the blink of an eye. I was left standing at the beginning of a small cobblestone path that led up to a modest single story house. It was elegant and simple at the same time, not somewhere I would expect the head of Springwell to live. Though, as I thought about it more, this place was so unlike Nashboro that I supposed it shouldn’t surprise me at all. I’m not sure why, but my apprehension grew as I forced myself to start down the path. It felt like things were changing fast and my life itself was on a new path. I was sure I liked it. I wasn’t sure it could be stopped.

Chapter 11: The Wise One

I stopped just outside the plain unobtrusive wooden door, lingering on the porch. I pretended to admire the workmanship of the porches pillars, in reality I was hiding. Who was this Wise One. What did he want of me? Only one way to find out I thought as I stepped to the door to knock. I gasped a little, the door slowly slid open ostensible on its own. I didn’t even have time to knock.

 

Inside was an eclectic arrangement of furniture, nothing matched. It was all just thrown together. I heard a voice echo from the back of the house. “Back here. In the Kitchen.” So, I forced myself to tread down the hallway, overcoming the urge to explore the house.

 

With much trepidation, I entered the kitchen. Let me tell you, I was shocked by what awaited me. I scanned the room. Nothing was out of the ordinary, just a normal kitchen. A fridge, stove, dining table with chairs, there was even a microwave. The thing that shocked me was the man though. Once again, I was floored by the outward normality of everything. I expected some weird obtuse being, and was instead confronted with. “Hi, I’m Andrew, but everyone calls me Bobby.”

 

I blinked twice, not sure, I was seeing clearly. In the kitchen, chopping vegetables before me stood an older man, nearing forty years of age, a graying balding head with a wrinkled face, from too much time spent in the sun doing hard work; He had a warm smile and pleasant smile along with a slight stoop to his back which didn’t match his otherwise fit and trim figure. This was the Wise One, I scoffed to myself, and so much for any help I was hoping to get from him. “Uhh Bobby, hi.” I spoke.

 

“So you’re Eliza. Tarin’s told me all, well, what little he knows about you.” He never looked up from his preparations.

 

“Uh hmm,” I replied. “I’ve only met him twice. But he did seem nice, and he did save my life.”

 

“Well let’s have a look at you then, come’re child.” He paused, setting the knife on the cutting board.

 

I moved over to him, and he looked at me from top to bottom, cocking his head to the side as he did. “Well I can understand Tarin’s fascination, and he is absolutely correct. You do smell like us.”

 

I shook my head in disbelief. I wasn’t sure what I found more astounding, that Tarin was fascinated with me, or that I smelled like a Wylder. I mean to ask about the latter, but my mouth overpowered my brain and I found myself asking “Wait, Tarin’s fascinated with me?” A hand shot to cover my mouth; I wished I hadn’t said that.

 

He ignored me, and answered my unspoken question. “You’re not a Wylder though are you? Interesting that you smell like us. Interesting indeed.” He scratched his chin before continuing, “But that’s not why you’re here is it?”

 

I smiled at his insight, maybe he was wiser than I suspected? “My friend Cami was taken by Enforcers. I tried to find out what they do with Wylder they take, but no one would tell me anything.” I frowned a little as I spoke, registering my contempt.

 

“Yes yes. Nasty business that is. Luckily for you.” He turned his smile up at me. “I am aware of what happens.”

 

I perked up, “So you can help?”

 

“Possibly. Really it depends on you I think.”

 

“On me?”

 

“How far are you willing to go to help this friend of yours? Cami.” His gaze gave me a moment’s chill that I conquered.

 

“I’ll do whatever,” I stressed the word. “It takes to save Cami. She is my best friend.” I put as much conviction as possible into my voice.

 

“Well then.” He clapped his hands together, giving them a brisk rub before continuing. “Come with me.” He strode from the room, and I followed.

 

Moments later we were in what I could only call his study. A large antique desk sat in the middle of the room. He beckoned me over to it, and I was surprised to see an detailed map of the local areas. A well-kept relic of the Old World, it was covered with Bobby’s own notations.

 

“There,” He pointed. “Is what is now Nashboro.” There was a thin line penciled around what I could only assume was the perimeter wall. “And this.” He said moving his finger slightly northwest. “Is us. In Springwell. Originally, it was called Springfield, till it was abandoned. We renamed it when we took over.” He said with a satisfied smile.

 

“Ok, but what does that have to do with Cami?”

 

His finger moved even more northwest as he pointed, “Here is what used to be a military post, before the apocalypse. Now, it’s a small city-state operating independently of everyone else. They have for several years, been conducting experiments on the Wylder.”

 

“So Nashboro sends them to this place?”

 

“Oh yes. We frequently intercept their convoys, but not always. Some make it through. When we do, we bring the Wylder here to live with us if they want. Of course, we don’t demand it, they are free to go if they wish, though most choose to stay.”

 

I pondered this a moment, it would make sense to stay here, safe with others of their kind. “You think Cami will be in one of these convoy’s?”

 

A quick nod, “We expect one tomorrow, we plan on raiding it. You should join us.”

 

I blanched with confusion, “Why me? What possible help could I be?”

 

He shrugged, brushing it off. “You never know.”

 

With that he would discuss it no more, only telling me that I should visit Tarin and to return tomorrow for the raid. With nothing else to do I quickly left the house and went in search of the guy whose fascination I held.

Chapter 12: Unexpected Meetings

I wandered through the village, unsure of where Tarin might be. I was lost in thought, my mind drifting to thoughts of Cami, wondering what kind of Wylder she might be. Who knows I thought, it’s not like I’m an expert on the subject. I came to a halt as I bumped into someone. I looked up to apologize and stopped, dumbstruck. “Gloria?” It was the best I could do, utter her name in shock.

 

A huge smile grew on her face quickly as she recognized me, “Eliza!” She wrapped me in a hug and squeezed with more strength then I thought she aught to have.

 

“What are you doing here?” She looked as I remembered her, lithe, tall, caramel colored skin. The only difference was she looked happy now.

 

“They rescued me,” She gave a flippant gesture to the community around her. “I’ve been here ever since.”

 

She released me, and I saw a blur of movement. My eyes couldn’t make it out, but my body felt the impact as I suddenly found myself looking up from the ground. Pain seared through me, and I flexed, making sure nothing was broken before looking up. Ugh, I thought. She was pretty I guess, medium height, and sandy blonde with jet black eyes. I could see the flames of jealousy in them.

 

I stood, looking angrily at the girl. Who the hell does she think she is? “This is here? The human thing Tarin is so enamored with?” She crinkled her nose in disgust. “Looks like a weak ass human to me.”

 

I felt the blood rush to my face as rage flooded through me. I don’t even remember tackling the girl to the ground, it just kind of happened. The next thing I remember I had tackled the poor girl to the ground and was throwing a flurry of punches at her face with ferocity that surprised even me. I felt a sharp pain and looked down to see a clawed hand attempting to pull me away from my victim. I saw the blood trickling down my arm where the talon-like nails dug into my arm. The pain drew me from my rage and I looked up into brown eyes, with flecks of green dancing merrily throughout them. I allowed myself to be pulled away, “Tarin.” I gasped as I sunk down away from my victim on my butt.

 

“I see you’ve met Rosalie.” He made a quick gesture towards the sandy blond I had moments before been pummeling.

 

“Yeah,” I shrugged as the adrenaline filled wave of energy began to fade, leaving me sullen and weak. “I dunno what came over me. I just kinda snapped.”

 

He shook his head, “It’s fine, Rosalie just has an attitude problem. Don’t you?” He turned his gaze to the bloodied girl who was picking herself up from the ground.

 

Her lip was busted, and a small trickle of blood ran from her nose. No doubt, she would be sporting numerous bruises by the end of the day. She snarled in my direction before looking back to Tarin. She attempted a half-assed smile, and gave a weak curtsey, “My Lord.” It sounded almost like a hiss as it left her lips. She retreated hastily towards a more crowded part of the town.

 

I raised a brow, “Why did she call you lord?”

 

He gave a small shrug, “My father is the leader, and it’s a courtesy. Some think I will replace him in time.”

 

“Why is your father the leader? I thought Bobby was.”

 

He gave a sympathetic shake of his head, “Bobby runs the day to day here, but my father is leader of the nine tribes. Some Wylder afflictions as your people call them, are more common than others.”

 

I gave him a confused expression as I attempted to staunch the flow of blood from my arm. He took my hand and led me down the road, to one of the larger, more impressive houses. “Come, let’s get that bandaged, sorry I clawed you, but you were really going at her.”

 

Despite the pain I smiled, surprised at my own angst at Rosalie’s verbal harassment. “It’s nothing.” I protested.

 

“Nonsense.” He led me into the house, which appeared empty, promptly sat me on a soft, if aged couch before rushing off for a first aid kit. I looked around, though the house was large, it appeared to be plainly furnished, nothing matched, it looked as though someone had collected what they needed from the Old World and threw it all together in a home, some of the pieces even looked handmade, like the etched coffee table in front of me.

 

Soon he returned, a small red box in his hands. He sat down beside me on the couch and smiled as he pulled out a few small bandages and peroxide. He placed my arm in his lap and poured the astringent on a small cotton swath. “This might hurt a bit.” He warned as he began to dab the blood up and clean the three horizontal scratches on my forearm.

 

“Like I was saying,” he began as he continued to clean the wound. “My father is head of the Delacouri. You people would call us Leopards I think.”

 

“So strange, that you can turn into a cat.” I murmured as he wrapped the bandage around my arm.

 

“No, not a cat.” He responded wryly as if insulted, “Much more than a mere cat.” He taped the bandage in place before smiling, “All done. There are five other tribes of,” His voice trailed off a moment. “Cats.” He finished with a slight chuckle. “Of course, I could name them all and the three other tribes, but its long and boring, as history tends to be. You will learn in time.”

 

I smiled, a bit of sadness behind it, “You know I never expected the Wylder to be the way you are.”

 

It was his turn to look sad, “Vicious monsters eh?” He asked.

 

I looked away, unable to look him in the eye. I knew it was true, we were taught to believe that from childhood, nothing but monsters. He wasn’t like that I thought as I let my gaze move to him. Nice, gentle, friendly, helpful, attractive. So many words I could use to describe him, and none of them were monstrous. His hand rested on mine as he inspected his work; I could feel the warmth. It felt safe.

 

“You’re blushing.”

 

I pulled my hand away, feeling the heat in my cheeks. I looked away. Ugh I thought, not now. “So Bobby says I’m to help with the convoy tomorrow. Will you be there?”

 

A slight nod, “You must be hungry, let’s go get you some food. Then I’ll show you to you room. The Palustri tribe has agreed to give you a place for now.”

 

I tried not to let the disappointment show. I wanted to stay here, with him. I would never admit it, but the urge was there. With a half-hearted smile, I rose and followed him into the evening.

