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Posted January 21, 2013
Posted January 6, 2013
I am sitting between Talin (whose last name, Sheperd, is extremely easy to pronounce, so I don't know how Mrs. Feyla couldn't) and Axis. I am staring straight ahead, deep in thought.
"Hey, Cappy, why so tense?" Talin asks. I look over at him to see him watching me.
"Me? Oh, no reason. We're just headed into a war in casual clothes with no weapons." The sting in my voice is clear.
"Well, so-rry. I, for one, am looking at the bright side of things! There is a chance, however small, that maybe one of us will survive the initial battle." He sounds joking.
"See, I, on the other hand, look at the truth. We're all gonna die." A voice from my right side says.
I glance over at Axis, and that green-yet-blue gaze meets mine. His tanned skin makes mine look even paler, and my skin seems to glow in the semidarkness. His messy, dark hair looks windswept, and it falls in his eyes some, which probably drives girls crazy.
"Truth, shmuth. Where's the fun in looking at the depressing side instead of the slightly less depressing side?" Talin grins. His skin looks natrually tan, but it's darker then Axis's. He has bronze hair that sweeps more forward instead of sideways. He taps his fingers on the armrests, which we unfortunately have to share. Both boys are using the armrests on either side of me, so I get none. I'm not in the mood to fight them for a stupid armrest, anyways, so I slump in my chair and sigh.
"That's terrible posture! Straight back, young lady. You'll live longer." Talin flicks me in the head.
"What?" I am genuinely confused.
"You don't live longer because of better posture." Axis says dismissively. "Besides, we're on our way to imminent death. What's the point?"
"At least when you die you'll be healthier!" Talin argues.
"You'll be lying somewhere, probably bruised and injured, bleeding to death, with a knife sticking out of your neck, or with a bullet through your skull." Axis replies coldly. Calla, across from us, glares at him.
"Thanks for that." She snaps. "We KNOW we'll most likely die in the war. Why are you two so eager to remind everyone of that?"
"I agree. Let's shut up about war." Lev adds. "So, who here has siblings?"
The others recall siblings, and I tell them about Ryde and Lark. Most kids nowadays have siblings, at least one. Only wealthy families have one child. There aren't many wealthy families anymore. Some high-ranking war veterans and their families, that's really it.
"Anyone dating?" Lev asks.
Surprisingly, no one is, not even very cute Axis.
Before anyone can respond, Mrs. Cirlu, the woman who accompanied us, hurries back to us, lugging a huge box.
"Weapons." She gasps. She opens the box and sets it on the table in the middle of the hovercraft's interior. "Choose. Quickly, we're about to land."
We begin searching.
Zola pulls out a sleek bow and quiver of red-feathered, black-shafted arrows. She slings the quiver over a shoulder and stands. Orion decides on a pair of small-ish axes. Calla arms herself with some throwing knives, and Lev grabs a broadsword. Talin pulls a wicked katana with a black blade, and tugs the hood of his black sweatshirt over his head. He looks dangerous, except the crazy grin on his face. I sigh and grab a light-weight, double-edged sword with worn leather wrapped around the hilt. Axis reaches into the bottom and pulls out an automatic shotgun.
"WHAT?" Talin gapes.
"Get some from dead opponents. Let's go." Axis nods to the open door in the ship's side, and we leap out.