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by Sian B. Claven
Twenty Elders came to their rescue.
Twenty cities across the world were established.
Twenty cities across the world were safe.
Twenty cities middle children went to Nirvana.
Whatever was making the noise scuttled through the trees swiftly, and moved before any light could touch it. Sonja stood under a tree, just off the clearing, and declared, “I am a Reclaimed of the Lord and I do not fear you.” Silence surrounded them. The five watching Reclaimed dropped shoulders in relief. Sonja smiled and said, “See, we have nothing to …” She didn’t get to finish her sentence, as something launched itself at her from behind, wrapping something long and black around her waist and dragging her into the forest and out of sight.
Chapter One – The Culling
Jacob, Christopher, Damian and the rest of the Reclaimed watched as they left. The group waited in silence, holding their breath as they heard the shuffling die down. It seemed they were safe. The group looked at Jacob, who shook his head. “Get ready to move forward.” A lot more of the Reclaimed muttered about returning to the Zone to see Elder Michelle. They stopped, though, as soon as they heard the shrieks. The loudest of all was Ethan, screaming at the top of his lungs for mercy and forgiveness, shrieking through tears and pain for the Lord to forgive him.
Those shrieks got closer.
Chapter Three – The Culling
As she was going backwards she noticed a young girl standing at the back door. Ebony frowned, still going up and down, but no longer moving her legs to build momentum. She saw the girl as she went up, lost sight of her, and as she came down saw the girl again. She was strange looking, and Ebony considered that may be she was one of the previous Reclaimed who made it to Nirvana, but her body temperature suddenly dropped, and a sense of a foreboding settled upon her. Something wasn’t right with this girl. Ebony slowed her swinging, keeping eyes on her. She was dressed in a white plain dress that hung to her ankles. It was nothing special, almost old fashioned. Ebony couldn’t make out the girl’s face because her long black hair hid it. As Ebony stopped the swing, she noticed the girl’s hands were blue, as though she was cold and had bad circulation. Ebony had seen it happen to some back at the Zone when the winters were particularly bad. Sitting now on the swing, she watched the unmoving girl.
Chapter Six – The Culling
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