Chapter 13: Into the Wylds

I awoke with a start, covered in a cold sweat. I couldn’t remember what I was dreaming about. I only had the lingering sense of dread. I dressed and joined those of the Palustri that were awake for breakfast in the common room. They had all been nice enough, welcoming, unobtrusive, and friendly. Jora, the eldest son of the aging leader of their tribe was tall, raven black hair with a sinister looking goatee. Despite his dark appearance, he was quite jovial. He was a funny guy, who liked to tell jokes and make others laugh. It was from him that I learned that the Palustri were a tribe of get this, Jaguars! I found it very exciting, they were just like normal folk from back home, eating, laughing, being a family, only they had the amazing ability to transform themselves. I learned that most of the Wylder that were shifters had some degree of control. Some were able to change single parts of their body, a clawed hand, or even a tail. Whatever the situation called for, while others were a bit more limited, being only able to fully change from one form to another.

 

After breakfast, I was corralled along with several others towards Bobby’s house. The time was nearing for us to intercept the convoy, and save Cami. Representatives from every tribe were there: Jora, of the Palustri, Tarin, of the Delacouri were the two I knew right away, Jaguars and Leopards. I felt a tingle of excitement run through me, and though the chill of early winter had set in overnight, I had a feverish feel of heat roaming across me. In short order I was introduced to members of the other tribes. Armin, of the Raineyii, second eldest son of the Cheetahs; Steve, leader and eldest of the Cabrerae, or Cougars. Nalena, youngest daughter of the Virgata, a Tigress, and Bartholamew, who was in my opinion, a giant, standing over seven feet tall, he was easily the largest person I had ever seen. I wasn’t surprised to learn that he belonged to house Krugeri, a line of Lions.

 

To be honest, after meeting some of the members of the six tribes of the great cats I was a nervous wreck. All my excitement had faded; I was left in awe and wonderment. What the hell was I doing here? What the hell did I, or Bobby expect I would accomplish here. A mere slip of a girl, a human among monsters, no, not monsters I thought. Majestic creatures. There had been some mistake. Then with a smile that showed he could not see my discomfort, Tarin drug me off to meet members of the three remaining tribes. These tribes, he explained as we weaved through the crowd that was growing by the minute, are not specific to a breed, but are a collection of some of the more uncommon Wylder. They ranged thru all kinds of species, some of which I was unfamiliar with. Before all was said and done, I had been introduced to a handful of other Wylder. A hulk of a woman named Binala, who was some kind of bear, or Ursus, she called herself. A short flabby middle-aged man, who seemed unimposing, he called himself Feldmond, and was proud when he told me he was a great horned turtle. Finally, I saw one more familiar face in the crowd, Gloria was there, and she looked hyped up, like she was itching for a fight. I smiled, she seemed happier here than I ever remembered seeing her at school, it’s almost as if she knew she belonged somewhere else. I was shocked to learn that she was a were-badger, a first in Springwell, and as of yet, an unnamed tribe.

 

It wasn’t long before Bobby appeared on his porch. Everyone grew quiet, turning their collective attention to him. I watched as well, expecting some epic speech to inspire everyone present. I was surprised by his elegant simplicity, “Watch each others back’s, and let’s go rescue some family.”

 

Everyone headed off with Bobby trailing the group; I fell into step with him. The early afternoon was already warming up as we traveled, Bobby informed me that the convoy would be taking an old interstate route, and though they were several hours away, on foot we had to leave early if we were going to intercept them. The pace for me was almost breakneck; I was used to strenuous activity, but was nowhere near on par with the physical prowess my new friends possessed. The road itself was dilapidated with disuse; large ruts and cracks were rampant, small spurts of plant life, now dieing or dead with the coming of winter sprouted in clumps, breaking the once pristinely smooth path.

 

Eventually, we came to an intersection of major roads, what lay ahead was much larger. Bobby told me before the apocalypse, it was called an Interstate, used to move long distances between cities. I marveled at it, as we moved to a center grove of tree’s diving the road to setup our ambush, and so the waiting began.

Chapter 14: Ambush

We waited, concealed in the brush like primal hunters, stealthy, watching for our prey. I was bored. I was never one to just sit around. Sure, it was all well and good for the Wylder, they were natural predators, waiting, stalking, it was their cup of tea. I fidgeted in the tree line, only to receive a hiss from Tarin at making myself visible. I couldn’t help it though.

 

I was about to vocally display my displeasure, when all hell broke loose. I stood, frozen at my perch behind a tree as gunfire exploded from seemingly everywhere. The sound mixed in the air with screams, and roars of outrage. The sudden realization hit me, and it felt like death. This was an ambush all right only we weren’t the perpetrators; we were the victims.

 

I saw Tarin out of the corner of my eye race off in a blur of muscle and fur, followed by the blood-curdling scream of a man somewhere close. I saw Binala charge from the trees in a mad rush towards the woods opposite our position, straight into the armed men emerging from the wood line. A few humvee’s emerged now, men sitting abreast their turrets with larger weapons. One of them broke line with the others, pushing towards us. A lumbering hulk pressed forward, it was Feldmond, I only recognized him because he now looked like a giant bipedal turtle. He was nearly ten feet tall now, and bore a huge armored shell with a single great horn protruding from his face. Feldmond and the Humvee collided with a sickening sound of bone meeting metal, and I thought he was road kill. Then I saw the huge dent in the front of the vehicle, and watched in stark amazement as he gripped it with his huge arms, and threw the entire thing, screaming passengers and all into a large nearby tree as bullets ricocheted off his shell.

 

A bullet lodging in the tree, close to my head snapped me back to reality as I began to creep forward from my hiding spot. After several yards, my fear drained into sadness as I tripped over something, only to realize it was the half-shifted body of Jora. He was unmoving, lifeless, his body riddled with bullet holes like a red mess of Swiss cheese. His eyes were open and blank, staring to the sky with a lost expression.

 

I kept moving, unsure now why I had come. I passed more bodies, some were Wylder that I didn’t recognize, a great deal more were human, viciously mutilated by the Wylder they so feared. I didn’t matter though, the sounds of combat were already slowing, and I knew we were losing. Despite their amazing abilities, sheer numbers would win the field. I started to cry out for Tarin, or Bobby, anyone that would or could sound a retreat. The yell stuck in my throat as I began to weep, all this had been my fault. My stupid relentless desire to save my best friend had led to all this death. I felt a sharp pain in my head and knew no more.

Chapter 15: Aftermath

I blinked my eyes open, or at least I think I did. Searing pain shot through my head as attempted to move. A sharp throbbing rolled through me as I slid my hand across the back of my head. A large sticky knot is what I felt. What had happened, I couldn’t quite remember. It was all blurry. Why is it so dark I wondered, wasn’t it just daytime a bit ago. Where’s Tarin. A million thoughts came unbidden as my mind struggled to wrap itself around the things that happened to bring me here. Here. Where is here. I blinked some more; a dull yellow light, pale and unwelcoming made my eyes tear up in pain. I squinted, willing my eyes to adjust so I could take in my surroundings.

 

I was in a small room. No that’s not right. I’m in a cell, small, more like a large closet than a room. A single toilet and sink, with an all-metal bed were the only furnishings. At that moment, everything came flooding back to me, Cami, the ambush, the dead and dieing, all because I had wanted to save her from the enforcers. Now, I was alone, hurt and locked in a strange room. I had no clue where anyone else was or even if they were still alive, and no Cami either. Everything had gone absolutely wrong and I had been powerless to stop it. I cried, wondering what had happened to the others, and for myself, unsure of what would become of me.

 

Soon, I heard a click, as the door unbolted. An Enforcer entered with a tray of food and water, set it on the floor and left without so much as a word. I stared at him with contempt the entire time, even long after he left. With a heavy sigh, I devoured the food, I wouldn’t be good for anything if I starved myself I thought, not that I was much use now. Afterwards, I contemplated my fate a bit more, before falling into a fitful slumber.

 

I awoke sharply to the sound of the door opening again. A dour faced older man, his head mostly bald except for wild unkempt white patches and overly thick spectacles stared down at me. “Let’s go.” The enforcer behind him made it clear that this was not open to negotiation.

 

I forced myself to my feet and followed the two, they weren’t much worried about any chance of escape, and they didn’t bother to restrain me. “Where are you taking me?” I inquired afraid, thoughts of torture coming unbidden to my mind.

 

Silence was the only reply I got, as we stopped before a large, sturdy looking metal door. I creaked as it slid open, the doctor gestured for me to enter, and so I did with much trepidation. Who was I kidding, it’s not like I had a choice anyway. I wasn’t quite sure what I expected, torture maybe, experimentation, surely whatever lay in store for me couldn’t be a good thing, not after everything I had heard about these people. I whirled as I heard the door slam shut behind me; neither the doctor nor his companion had followed. I realized I was holding my breath. Letting it go, I turned trying to steel my emotions against my fate.

Chapter 16: Difference

Much to my surprise, I was in a large well-lit common room. Numerous doors led to small rooms, not unlike the solitary cell I had just left. The room was filled with what I can only imagine are Wylder that have been captured. I sighed, feeling the tension leave me with a wave of relief. I wasn’t going to be tortured or experimented on, at least not yet anyhow. As soon as the Wylder realized I wasn’t an enforcer, I began to draw a small crowd. Most of them were faces that I was unfamiliar with, soon however, a friendly face appeared before me.

 

“So you were caught too eh?” Bobby asked, “Well you’re not alone, several of us were caught.” He sounded bitter, “The rest who knows, dead or escaped I hope.”

 

“They were waiting for us. Our ambush was ambushed.” I complained.

 

“Yes,” He pondered. “Someone certainly tipped them off about our plans.”

 

“So what do we do now?” Desperation oozed from my voice.

 

He gave a pained expression, “I have no idea Eliza, no idea.”

 

Just then, a high-pitched voice broke into my conversation, “Eliza?” It was overflowing with excitement.

 

I knew that voice I was sure I thought to myself turning to the voice. Cami was there, right before my eyes. I was stunned to silence. How long had she been here? They must have moved her earlier than we thought after she was taken. “You…You’re here!” I said finding my voice. She looked tired, and a little dirty. She was wearing the same drab gray outfit that everyone else was, but none of it seemed to dampen her spirits, she was just as bubbly as ever.

 

She wore a huge smile, as if we weren’t under the direst of circumstances. “What are you doing here? Don’t tell me you’re a Wylder too!” Her pitch became almost a squeal of delight at the notion.

 

I gave a quick shake of my head, “No such luck. You remember me telling you about Tarin?” She only nodded, eyes wide in anticipation. “Well I went to him for help, and his people tried to get the convoy before you were brought here. I was with them, but they were waiting and ambushed us.” I felt tears begin to brim up as I spoke, “A lot of people died because of me, and I was captured along with others.”

 

Cami looked a little perplexed, “But Nali says you are Wylder. She even wrote it on your mirror.”

 

I stopped. My heart dropped as I thought back to the strange message written on my mirror. “Who’s Nali? How did you know about my mirror….” I let my voice trail off.

 

“Umm,” Her ditzy mind was trying to figure out how best to explain it. I could almost see the wheels moving in her mind, I laughed just a little. “She is me, well my spirit I think. She helps me, and does things.”

 

I thought back to when I’d seen her last; the strange shimmering that seemed just beyond my vision. Yes, It was still there, darting around Cami as if on a sugar rushed whimsical dance. I let my head lilt as I watched its flitted movements, and I saw past reality. I could see it, hear it. It was small maybe in size, if I hadn’t known better I would have mistaken it for a two year old girl, giggling and full of joy just like Cami. The main differences were the gossamer wings and pale pink dress that looked unreal. The wings flapped beyond my ability to comprehend until she landed near Cami. Nali looked at me, as I stared at her.

