Mellie

Mellie cried softly, no sounds came from her shaking frame, no one should know of her pains, but the tears flowed in torrents out of her eyes, slowly wetting her cotton shirt.

She came back to her village this morning, with all the other orange refugees who escaped when the troops of the Order of Purification stormed the gates of their insignificant village.

She thought bitterly, her village was so insignificant that they could only be allowed by the city nation of the oranges, to send six children every year to the school of Nafoura, the irony was, Millie used to be one of the six children sent on her year.

She had only returned to her village after studying in Nafoura for three years when the war came, just started to commune with nature enough to have her own small field of corn, the most friendly and cooperative of plants.

When they escaped the attack, only a third of them came with, the others either stood to fight, or were already dead on the first assault.

Now, a year later, she came back, with only one fifth of the people who escaped alongside her, the rest fell to the marauding reds, the elements, or just from the anguish nature was screaming in their heads almost all the time.

She was thankful that she was not as powerful with her Vrill, or as sensitive to nature’s calls as some of the others who fell, this was ultimately the main reason that she survived.

But for what?

The village laid in ruins, not a soul left alive in the whole place, and to make it worse, the scars to nature were too strong and violent even for somebody who was as sensitive to nature as her, which was not much.

The tears flowing were only partially self pity tears, sadness, and anguish to what happened to the village, most of her tears as all the people who came back with her were caused by the screams of agony of nature at the spot of massacre.

Before the sunset, they all paid their respect to the dead, and to their anguished mother nature, and moved on.

They split in groups of threes and fours, to seek either the city which had its own burdens, or one of the refugee villages that they saw along their pilgrimage back home.

Mellie wiped her tears, and approached the leader of the group who decided to head towards the green nation, theorizing that this would be the least dangerous area, as ll the greens were wiped out, and the marauding gangs left after the war had nothing to gain in this area.

She turned one last time, before walking fast to join the others, in hope for a reason to live.

Characters from Agartha.

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