 

She jutted her little head towards me, peering intensely, “Wait. Can she see me?” Nali’s eyes went wide as she inched her way towards me. “Cami, I think she can see me.” She said turning briefly to Cami who simply gave a bemused shrug. She crept closer and closer watching for any reaction, soon she was almost right in front of me.

 

“Hi! You must be Nali.” I spoke directly at her, startling her. She gave me a shocked look and shot to the air and hid behind Cami, she snuck a look at me over Cami’s shoulder looking mortified. I don’t know why, but the entire scene just seemed hilarious to me. I started to laugh, despite the strange place and unusual circumstances I couldn’t help myself. I laughed and laughed until tears were streaming down my face and I was forced to sit and the muscles in my stomach began to cramp up.

 

“I thought you said she was nice.” Complained Nali pouting as she watched me.

 

“She’s nice, most of the time.” Cami said with a wry grin.

 

Finally, I was able to subdue my mirth. I sat up looking at them. “So she thinks I’m a Wylder? Sorry to disappoint but I don’t think I am.”

 

Our conversation was interrupted as a voice came over a loudspeaker. “Eliza Blayne, report for testing.” I stood confused; all around people were giving me sympathetic looks, which only added to my confusion. The barred entrance whirred to life with a mechanical swoosh and slid open. Two armed enforcers stood at the doorway waiting. I gulped, swallowing the pit of anxiety down to my stomach. I thought about hiding, pretending I wasn’t myself, anything to not go through that door to god knows where. I concluded that it didn’t really matter; they knew who I was, and where I was. There would be no escaping whatever they had in store for me. So I stood, straightened myself out, and walked with as much confidence as I could muster out the door.

Chapter 17: Revelations

I was alone in a relatively large room filled with equipment I had never seen before. I was naked now, except for the clinic gown that was open in the back except where it tied close. I was sitting on an exam table, left to wait upon their whims. I was terrified, just like when the wild dogs had attacked me, except this time the fear was different, more unsettling. At least I knew what death would be like at the hands of the wild dogs, it would have been painful, but also over with fast. Here I was left to stew in whatever horrors my mind could come up with, and I’ve always had a vivid imagination.

 

After what seemed like an eternity, the same dour faced aging doctor entered the room with a clipboard and a nurse following on his heels. The nurse ignored me, as if I didn’t exist, or were some animal that didn’t deserve her recognition and began turning on various machines. The Doctor on the other hand ignored the nurse and instead focused all his attention on me. I wasn’t sure I wanted it.

 

He flipped a few pages, not bothering to look up at me. “So your test came back, and they were, well inconclusive. We’re pretty sure you are some kind of Wylder. We just aren’t sure what exactly.” He glanced at me to see if I understood, but I remained silent. “So, we are going to run some more test. Nothing to invasive yet, you should only experience mild discomfort.” He said, and I almost believed he cared.

 

So it began, hooked up to machines whose purpose I didn’t comprehend, vial after vial of blood drawn. The indignity of a forced catheter for a urinalysis, before being carted off to another exam room full of more machines, where I was strapped down and scanned multiple times from my head to my toes. They were relentless and thorough, and it felt like it took weeks before they were finally finished and I was escorted back to the others. I felt alone, I felt disgraced and violated to my very core. Now I knew what it was like to be Wylder, to be taken by the enforcers. I knew more than I ever wanted, and I knew as I broke down into tears while Cami held me that it had to stop. It would stop. No one else would have to go through what I did. Someway, somehow, I would put an end to it.

Chapter 18: The Plan

It had been a week since I had become a prisoner. I had learned as much as I could during this week from the others. This group, was the shadow government for Nashboro, had been since its inception. This place was just a military research and development center, as well as a training ground for the enforcers. People that excelled in training to become an enforcer at home, were shipped off here to undergo advanced training, as were some of the more gifted intellectuals from home were trained as doctors and scientists. They were trying to find a cure for being Wylder, as if it were some kind of disease that needed cured. In reality though, most believed they were trying to weaponize and create their own Wylder soldiers. I mean, who wouldn’t want to be able to take a normal human, and create a hybrid of any number of different types of Wylder mixed together. It’s a mad scientists wet dream.

 

For the most part, unless we were being tested we were left to ourselves. Our captors seemed secure in the fact that though we were dangerous, we weren’t likely to be able to escape. I spent much of my time of my time with Cami and Bobby. Discussing things about the Wylder and what he knew about our captors. I was also introduced to someone new, Rees was his name, and I recognized him by the deep jagged scar along his chin. He had been taken from school a few weeks before. He was as defiant and arrogant as ever and had to be subdued by the guards for his violent outbursts. I learn that he was Morelet, a reptilian shifter mostly associated with of all things, crocodiles. No wonder he was always ornery. Continuous discussions about what kind of Wylder Cami was were fruitless. Bobby had never encountered anything like her, and none with a spirit companion. At first Bobby was in doubt about Nali’s existence, until a few playful pranks on him assured him that she was indeed quite real.

 

After almost two weeks, it happened. I had an epiphany. I jumped from my bunk and rushed through the common area till I found Cami. “Cami, come with me!” I exclaimed before heading for Bobby’s room. She followed with a perplexed expression and together we joined Bobby, who sat meditating on his bed.

 

“Bobby, I’ve got an idea!” I nearly yelled, then thought better of it and let it come out as an excited whisper.

 

He raised a brow leaning forward with his hands on his knees without a word. “We can get a message to Springwell. Let everyone know we are safe, and in need of rescuing.”

 

“And how do you propose to do that young one? Locked up as we are?”

 

“Cami, do you remember when Nali warned me on my mirror that I was Wylder?”

 

She nodded, “Of course, I told her not to.”

 

“So that means that even though you are connected, she can leave your side.”

 

A slow smile began to spread across Cami’s face as my idea began to sink in, “Yes, yes she can.”

 

“So can we send her to deliver a message? We could have her go to Springwell since we can’t!” I was getting more excited by the second.

 

“Ok, suppose we do get a message to the others. Then what? It’s not like we can have them storm this place. They would be cut down before they ever reached us.” Bobby offered unconvinced.

 

“Yes but if we can relay messages, then we can revolt from the inside at the same time. We can fight them from the inside and the outside. Surely there are enough Wylder confined to this place that we have the numbers to overpower them.”

 

“And what makes you think that the Wylder here will help? They don’t belong to the community, they owe me no allegiance.” Bobby was ever the skeptic.

 

“You think they want to stay here. That they want experimented on and controlled?” I was outraged and indignant. “Surely given the opportunity for freedom and a place where they belonged they would seize the opportunity.”

 

“Perhaps,” He gave a little shrug. “First we need to see if this idea of yours even has legs to stand on.” He turned to Cami, “What do you think little one? Can Nali travel far that far without you?”

 

“I dunno. When she went to Eliza’s, I could still feel her. It’s hard to explain. It’s like there is a rope tethering us together. Right now, it’s strong and unbreakable, like a thick steel chain. When she went to Eliza, I could feel it stretched, thinner weaker. I don’t know how stretched it could get without breaking.” She answered as simply as she could, unnerved at the thought of losing Nali.

 

I was disheartened, worried that I could cause Cami to lose her other half. “Maybe we shouldn’t try then. It was just an idea.”

 

“Why don’t we try seeing how far Nali can go, if that’s alright with her of course,” Suggested Bobby. “Cami, you can send her further and further each time, until you know the limits. That way neither of you is in danger, meanwhile I will start talking to the other Wylder, and see where they stand on the idea of revolting and escape.”

 

Now that we were all in agreement, and seeds of an idea had been sown. It was time to start tending the crops and see what grew. I retreated to the confines of my small room, giving Cami peace and quiet to work with Nali. I sat in silence, staring at the wall lost in my thoughts. Did I think this plan would work? I wasn’t sure. Did I think the Wylder here would rise to the occasion? I sure hoped so. Was I on the verge of getting even more people killed? Damn I hoped not.

Chapter 19: Forget Me Not

Cami had been pushing herself to the point of exhaustion everyday for almost a week now, and each day she was able to let Nali roam farther and farther away. The strain of each separation was evident on her face. She looked forlorn and worried, downtrodden and anxious. I felt bad for her, I really did, but just today, she had reached the outskirts of Springwell. No doubt, soon she would be able to contact Aeolia, whom we had decided would be the best Wylder to contact, as she seemed most similar to Nali.

 

Here at the facility, things were not going quite as well as we had hoped. Some of the Wylder were more than happy to pledge their support, the prospect of freedom too much for them to resist. Others were proving to be far more difficult to sway. Some of them had been here for much of their lives and were much more hesitant about open rebellion. Rees was among the most vocal about his refusal to participate, which surprised me, since he was the most down trodden of them all when it came to abuse at the hands of the guards. I would have expected him to be the first one to jump on the bandwagon of escape.

 

Every time I tried to confront him about it, he would huff up and blow me off. One time he even started a fight with a guard, just to avoid talking to me. It seemed like he had a chip on his shoulder and neither I nor Bobby were having any success breaking through his tough guy exterior to find out what the issue really was. It was so damn frustrating. I refused, refused to let it go. Finally, I caught him alone in the laundry area. I blocked the doorway bodily.

 

“What the hell is your problem?” I felt like I yelled the question at him, but it was more of a hiss.

 

He glanced up at me for more than a second before returning to his chore. This only served to infuriate me more, who the hell did he think he is I thought. I moved from my spot at the door and pushed him. “I’m talking to you.”

 

He gave me a look that had death written all over it as he stumbled sideways. “Really?” His tone was dark, sending chills through my spine. “You really don’t remember do you?”

 

I was confused, but refused to let my anger abate. “Remember what? You got some awesome reason why you’re being an ass about helping us? You’re one of the most powerful Wylder here. I’da thought you’d have been the first to jump at the idea of escape.”

 

It started off slow and small, and it surprised me, he was laughing. It built as though he simply couldn’t control it. “I can’t believe it. Such a memorable event in my life, and you really have no clue.”

 

My mystification didn’t need words, and I had none. He continued, “We were ten. A boy was bullying you. Ring any bells?” He waited just moments, not giving me a chance to think or answer. “This scar, I got it defending you from that boy, Dhamon. When we were ten. He was bullying you at the playground and I defended you. We fought and he pushed me down, I hit that big rock and it tore my face open.” He was shaking a bit now, from rage or some unfathomable emotion I couldn’t tell, continuing took effort on his part and he spat the words at me through gritted teeth. “And now you’re best friends with him. What about me? Forgotten, thrown aside when I was no longer useful. I never even got a thank you.”

 

I was dumbstruck, I did remember the incident. It seemed so long ago. It seemed such a minor thing even then, for it to linger with him till now saddened me. I started to open my mouth, to give voice to my feelings and at long last apologize and thank him when he cut me off. “Don’t bother. Now here we are once again, Eliza needs help, she needs saving. And you what? Expect everyone to just jump to your beck and call and line up for their own scars?” He sounded disgusted.

 

I inched my way towards him, cautious, afraid of myself, afraid of him. Was he right? Did I expect people to just come to my aid? Was I so weak, so feeble that I needed others to defend me? “Rees. We were kids.” I began, unsure of what to say. “Dhamon liked me, so picked on me. Hell he still does. I had no idea though,” I reached out and curled my hand on his cheek. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know I hurt you so bad.” I meant it, I felt ashamed that I had disregarded his feelings, on purpose or otherwise. “We aren’t kids anymore though. This is real Rees, real life or death. You may hate me, but these people. “I made a faint gesture with my free hand to our surroundings, “Are your people now and they need you. You’ve experienced firsthand what the guards are like. What the tests are like. Do what is right. Do now what that young boy had the courage to do. Help us.”

 

He had a torn look on his face. The look of an inner battle, a struggle to make a decision. I didn’t press the issue. I let my hand fall from his face, and slipped out of the room. I couldn’t choose for him. It was on him now.

Chapter 20: In Motion

Cami had done it the plan was in motion. Tarin we learned had escaped from the battle, though injured he was planning to lead the raiding party that would attack from the outside. Now we just had to hold up our end and attack from within. Between Bobby and I, we had most of the Wylder on our side. I was hopeful that when the fighting began, the rest would side on the idea of freedom over imprisonment. I was still not quite sure which side Rees was on, but it was to late to worry about that now. They were coming, and win or lose we were going to try.

 

I lay in my bunk, trying to sleep, a few hours rest would do me good I thought. Yet, try as I might, sleep would simply not come to me. I tossed in the bed, my mind racing a million thoughts a second, I wondered why. Why if I was Wylder as everyone kept claiming, didn’t I have any abilities? I did manage after some effort to fall into a fitful slumber, filled with dreams of Wylder.

 

Something woke me, maybe my dreams, but I didn’t think so. It was just a feeling, a sense of foreboding that brought me to instant wakefulness. Then it happened, the blaring of alarms in the distance. It was to early I knew, some kind of warning system had been tripped, and now the enforcers knew they were coming for us. The door crackled with mechanical life as it slid open and a small group of enforcers shuffled in to stand guard before the door clicked shut, locking. Tarin and the others were walking into a trap. I started to panic, filled with trepidation. What do I do now? Another ambush on them would spell disaster, but it was to late to turn back. As stealthily as I could I worked my way over to Cami.

 

“Send Nali, warn Tarin and the others, they have to know they’ve been spotted or they’ll walk into a kill zone.” I hissed under my breath at her.

 

With nothing more than a nod, she closed her eyes, speaking to Nali as only she could. I looked over to Bobby who nodded. He already knew what the alarms meant, and seeing me with Cami, knew what I was up to. His flesh rippled, and suddenly I realized why they called him the wise one. He had grown to nearly seven feet in height, his entire form changed; he now looked like something from a fairytale, or perhaps a nightmare. I knew the creature from my history lessons; he was some sort of Owl. Later I might laugh at the notion, for they were considered a wise animal. A high-pitched screech reverberated through the room as he took flight towards the closest guard. That was when all hell broke loose.

Chapter 21: Revolt

Bobby landed on the nearest guard, his outstretched talon-like feet catching him in both shoulders as he rode him to the ground. The man had no time to react, not even a half-assed attempt to bring his weapon to bear. A well-placed blow to the head with his large vicious curved beak ended any noise he might have made in the terror of his last moments. Almost all of the Wylder in the room brought their extravagant powers out. Time slowed as I looked around, Gloria rushing a guard, with a snarl dripping saliva on her snout, claws extended. Across the room a flitter of movement, as a young man I knew only as Wind, who never spoke, danced in and out of reality as a guard try to pin him down with a tazer, only to fail miserably and end up laid out on the floor writhing in pain, all the air forcibly removed from his lungs.

 

It took less than a minute to subdue the guards posted in our area. We were still locked in but a bull of a man named Bruno alleviated that. After the battle he changed from his half man form into something wondrous, a humongous albino Rhino, complete with its horn. We cleared space for him, and I thought Bruno was such a fitting name as he charged across the room and smashed into the door. The metal hinged and reinforced frame groaned under the onslaught before exploding outward, taking the door and quite a bit of the wall with it. Before leaving the immediate area, I stopped those that were in charge of the groups we had broken into, urging them to remember that there may be other holding areas with Wylder, and to make sure to free them if they could. One Wylder I didn’t recognize by name asked about the enforcers, I gave her a shrug. “If they resist, end them.” I felt distant from myself as I said it. If I had been thinking instead of moving forward under the pressure of sweet freedom and the danger’s those coming to save us faced, I might have shuddered at my own callousness.

 

Everyone split up as we left the common area. I was followed by Cami, a young Wylder girl named Mikoi, and a small group of men of various tribes. We ran into little opposition as we made our way through the compound. Those we did run into were so hopelessly outnumbered that they turned tail and ran, or were dealt with in quick fashion. The screams of those that refused to run would forever be etched in my mind. Along the way, we liberated a handful of other’s that had deemed to dangerous and were locked away in solitary confinement. They were astonished to be freed from captivity by a group of their own kind, and joined us right away. It took longer than expected to make it to the outside, the entire complex was mazelike in its design. Soon enough, Mikoi spotted a sign and we were pointed towards the exit.

 

Once outside we heard the gunfire, and the faint echo of screams. The group stopped at my command to regroup and take count. All told there were fourteen of us, myself, Cami, Mikoi and our honor guard, plus the extras we had picked up. As we regrouped, Bobby and Rees’ groups joined us, followed a minute later by Gloria’s. Many were still resplendent in their shifted forms, making our combined group look fearsome. Together we numbered near fifty. I didn’t take the time to count. A large pack of ferocious beasts, all tooth and claw, with a few that looked normal but were just as dangerous if not more so than the other’s. I smiled to myself as I looked at them. All these Wylder, following me, following a plan I cooked up. They say I’m Wylder to, but I feel like the most human of the bunch. Was I wrong?

 

My inner contemplations were put on hold as more gunfire rang out in the distance. No doubt, when the perimeter alarms sounded, the majority of the enforcers were called to the walls to defend against the approaching enemy. So far it had worked out to our advantage, but that meant that Tarin and those with him were bearing the brunt of the enforcers power. I felt something then, deep within myself, calling to me. I didn’t quite understand it, but ignoring it wasn’t an option. I let loose a guttural yell that surprised me, and went charging off to the southeast. The others, either inspired or confused by my actions, followed without delay.

 

We came upon them from behind. They were all focused on the encroaching enemy before them that they never saw us coming. I stopped some twenty feet from the wall. Going in myself would be pointless. I had no weapons to bring to bare on them. I stood back, apart, a spectator in the carnage that followed.

 

Wylder after Wylder, of all breeds and designs leapt upon the wall from behind, claws, tooth and nail digging into concrete as they scaled the wall. Enforcers all upon the ramparts, weapons aimed ahead. After the fall of mankind nature had begun to reclaim everything, and the once concrete construct of man ahead was now a riddled wasteland of debris and natures regrowth, giving Tarin and the others ample cover. Blood was what I most recalled of the event. blood and sadness, my own in particular. The needless waste of human life, the suffering of the Wylder. Were we not all of the same world? Did we all not descend from the earth itself? I was sure the answer was yes. I knew that the killing and animosity bred by unknowing hate and distrust had to end. But how?

Chapter 22: Unexpected Surprise

The fighting ended in minutes, surprised and overcome from behind, the defenders on the wall turned to the new onslaught with fierce determination. The overwhelming numbers and firepower at their disposal availed them little. The Wylder were organized and in their element. They had already gotten a taste of blood and revenge and were more than ready for more.

 

After the carnage had ended, I made them bury the dead. The humans deserved a proper burial I thought. The Wylder we had lost would be carried back to Springwell and given their own burials with family and friends nearby. Cami had spent much of the aftermath crying and inconsolable. She was such a kind heart, and all the violence had taken its toll on her. It hurt me to see how easily crushed she was, being a member of the Wylder was going to be hard on her I was sure.

 

Tarin was a sweaty bloody mess when I found him. I hoped none of it was his. He was walking with a slight limp, one of his injuries from the previous ambush no doubt. It was strange, as I stood apart watching him. In such a short time, I found myself thinking about him more and more. He had risked his life multiple times for me. I fascinated him. How did I feel about him? I wasn’t sure yet. He smiled at me when he caught me staring at him, a broad toothy smile that said I see you. I looked away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. Maybe there was something there after all.

 

Several days later, I was wandering aimlessly about Springwell. Everything had started to settle into a normal routine. The new Wylder had been given lodgings. The dead were buried. Life was moving on as if nothing extraordinary had happened. It was peaceful. I had been called by Aeolia to come see Bobby at his house, it didn’t seem odd really, Bobby and I often spent a great deal of time talking. He was a wealth of information about the Old World.

 

It was late afternoon now; the days had already started growing shorter with the coming of fall. Though it was just a little after seven, the sun was well on its way to dipping below the horizon for the day. The little town was already winding down for the evening, and only a handful of people were out and about. As I approached Bobby’s place, I felt a bit uneasy. All the lights were off and the curtains were drawn. What was a place I had come to know as open and inviting now looked dark, withdrawn and forbidden.

 

I stalked up onto the porch quite as a mouse. There was no noise coming from inside. I checked the door, it was ajar. My heart started beating even harder than it already had been. I was terrified something awful had happened. I should go get help, the thought popped into my head. Instead of listening to reason, I pushed the door open and stepping into the darkness expecting the worst.

 

All of a sudden, all the lights burst to life. I felt like I was going to have a heart attack as all my friends yelled “Surprise” in unison. Lining the walls were streamers and balloons. Where on earth did they find balloons? Some music I had never heard before played throughout the place.

 

Cami ran over and wrapped me in a strong hug. “I figured you had forgotten, but I never will!” She exclaimed. “Happy Birthday Eliza.”

 

I felt a wave of relief wash through me. Was it my birthday? The last month had been such a torrent of strange and sometimes miraculous events. My birthday had faded from conscious thought. It would have slipped right past without a second thought from me if it hadn’t been for Cami. I hugged her back tightly, “Thank you so much.” It almost came out as a sob of joy.

 

Everywhere people were laughing, smiling, and enjoying life. It was wonderful. I mingled, talking with friends, and familiar faces, as well as making friends with a few Wylder that I didn’t know. There was cake, with homemade frosting and everything. It had to have been the best party I’d ever had. I was elated. There was even dancing to the strange music from the Old World provided by Bobby. Rees was dressed to kill, in a pair of form fitting jeans and a T-shirt that though large, still seemed snug against his muscular frame. He seemed more relaxed I noted, at home. He was smiling talking with Binala, but more than once when he thought I wasn’t looking, I saw him staring at me.

 

Absent from the party was Tarin. I asked around about him. Several people swore they had seen him, but had no clue where he had run off to. I felt like he was ignoring me on purpose. It made me more than a little sad. I wandered out the back door, heading for the solitude. As the door clicked shut behind me, the sounds of merriment died away. The air was brisk, but not cold. The faintest breeze blew, tossing loose locks of my hair around. I leaned on the railing of the porch, taking a deep breath of the fresh autumn air. That’s when I saw him, standing under the bare branches of a grisly old oak tree out on the back lawn. The moon was out now, and the light was catching him just right, giving him an ethereal appearance. He reminded me of a dream I’d had weeks earlier.

 

I snuck down to him, “What are you doing all alone out here?” I whispered.

 

He didn’t jump or bat an eye, as if he already knew I was there, “Why aren’t you enjoying your party?” He asked, ignoring mine.

 

I swished my foot around in the dirt, unsure of what to say, “I dunno. I felt like being outside.” I offered leaning my back against the tree. “You didn’t answer my question.”

 

He turned then, looking into my eyes. There was a fire there. “You know you’ve caused us, me, a lot of problems.” His voice carried a fierceness to it I hadn’t expected, “Before you came along everything was so simple.”

 

I looked away feeling ashamed. I had battled with these same feelings, thoughts within myself all to often as of late. Just like when dealing with my inner monologue, I had no answer for him either. “I know, I’m sorry.”

 

I thought I might cry in that moment. I guess he isn’t as fascinated with me as I thought. I willed my legs to work, to turn and walk away. Nothing happened at first, then a shift, I started to turn away. Turn and walk back to the house, rejoin the party I didn’t feel I deserved. I was stopped by a warm hand on my cheek, it held me, turned me. I found myself staring into Tarin’s light brown eyes, the green flecks barely noticeable in the darkness. My breathing stilled as he moved closer, my eyes closed on their own. I felt the warm silk softness of his lips as they brushed mine. It was a gentle kiss, full of longing. It grew in urgency as he pressed them harder to mine. There, under the oak in the moonlight I let myself float away in the kiss I’d been dreaming of.

Chapter 23: Scavengers

Two weeks had passed since my birthday, and the unexpected kiss with Tarin. I was getting into a groove in the community. Already I knew most of the town’s residents by name, and would greet them each morning. Everyday I would journey with many of the other citizens without permanent roles within the city and see what volunteer work I could find for the day. Everyone was expected to lend a hand and I was no exception.

 

I found a variety of jobs, from helping to tend fields, to orchards, general labor to help with ongoing construction projects, or even helping for the day some of the few elderly that lived on the generosity of those around them. My favorite daily task though, was also to scavenge in the Old World for things the growing town needed. Several times, I had volunteered for this task, and would continue as often as I could.

 

Not Surprising, Tarin more often than not would lead these expeditions. He would pick a particular area on the outskirts of Nashboro and lead a team there. Then we would separate into small groups, and go looking for things that we could repair or scavenge for things that could be remade into something useful. A lot of the time, we were looking for metal. Boren was a well-trained metalworker. He was one of the few Wylder that was old enough to remember the world before it burned. We were always stripping old buildings, vehicles, and anything else we could get our hands on for raw metal. Boren would melt it all down with the help of his apprentices and churn out useful things for the community. Most of the time he created tools, things that would help us build a bigger, better town for our growing population. After recent events however, he had begun to experiment in making weapons as well. It was new territory for him, and he was relishing in the challenge, drawing on memories of ancient weaponry and trial and error to fashion implements of death for those that needed them.

 

Having no abilities, at least none that have manifested, I was the first recipient of his new foray into weapon-smithing, a long thin bladed weapon. It looked like a knife to me, but he called it a stiletto. I had it today, hanging on a special loop he had fashioned for my belt.

 

Everyone on today’s mission had separated into various small groups. As usual, I was tagging along with Tarin. Ever since our kiss, we had been inseparable. We were in a small abandoned town well to the north of Nashboro, a small place that used to be known as Gallatin. So far, things had been uneventful. We had rode into town in an old beat up truck, parked in a run down lot of some long forgotten giant store. We sat for a bit, talking about the differences we had experienced growing up. What life was like in Nashboro; how different his life had been growing up outside of humanity, living only amongst the Wylder. Then we got to work, entering the corpulent building. It was massive on the inside, an endless sea of empty rusting shelves. A large hole rotted into the ceiling provided a shaded dull orange illumination all around, giving the place a haunted feel. Almost an hour later, though it felt like more with the grueling, backbreaking work we were doing, we had filled up half the bed of the truck.

 

“I need a break.” I stated after hurling a huge spool of stripped wire into the back of the truck. “Not all of us have unnatural strength and endurance.” I ribbed Tarin with a smile; he had yet to break a sweat.

 

“Fine, but the sooner we get this done, the sooner we can get back to town and chill.” He had a strange mischievous look.

 

I sat on the tailgate breathing a little heavy. Without a word, he plopped right down next to me. The silence was intense; I could feel him staring at me. My cheeks started to burn under his gaze. “What?” I asked exasperated.

 

He was silent a few moments before answering, “Just thinking about the first time I saw you, and how different things would be if I had chosen anywhere else to forage that day.”

 

I grinned a little without thinking, “Ohh? And what did you think the first time you saw me?”

 

“That you smelled weird!” He replied enthusiastically without thinking.

 

My mouth dropped open in shock and I gave him a playful shove, “You should never say that to a girl.”

 

“Why not? You did smell strange. It was,” He paused letting his voice trail off, “Intoxicating.”

 

I almost laughed, “Well, that’s a little better I guess. I thought maybe you meant I stunk.” I gave him another push for good measure.

 

He grunted and fell off the tailgate with a thud and grabbed his injured leg while groaning. I jumped up, kneeling at his side, afraid I had hurt him worse. I had forgotten about the injuries he had suffered helping me. “Are you ok?”

 

He laughed and pounced at me with an agility I wasn’t prepared for. The next thing I knew I was laid out on my back, pinned down under his muscular form. I felt my heartbeat quicken, the fluttering in my stomach. The brisk October wind on my cheek, the gentleness of his fingers stroking my hair. It was near perfection, or at least as close as I thought I’d ever come. Then just like under the oak tree, he kissed me. This time there was none of the shy timidity of before. It was long, deep, filled with passion and yearning. It spoke a thousand words to me, whispered of longing and desire. I never wanted it to end.

 

“Hmm, should I come back?” A voiced surprised us, Tarin scrambled off me, a sheepish grin plastered on his face.

 

I sat up, trying to find the voice. Aeolia shimmered into existence nonchalantly a few feet from me. All my excitement drained from me, if she was here, something was wrong. She wouldn’t journey all the way out here for just any old reason. I gulped, “What’s up Aeolia?”

 

“Your presence is requested in Springwell, something has, happened.” She was vague, distant. Her melodic voice was terse, I knew whatever it was, I wasn’t going to like it.

 

“Ok, let us finish loading up and we will head back right away.” I said motioning to Tarin and the truck.

 

She gave a quick shake of her head, “No time for wasting, Tarin can make it back well enough on his own. Can’t you?” She gave him a knowing look that dared him to argue.

 

He nodded, and set about once again loading the truck. I noticed he was moving quicker than usual, he seemed rushed now. He said nothing but his body language decried concern.

 

I sighed. Of course my bliss couldn’t last. I felt cursed. If it wasn’t one thing, it was another. No rest for me I thought. I wonder what disaster fate has lain at my feet this time. “Let’s go I guess.” I felt Aeolia’s hand on my shoulder, and we were gone. 

Chapter 24: The News

The trip through the ether didn’t leave me as disoriented this time. We appeared in the same spot; I would’ve expected gawkers, but the square was quite empty. She set off, or I guess I should say floated off, towards Bobby’s. I followed, determination in my stride, I gave little notice to the few townsfolk I passed.

 

As we approached Bobby’s, I knew why the town looked empty. A large crowd gathered around Bobby’s house, and Sesha, Tarin’s farther, along with several other tribesmen stood guard along the porch. I had no idea if they were there to guard the townsfolk, or to keep them from whatever danger lurked within. I gulped and pushed my way through the crowd. Sesha nodded at me as he stepped to the side. With apprehension, I pulled the door open and stepped inside.

 

I could hear them before I could see them. Cami wailed incoherently as Bobby tried to calm her. Nali, connected to Cami, fluttered mid-air, a mess of fast paced cries and squeaks. My fear grew as I approached the bedroom door. A horrible sense of dread crawled through my spine and stomach, how bad could it be inside? A million thoughts ran through my mind. Not one of them could have prepared me for what lay beyond the door.

 

The bed had a strange red hue to it, a crimson chaos of bloody towels, and lying in the middle of it all, a battered beaten figure, that I soon realized had to be Dhamon. My knees went weak, and I thought I might collapse on the spot. His face was mashed, a swollen blueish-purple disaster. Someone worked him over good. “Who did this?” I cried out as I neared closer to the bed. “Did the Wylder do this? Is that why there are guards posted?” I said, looking at Bobby.

 

He gave a shake of his head, “No, I know of no Wylder that would do this to an unarmed human. Binala found him wandering the Old World; a few miles outside the wall of Nashboro.”

 

“Then why all the guards?”

 

“To keep the curious away, and just in case whoever did this to him isn’t finished. He fell unconscious right after she found him, and we just don’t know who did this to him, or if he is going to wake up.”

 

The edges of my eyes brimmed with tears, “How bad is it? Is he going to die?” I pulled Cami into a deep warm hug as I spoke to Bobby; I could only imagine how devastated she felt.

 

“I’m no doctor, so I couldn’t say for sure. He isn’t Wylder, so his injuries will heal human slow.” The moisture from Cami’s tears pooled on my shirt, and stuck to me.

 

“Isn’t there anything we can do for him? All these Wylder with strange gifts, someone has to have the power to help him.” I retorted, rage bleeding through my tone. A rouge color rose across my face. Once again, I found myself asking for more help from those that had already done so much for me.

 

“It’s not something that I’ve heard of anyone being able to do,” He shrugged.

 

I helped Cami up off the floor, and led her to the living room. No need for her to sit in despair watching. We sat on the couch, forlorn, in silence. “You want a drink?” I asked

 

She gave a brief shake of her head, her face soaked with tears and hair in wild disarray. “Come on, I know crying is thirsty work.” I urged, and without waiting for an answer, I retreated to the kitchen for drinks. I rummaged through the fridge, which I thought well stocked for such a small town. I grabbed two waters and started back for the living room. I paused near the door; I could hear a conversation. Had someone come in? No, I realized, Cami had begun talking to Nali.

 

“He can’t die, he just can’t.” She spoke, the indignation of the thought bleeding from her voice. “He’s the only guy I’ve ever loved. I know they did this to him because of us.”

 

I felt a sad smile creep across my face. It’s true I thought, she’s had her heart set on Dhamon for years now. I could remember, even as younger kids, her chasing after him, yearning. I could see them through the doorway, though I remained unnoticed.

 

Nali hugged her from behind, draping herself across Cami’s back. “We could try you know?”

 

“Try? I don’t understand.” A gasped sob resounded from her as she spoke.

 

“Well, I’m not sure how to explain it. I can feel people.” She wore a puzzled expression as she searched for words not natural to her. “I see their spirits I think, or whatever part of them is the same as me.”

 

“But try what? You’re not making much sense Nali.” She whined.

“I’m not sure, but I can try to heal him from the inside. I don’t know what will happen or if it will even help.” She squeezed Cami a bit harder, “But I’d try anything to make you feel better.”

 

“Will it hurt you?”

 

“Oh, I’m sure it’ll be fine, what’s the worst that could happen.” Her mood light, almost chipper.

 

I interrupted, as I stepped into the room with the waters. “I’m not sure this is a good idea. What if something happens to Nali and Dhamon still doesn’t make it?” I said. I had a flutter of hope wash over me as I had listened, but someone needed to be the voice of caution.

 

Cami smiled through the tears, “You heard her, it should be fine.” Her movements were more graceful, full of energy. The thought of saving him had revitalized her.

 

She stood, Nali in tow and headed to where Dhamon lay. I followed, what else could I do. I stood, transfixed at the door. Cami knelt next to the bed, taking his limp hand in hers. Her eyes closed as she concentrated. An electric buzz filled the air, emanating from her. It vibrated across my skin, alive, full of energy. I could feel the weight of its power pressing against me.

 

Nali hovered over Dhamon, her head cocked to the side as she watched him. Her body gleamed, iridescent, then paled, as she turned translucent and winked out of existence. I was horrified that something had gone wrong, but the force never wavered and soon Dhamon began to flicker with an ethereal light. Vague at first, hard to discern, but grew in intensity till it was painful. My brain forced me to look away; my eyes squeezed shut of their own volition, trying to block it out.

 

As fast as it started, the light faded. I looked back, not sure what to expect. Dhamon no longer looked half dead. His breathing slowed, relaxed, as peacefulness fell upon him. I crept closer in silence afraid I might wake him. His clothing remained in shambles, and his face looked no better, but he didn’t appear to be hanging onto frayed edges of life.

 

Cami stood and I took her hand in mine as we watched. A flutter in his eyes brought him to consciousness. He stared ahead, a lost look on his face as his eyes adjusted. Then he saw us, recognition apparent on his face. I thought he might smile, or make one of his usual attempts at wit. I was mistaken. I will never forget his first words to us.

 

A sad apathetic tremble rode his voice as he spoke, “I’m sorry. They took your families.”

 

It took a few moments for those words to sink in. It came as a small wave far offshore, growing as it moved closer. Huge, insurmountable, destructive as it crashed over me. It hit me with an overpowering force that crushed my world around me. My hand slipped from Cami’s as the shock turned to darkness.

Chapter 25: The Awakening

 

I awoke to find myself in one of the spare rooms at Bobby’s. I didn’t know what time it was, but from the lack of light shining through the window, I knew it must be after sunset. I sighed, wanting more than anything just to roll over and go back to sleep. Maybe if I pretended none of this happened, I would wake up tomorrow only to find it had been a concoction of my imagination. A warm strong hand slipped beneath the covers to take mine. A concerned gentleness filled me and I looked over, already knowing what I’d find.

 

Tarin smiled, “Welcome back. You had us a little worried when you fainted.”

 

I forced a smile in return, I still felt numb, empty. “I guess it was just to much of a shock for me. How is Dhamon doing?”

 

“He’s still very weak, but Bobby thinks he will survive. No one is quite sure what Nali did, but it worked.”

 

“Yes, I dunno. I could feel the power in whatever she did. It amazed me.” He looked away, only for a moment but it was enough. “What?”

 

“Well, Nali hasn’t reappeared. Cami says she can still feel her, but she can no longer talk to her.”

 

“What about our families, has he said anything else about what’s going on in Nashboro?”

 

“Um, I think maybe you should have that conversation with him yourself. Not now though, it’s late and you should get some more sleep. I have it on good authority that he is sleeping anyway.”

 

He gave my hand a little squeeze, leaned in and gave me a soft chaste kiss before leaving. I wanted more than that and almost made myself go after him. Instead, I snuggled deeper into the blankets. I tossed and turned for what could have been an eternity before sleep claimed me again. That night, my dreams were a tortured mosaic of memories from my time in the compound thrown together with vague disturbing images of my family and friends.

 

When I awoke again, I found myself alone. Pale yellow light filtered through the old white curtains on the window, signifying morning. I threw back the covers, and stood, stretching my muscles as I grimaced in distaste that I still wore my clothes from yesterday. I shrugged it off. My stomach was grumbling, so I headed for the kitchen.

 

Much to my surprise, I found Cami and Dhamon sitting at the table enjoying breakfast. Dhamon looked a bit better, the bruises covering his face had lightened in color, and the swelling had started to recede, though he still looked like a ripe plum. Cami was back to her usual self, laughing and flirting with him as she shoveled food into her mouth. This however, ceased as soon as I entered the room.

 

“Good Morning,” I said, “What time is it?”

 

“Just a little past eight.” Cami replied.

 

“Anymore food?” I asked.

 

“No, but I can whip you some up if you like.”

 

“I’m not really hungry.” I plopped down in a chair at the table, eager to pick Dhamon’s brain for information. “Dhamon.”

 

“I know I know, tell you everything. I was at least hoping I would get to finish breakfast.” His voice came out with a wheezing sound through his swollen disfigured nose. “What do you want to know first?”

 

“Why don’t you start at the beginning, that tends to be a good place.”

 

He rolled his eyes, “Well everything was normal after you disappeared. Enforcers showed up at your house though, told your parents you were Wylder and had been taken. I didn’t believe it for a second.”

 

“I am Wylder, at least according to everyone else. I don’t have any powers though.”

 

He looked hard at me, and then nodded. “Yeah Nali says you are.”

 

I looked around the room confused, “Wait what?”

 

“Oh that’s right, you’ve been out of it. Um well, Nali is kinda stuck. We aren’t sure how, but she seems to have merged with my spirit or something. We aren’t sure how or why or what it even means yet.”

 

“Wow. Anyways.”

 

“Well about two weeks ago. Mrs. Davenport.”

 

“The headmaster at the Academy Davenport?”

 

“Yes her. Are you gonna let me tell the story or not?”

 

I rolled my eyes and threw my hands up in a defeated gesture, “Go ahead.”

 

“Well she made a big announcement to all of Nashboro. She told everyone that a secret Enforcer training base had been attacked and ransacked by a vicious group of Wylder, and that because intelligence said we were the next target that they were instituting marshal law. She also went on about Wylder sympathizers within the city and that the enforcers would be rounding them up.”

 

A knot formed in my stomach, I nodded I think, but said nothing. Had I caused this? My mind was reeling. The compound of enforcers, the attack, or escape, since that’s what it was, had all been a result of my actions.

 

“I can’t say for sure, but I don’t think they are rounding up sympathizers. Seemed to me more like they were taking everyone that had ever had a relation that was Wylder." Bobby told me being Wylder is a genetic thing. I was worried what Mrs. Davenport might do, so I tried to slip through the walls to come find you. I ran into a couple of enforcers near the wall with no way around them. I got the jump on them, but they still managed to work me over real good. If your friend Binala hadn’t found me, I don’t think I would be alive.”

 

“I’m sorry Dhamon, this is all my fault.”

 

“Don’t blame yourself. That lady is crazy, like cat lady crazy.”

 

“I can’t help but feel like this is all my fault, if I hadn’t run off after Cami, then none of this would of happened.”

 

“Nah, they would’ve figured out you were Wylder right? Then you would’ve gotten taken. Who would have saved Cami then? You did the right thing I think.” He said.

 

I didn’t feel like I did the right thing, but who knows, Maybe I had. I pushed myself from the chair and left without a word to them. In silence, I left the house, heading for my room. I had been staying at Sesha’s with their tribe, and didn’t want anyone, Tarin included, to stop me. So, I snuck in the back filled my back with what little I could gather without being noticed, and snuck back out.

Chapter 26: Alone in the Wild

Traipsing through the woods during the day, not that hard, I just used the sun as a guide and set off in to the southeast knowing that I’d hit the wall soon enough. I spent most of the day doing just that. Though, I stopped for breaks and to eat. The going was easy, even pleasant. A few times I stopped, thinking I had heard something crunching around in the underbrush, and then dismissed it as a squirrel or rabbit. I doubted anyone from town noticed I left. Even if they had, they couldn’t know what I intended to do. How could they when even I didn’t know?

 

After a daylong trek through the woods, the sun started to go down. Strange shadows shifting in the pale crescent moonlight played tricks on my eyes. Nervous adrenaline coursed through me as nocturnal creatures came out to play, their cries echoing all around me. My foot snagged the root of a massive gnarled old tree and I fell to my knees. A sharp shot of pain ricocheted through my leg, forcing me to sit for a few minutes.

 

After a few minutes, I forced myself back to my feet. I needed to get to Nashboro, and sitting around nursing a hurt knee didn’t help me get any closer. I limped for a bit, but soon the pain eased and I was able to continue without too much effort. The movement of the moon overhead was the only indicator of time passing that I had. I didn’t know how long or far I had traveled that day. Miles upon endless miles I thought. I had hoped that I would have reached the outer wall of Nashboro by now. I didn’t want to be stuck out in the Old World longer than was necessary.

 

I knew I wouldn’t be able to continue much longer tonight. After going all day, and into much of the evening, my body screamed at me. Pain from bumps and bruises, my slowed pace from exhaustion, everything about this trip had started taking its toll on me, and I needed sleep. I searched as my progress slowed for somewhere to camp for the night. With the sun down, the October chill had set in full force, and while dressed warm enough, the wind was beginning to bite through my clothes.

 

I found a rocky outcropping on a huge hill. It shielded me from the worst of the wind, but provided little comfort. I dropped my bag and started collecting wood from nearby; the work was tedious but the reward of a warm fire made the effort worthwhile. A cold meal of jerky and bread, washed down with water brought little relief to my stomach. I stretched out wrapped in a blanket I brought for the chill. Winter’s icy hand didn’t have a good grip on the land yet, so I wouldn’t freeze. I lay there, staring at the fire, watching it crackle and hiss, spitting small bits of red embers skyward. Why can’t life just be simple like this I wondered? Simple and easy is how I wanted it, instead of this constant worry about the fate of those closest to me.

 

At some point, I must have dozed off. I woke, startled from my sleep by the sound of branches breaking. I sat up, the sky had just started growing lighter far to the east, and the light of my fire had long since died away. I scanned the pale darkness, and saw them. Three figures, picked there way through the brush, making there way to my camp. A vague flash of metal sent my adrenaline pumping hard. Should I run? Was I in danger? My brain screamed at me to run, but my body refused to listen, and I sat, paralyzed as I watched them make their way to me. By the time I recognized the uniforms of enforcers, I had no time to run.

 

“What have we got here?”

 

“Oh, you know, just your typical Wylder heading for the city.” I said.

 

They reacted just as I had anticipated, weapons drawn, pointed right at me, “Come on guys, there’s no need for all that. I’m just one young girl all alone. Surely you aren’t afraid of little old me?”

 

My humor did little to lighten the mood, gaining me nothing but dubious looks. “What are you doing headed for the city? Wylder aren’t welcome there, especially now.”

 

“I’ve heard all about the drama Mrs. Davenport started. In fact that’s why I’m going, seems she’s holding families against their will. Seems my attack on the secret enforcer base has gotten everyone riled up.”

 

In hindsight, ragging on them about their base, and everything I knew, on top of claiming responsibility and giving the impression that I was dangerous, didn’t turn out to be one of my better ideas. I blinked as I heard the electronic click of the trigger. Then I felt the stinging bite as the metal prongs bit into my flesh. The sensation was thrilling, all of my nerves alive, on fire, seizing. I think I smiled as I lost consciousness.  

Chapter 27: Home Sweet Nashboro

I awoke in terror. My dark metallic surroundings reminded me of my time in the compound those weeks ago. Plain polished surfaces reflected my figure back at me in the dim florescent lighting. The numbness I felt, a result of the electrocution or my own abject horror, I didn’t know.

 

I sat there in silence, running through the events of the past few days. I needed assurance that I had escaped the compound and hadn’t only been dreaming it all. I concentrated on Tarin, and the brief moments of romance, letting them concrete me in reality. It helped, not a lot but it did help. Of course, I still found myself once again imprisoned. My need to fix the problems in my life dragged me once again into a drastic situation that I saw no clear solution to. The waiting continued, with no end in sight. No meals were forthcoming, no visitors, nothing, just waiting. It got to the point of maddening. I tried to pass the time, letting my mind wander to thoughts of my family, my friends and the odd Nali situation they found themselves in, and of course, I thought of Tarin. I knew he must have been going out of his mind with worry by now. I pictured him, discovering my disappearance, trying to convince everyone to chase after me, only to give up and come searching for me on his own. It sounded like him.

 

I sighed, rolling over on the hard mat that served as a mattress. My stomach grumbled at me in despair. I heard a click; at first, I thought I imagined it, then another click. My heart started pounding as the door slide open. Two dour faced enforcers stood there looking at me; the lights brightened turned up for their safety. They converged on me, cuffed me without a word and led me into the hall.

 

We traveled through the halls of some structure I couldn’t recall ever seeing before. The halls were massive open areas, capable of fitting masses of people through. We turned right, headed up a narrow staircase. We stopped at a door. They opened it, thrust me through the entryway, and closed it behind me. I found myself in a large open room. It contained a bar, a row of couches, a few monitors in various places along the walls. To my surprise, an entire wall had been taken out, and in its place, a clear glass window had been placed.

 

“Pretty interesting isn’t it?” A voice said.

 

I turned to the voice. Mrs. Davenport’s smiled as I looked at her. “You should see the view from over here. It really is quite spectacular.”

 

I shook with rage, fought the urge to attack her. The fact that I remained restrained would have prevented me from doing any real damage to her anyway. I walked over to where she sat, trying to keep my cool. I wished my hands were free; clawing out her eyes would have pleased me. I stopped and stood just out of arms reach from her. She hadn’t been lying I thought as I gazed out the window. I knew where we were now, the old Stadium. My father had talked about it before, a grand arena he called it. In his youth, they had played games in places like this, for the amusement of humanity.

 

“I thought you’d appreciate seeing it empty. Also, we had so little time to talk last time. Just us girls.” Mrs. Davenport said.

 

“I’ve got nothing to say to you witch.”

 

“You know, you’ve caused quite an uproar for us. Running off after your friend, staging attacks on my convoys, getting yourself caught so you could take down our secret military base.”

 

“None of that was my fault. If you hadn’t been taking the Wylder to experiment on none of this would have happened.”

 

She grew angry at my words and struck me across the face, “Your people are an abomination of mankind.” She stood and paced around me as she continued, “You are wild dangerous animals and must be dealt with as such.”

 

“Oh really?” I asked. “If we are so dangerous how come I’ve never heard of the Wylder harming anyone in Nashboro before?”

 

She said nothing, and just stared at me with distaste.

 

“That’s right, because it’s not true. I lived with them, and despite there differences, they are just as human as us, sometimes more so. But people like you would rather experiment on them without really knowing them.”

 

“It’s thinking like that, that has brought us to where we are. You and your kind are filth. You must be eradicated from this planet before we can rule it again.” She said, “That is why tomorrow. You and anyone who has ever had a child test as Wylder will be publicly executed, right here in this stadium, with the whole city watching. Then everyone will know who rules Nashboro and what happens to those that oppose us.”

 

I lunged at her as she finished speaking. Pure rage and hatred flowed through me; I had no mind, only the unsatisfied desire to cause this foul woman pain, unending pain. Her fist connected with my face; it brought me to a halt and forced me to my knees. I glared at her, malice and intent written on my face. I ignored the pain, and just stared at her in knowing silence. She pressed a button and I heard the door open behind me. I didn’t struggle as the guards hauled me to my feet and drug me away. I kept staring into her eyes, she paled a little, she knew I had nothing but her death on my mind.

 

I spent the night in my cell somewhere on the premises of the arena. I spent it in lonesome contemplation of my life. A bliss filled childhood of ignorance, getting told stories of the Old World, how wonderful it had seemed. Then the pandering stories of the Wylder, told as ghost stories to frighten children. Stay out of the Old World, it isn’t safe they said. Into my years of school, being told filtered truths society was willing to tell, leaving me with only more questions. The long days of hard work in the field, tending crops to feed the masses within Nashboro came to mind. After that, the rebellious entry and exploration of the Old World by my friends and I. Then this year, the Academy, Wylder being taken with force, from their friends, and family. Cami’s disappearance, and everything I went through to find her.

 

Tears brimmed in my eyes, the unfairness of it all was staggering. I thought of Tarin, So brave, and genuine. Did I love him? Probably. What did it matter now I thought, after tomorrow it will all be over. The coolness of tears slid along my cheek. My friends, family and the family of all those Wylder I fought to save were all going to die tomorrow. The impending doom of it all weighed on my shoulders as I wept. I decided to let them go tonight. Tomorrow I would not give her the satisfaction of seeing my despair. I held no hope of salvation this time, I knew the numbers of enforcers in the city. If by some miracle help came, what could so few do against that many armed soldiers. The city would become a river of blood, thousands would die, Wylder included. The people of Nashboro in their discriminating knowledge of them would rise up, the resulting massacre would be on the level of things I read about in history. No, better to let it end with me I thought.

Chapter 28: The Arena

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I must have. The dim cell in which I awoke gave me no clear indication of the time. It didn’t matter I thought, soon enough nothing would matter. Though I remained locked away, I could hear noise, subtle, almost inaudible through the walls of my cage, but I could hear it. I imagined the view from the glass room again, high above the arena, overlooking everything. People streaming in from all over the city to watch whatever Mrs. Davenport planned. Did they know I wondered? Were they aware that they came to watch a public execution? Would they be surprised to see friends and co-workers, people they had known for years, lined up and murdered for no other reason than they had a genetic disposition that bore Wylder? Would they care that they could be next? Would fear of the unknown overpower their sense of decency, of right and wrong? What would they do if they knew; they could be next to fall under her malice. I sighed, I knew what the sounds of a gathering crowd meant. People were arriving and that meant it was well into the morning, and time ticked away towards the end of my life. A chill rolled through me, starting at my toes and washing up through me. Is this really it I asked myself; am I going to die today to thunderous applause?

 

I spent more time just waiting. I almost wished they would hurry up and get it over with. Almost. Soon, I heard the horrifying click of the door unlocking. Cold adrenaline washed through me at the sound. A bitter bile taste retched the back of my throat as panic set in. This time as the door creaked open, the urge to fight set in. Mrs. Davenport must have suspected that I would be less than enthusiastic about my impending demise, because this time instead of two enforcers, seven stood in the hall outside my door. My eyes and cheeks scrunched up in revulsion; I knew I stood little chance against two guards, let alone seven.

 

They cuffed me yet again and led through the massive complex. People milled about; no doubt, the entire city would be present for this spectacle. Some stopped to stare at me on my march. I paid them little attention, my mind blank and numb. This time, they led me downstairs into some kind of locker room for the old sports players. Worn benches, unused showers, large tubs were scattered about the room; a dank musty smell assaulted my nostrils. We didn’t tarry there; instead, we pushed through into a long corridor. At the end, I could see the blinding light of a noon sun pouring in through an open cavity. Alarms again started sounding off in my head, I knew this would bring me center stage in front of the city. I would be laid bare before everyone in the center of that grassy field I looked upon from on high only the day before. I stopped on the cusp of the opening, and stared into the blinding light. My eyes half closed of their own volition, not willing to bare it. I knew that I had to go out there and face whatever lay in store for me, but my body resisted.

 

I stumbled forward, a rough shove from behind courtesy of an enforcer pushed me across the threshold. It took a few minutes for my eyes to adjust to the blinding brightness of the October sky. The deafening roar of so many citizens gathered in one place died down to a murmur washing over me as I stood, waiting on my eyes to adjust. That intense feeling of being watched crawled across my skin; I shivered fir a moment as hackles raised across my body. As my eyes began to adjust, my wonder grew at the display before me. A large stage decorated the center of the field. Enormous, it took up a little over half of the field I now stood on.

 

A single podium sat in front of it, and on stage were countless families, cuffed to a long singular bar that ran across the length of the platform. Men, women, even children of varying ages, all in varying degrees of despair. Some stood tall, confused stoic, wondering why all this was happening. Others were shaken, running the gamut from desperate pleading to languished crying. My heart bled for them, I couldn’t imagine what it must be like, ripped away from their homes without explanation, restrained and paraded in front of the masses like this. The angry resenting voice once again began prodding at the back of my mind. That’s when I saw them, my parents; they were hand in hand, grief stricken and among those that seemed silent and resigned to fate. I halted in my slow march towards the stage; I wanted to yell to them, ensure them everything would be all right. I couldn’t because hell, I didn’t even know myself. They hadn’t noticed me; they were busy looking out at the crowds.

 

Another shove, more violent than the first rocked my body. I stumbled and almost fell to the ground. After regaining my balance, I turned in a swift motion and gave the enforcers right behind me a scathing venomous glare, complete with a snarl. They were taken aback, shrinking away from me in discomfort. The anger beating away at my mind making a slow procession forward, I straightened my shoulders and posture. If this were the way things were going to go down, at least I would have it happen with my dignity in tact. The enforcers remained on the field as I ascended the stairs. They didn’t chain me to the pole like the others. What would be the point? There was nowhere for me to go. Enforcers littered the field, and when I scanned the once again roaring crowds in the stands I could easily spot the enforcers placed all around in their shiny uniforms and menacing weapons.

 

As I walked, the gaze of those gathered burned into my back. I ignored them all, keeping my eyes glued on my parents. Their faces lit up with recognition, dad even tried to rush to me, but the restraints on his hand jerked him back towards the poles that held them. I couldn’t restrain myself any longer and burst into a full run. I all but collapsed into their embrace. How long had it been I wondered. Thinking back, I realized almost two months had passed since I had seen them. Mom began crying, and I could tell dad was on the verge as well. I smiled to them, trying to reassure them, despite knowing what Mrs. Davenport had planned.

 

“Where on earth have you been young lady?” Dad asked.

 

Redness rushed to rouge my cheeks as my eyes scrunched into a grimace, guess I should have expected him to start like this, “I uhm, well.”

 

“Leave her alone David.” My mother squeezed me harder than she ever had before. “This is neither the time or place for that.”

 

“No it’s ok mom. Well Dad, I met this Wylder guy when I was exploring the Old World. He saved me from a pack of Wild Dogs. Then Cami got taken, and no one would tell me what they did with the Wylder they took. So, I ran off to the Wylder. They helped me find Cami, they are really nice, and I think you would both like them.” Once I started, I couldn’t stop myself. “I dunno what they told everyone, but most of it’s lies. We did overturn a base in the Old World, but it was a secret research facility where they were doing experiments on the Wylder, me included.”

 

“What do you mean you included?”

 

“They did all kinds of horrible stuff to us. But it doesn’t matter, all that is over with now and I’m here.” I hugged them again.

 

“Why would they experiment on you? You’re not Wylder.”

 

“Well, everyone seems to think I am. Really though I feel just like everyone else. I don’t have any strange powers like some of the Wylder.”

 

I considered telling them what Mrs. Davenport had in store for today, but decided against it. They would find out soon enough, no reason to cause early grief. A small sigh escaped me, but went unnoticed. Just then, a procession of armed enforcers appeared at the end of the field, followed by a number of lesser political figures within the city. Mrs. Davenport entered last, strutting across the field behind them all, nose upturned. Watching her disgusted me, her and her obnoxious superiority complex. The angry voice in the back of my head persisted in its quiet push forward, one of my eyes twitched.

 

She stepped up to the podium and tapped the microphone a few times, sending a thump thump thump through the speakers that echoed through the stadium. Those gathered got quiet, their crescendo dulling down to a murmur of whispers floating through the air. The enforcers on the field formed a long line behind her, facing the stricken people on stage.

 

“Citizen’s of Nashboro. I have gathered everyone here today, so together; we can witness the beginning of the end of the Wylder scourge that has plagued us since the near destruction of humanity. I know you have all heard the reports of the attack on the enforcer-training base. I know many of you have been worried about the security of our fair city. Rest assured we are working day and night to make sure that these unholy creatures do not force their way through the perimeter walls.” She said.

 

I watched, many in the stands cheered, yelled, clapped. All in exaltation of this, foul woman who now claimed dictatorship over this community through fear and paranoia. They were all at the hands of a maniacal racist and they didn’t know it. What’s worse I thought, they don’t even realize they could be next on the chopping block.

 

“Through our tireless efforts. We have rounded up a large portion of Wylder sympathizers from our grand community. What’s more, we have a special treat for everyone. The perpetrator of the vicious slaughter of our young enforcers in training was caught trying to sneak back into the city. She stands before you, ready to be judged for her crimes alongside her conspirators.” She paused to turn and give a gesture in my direction.

 

“All of these criminals before you today, have been trying to strike at the very fabric of everything we have worked so hard to achieve. I tell you all right here and now. We will not stand for this, these creatures and their accomplices will be dealt with in the only way that they understand.” She turned again to the captain of the enforcers and gave a nod.

 

I closed my eyes, tears pouring from them as the sound of gunfire echoed through a now silent audience. Only the painful screams of those dieing at hands of a madwoman’s designs overshadowed the weapon’s discharges. A sudden movement on both sides jerked me back a step. I knew what it was before I even opened my eyes. My knee’s lost their ability to support me and I fell into my parent’s arms. They sagged under the weight and we crashed to the ground. The smell of coppery blood assaulted my senses, but there was no pain. I knew then how evil this woman was. I had been spared, saved as the main event. I lay there, embraced in my parent’s arms, forced to watch as the gaping wounds poured blood. I held them, not caring about the sticky wetness of blood as it soaked into my clothes. I stared into their eyes until life left them vacant. I descended into a sobbing weeping mess, unable to move or speak. I couldn’t help myself and at that moment wished for nothing other than my turn to come. I ignored the unintelligible shouts of the crowds, the rough calls for order from Mrs. Davenport, nothing mattered anymore.

 

That’s when it happened. I would have sworn I imagined it at first, but no, it remained. A whisper of power in the air, a small taut current of energy inundated everything around me. It hummed through me, soothing my tortured soul. I blinked away the tears, scanning for the source. I almost missed her, so faint in her appearance that sunlight streamed freely through her. Aeolia, she stood amongst the crowds, unmoving against the backdrop of chaos. She smiled at me, the same unfaltering self-confident smile she always wore, in that moment I knew I was saved.

Chapter 29: The Beast Within

The voice in my head nagged as I scanned the chaos. Screams of terror rained down on me from the audience. Enforcers reached for weapons they thought they wouldn’t need. All through the crowds, I saw them appear, wraiths intermingled with the masses. A Palustri, half shifted with the body of a man, but the fur, claws and snarling head of a Jaguar rushed an enforcer who fumbled for his gun. He reacted to slow and went down, as terrified people hurried to get out of the way. Nearby, a gigantic bear towered over the people; I smiled when I realized it was Binala. She reached with paws nearly twice the size of the enforcer’s head picking him up, and in one smooth motion chucked him over the edge of the stands into the field below. The Ursus and her notorious temper never missed a step, as she took a shot to the arm. She charged forward and rammed knifelike claws into the offender’s guts. She splayed him open, letting the contents litter the ground.

 

Then I saw Gloria; a vicious snarling oversized mass of fur, claws and teeth. She leapt between chairs, bounding over bewildered citizens as she assassinated enforcers with the same prejudice they showed her in the Academy. As I watched her rip another enforcer to shreds, the largest cheetah I’ve ever seen bound through the air, well above the heads of onlookers. His spotted sides heaved with heavy breathing as he stalked along the field. His eyes never left the Enforcers that scrambled to encircle Mrs. Davenport.

 

Nalena appeared far off to my right. Her lithe muscular half tigress form glowed fiery orange in the bright afternoon light. She struggled to fight several armed guards that surrounded her. One went down from a swift powerful swipe to the throat. The others closed in on her. An enormous Lion charged in; it leapt a great distance. Its flowing golden mane whipped back from its open maw as it landed with a sickening crunch on a guard, crushing him to death before roaring in rage.

 

A loud screech reverberated around me. A shadow loomed overhead, passing across the field with lightning speed that I could barely follow. An owl, easily twice the size of a man, zipped through the air towards the stage, at the last second it turned, dove and caught an screaming enforcer in its taloned clutches. It regained its height in the air; the squirming man didn’t hinder it in the slightest. The owl hovered for several seconds before releasing the man; he fell, screaming the entire way, before his cries were silenced on impact.

 

So it went, the masses cowered in fear, or tried to flee. The enforcers present picked off one by one in short order, or surrendered. Only Mrs. Davenport and her loyalists remained on the field. The Wylder encircled them, prepared to rush them in an instant. The voice in my head would be ignored no longer. It come to the fore, whispered dark promises of sweet revenge; urged me to embrace myself, my power, and at long last, I relented.

 

It started as a rush of power in my toes, a sweet heat the rose across my body. Pain followed, excruciating mind numbing pain. It tore at me from the inside, an angry mob bent on breaking free of prison. I clawed at my arms, legs, face, writhing in the embrace of my lifeless parents. Joints popped, Bones neared their breaking point; I screamed, my voice harsh, feral.

 

Tarin stood with his people, and watched me, the shock at my Delacouri transformation apparent on his face; the enforcers and Mrs. Davenport stared in disgust. I stood, blood matted to the sleek spotted fur that ran the length of my body, in places it blended, disappearing into the intricate black pattern of prints that now decorated me. I bared my elongated fangs and snarled in Mrs. Davenport’s direction. Her face alighted with terror as I jerked my arms apart hard, snapping the cuffs with ease.

 

“Disarm them.” I shouted to the Wylder, “Kill any that resist.”

 

The Appearance of the Wylder in all their ferocity hadn’t been enough to convince them to surrender, but the terrifying transformation in blood they witnessed did. They threw down their weapons, abandoning Mrs. Davenport. I leapt from the stage with a graceful ease that thrilled me. I smiled, and paused to consider what that might look like in my current form. It almost made me laugh. I sauntered to the vile woman, resisting the overpowering urge to pounce and rip her apart. Instead, I snatched her up by the hair, and drug her back to the podium with me.

 

“Is this what you want?” I asked, “Hatred, Bigotry? Public executions of people who have done nothing except have a genetic predisposition to Wylder?” I used my free hand to point at the dead behind me.

 

“I grew up in this city. I know many of you. Friends and neighbors. I tell you now, this woman has lied to you all.”

 

“The Enforcer base the Wylder and I are accused of attacking. Was a secret research facility. All the Wylder that were taken and released into the Old World for your safety, were being sent there, to be experimented on, because they wanted to create an army of their own Wylder.”

 

I pulled Mrs. Davenport towards the microphone and hissed at her, “Tell them the truth.”

 

“I will say nothing.” She said.

 

I threw her to the ground, surprised at my new strength, “We didn’t attack them. We were attacked trying to rescue Wylder, and imprisoned in their base. The attack she speaks of was us revolting and breaking free.”

 

“All these creatures you see before you, each and every one of them. I am proud to call friend and family. They risked their lives, to come save me. I risked my life to come and try to save these people behind me.” I hung my head a little, as the realization that my parents just died hit me.

 

“The violence is almost over. After we leave today, if you want to hate and revile us for being different, that is your choice. I warn you though; we will not accept violence against us any longer. We can either work together as we should, or you can stay the hell away from us.”

 

“Or we can stand together and devote ourselves to what this community was founded for. To bring everyone together after the burning.” I said.

 

I stepped away from the mic and hovered over Mrs. Davenport. She looked at me fearful yet disgusted, “Now what to do with you.”

 

“Do what you will. You will always be disgusting non-human trash. The people will not stand for the Wylder. They will hunt you down like animals.”

 

I shrugged, “We shall see. I left the decision to them. I should imprison you, so you can’t cause more problems. That would be the humane thing to do.”

 

She nodded in agreement, but I could see the thoughts hidden in her eyes, escape, taking power again, and revenge. I looked back to the stage, then around the stands. I sighed, so much needless wasteful death. I couldn’t in good conscience allow this pathetic excuse for a human have any chance to try again. I looked down into her smug uncaring eyes, and let the beast within have its way. I snatched a clawed hand towards her with supernatural speed. She had only a moment for the surprise to cross her face as I ripped her throat out. She fell to the side, blood gushing, and a sickening gasping noise escaped her only a few times before she lay still.

 

I stared at my blood soaked hand. I realized I had just taken a life, not much of one, but a life all the same. The crimson splatter, warm and sticky felt no different that the blood soaked into my fur from my parents. I knew she deserved to die, and they didn’t. I’m not sure that justified it. I’m not sure I would ever be the same. 

Epilogue

We carried the dead from the stage, and buried them in Springwell. We figured they would want to be near the ones they left behind. I’ve joined the Delacouri tribe, and Tarin and I are an item. Cami and Dhamon’s situation remains complicated, and Rees has even started dating Binala, which surprised me.

 

Nashboro hasn’t attacked us, but they haven’t thrown open the gates with open arms either. They elected a new council to run the city, and even asked Bobby to join as an emissary for the Wylder. So I guess that’s a good sign that we can work together. All new Wylder are sent to us, which is better than any alternatives we could come up with.

 

I’m learning to control my new abilities. I spend my days doing volunteer work, and my evenings running through the Old World with Tarin. The freedom of being a Leopard is all I’ve ever hoped for. I’m thrilled to be a Wylder and in Love. I can’t wait to see where this new free life takes me. Wherever it leads, I’m sure of one thing; it will be one hell of a ride.  

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Texte: Duron Crejaro
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Lektorat: Duron Crejaro
Tag der Veröffentlichung: 09.07.2015

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