Tushar Srivastav
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Chapter 44: Shattered Silence
🕑 Added 2025-08-21 15:10:37 +0000 UTCThere were days when the world felt like a warm hug, when it was just laughter, light, and love. This was before the fear crept in and the ground seemed to lose its warmth. He remembers how pancakes smelled in the morning and how his sister Lila's laughter echoed through the halls like a song that was too good to be true. Their home was small and cozy, and it was full of the soft hum of life. Even though their parents were tired from their own problems, they always smiled at them and their eyes sparkled with the simple joy of being with family. Everything was easy—clear and simple. They had everything they needed, and that was enough for them as kids.
He and Lila were six years apart, but their bond felt strong. They told each other secrets and dreams, whispered to each other at night, and made up worlds that only they could understand. As kids, they would spend hours in their backyard pretending to be wizards and witches, casting spells they had read about in old story books or made up on the spot. But it was never just a game. There was always real magic there, as real as the sky above them. Little sparks that could never be explained. When Lila was upset, the lamp flickered. When they stood too close together, the wind seemed to swirl around them, as if nature itself knew they were close. They were too young to know what it meant, but their hearts did. They didn't have to be afraid of magic; it was just a part of who they were.
There was a time when Lila was so mad at her homework that she accidentally lifted her pencil off the desk with just one thought. She watched it float in the air for a second before it fell with a soft thud. She looked at him with wide eyes and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment, but he wasn't scared. He smiled, proud. She giggled and pushed her hair back, as if it were the most normal thing in the world. "You're a witch, Lila." And for them, it was.
Their parents had never talked about the strange things they saw, like how the doors creaked open when Lila wanted to show him something or how the curtains moved when they fought. It was like they knew that the magic should not be questioned, but accepted. No one was scared. Without a doubt. They could only wonder, like a promise of something better than they could put into words.
They would sit by the fire at night, and the soft crackling of the logs would fill the space between them. Their dad would tell them stories about faraway places, and their mom would hum lullabies that made them feel warm and safe, like a blanket. They would fall asleep next to each other, their heads heavy on the pillow. The only thing that would remind them that the world outside was a safe and loving place was the sound of their parents talking quietly in the next room. They didn't know how short that peace would last.
No one asked about the magic. You don't have to worry about where it came from or what it meant. It was just there, like the love their parents gave them. For a while, it looked like it would always be that way. And in those moments, time seemed to stretch out in front of them, warm, bright, and never-ending.
But the world doesn't stay the same. And they wouldn't either.
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The day the woman in the red suit came, everything changed.
She came like a dream, a beautiful, perfect picture of calm and poise that looked too good to be true. She smiled too much and spoke too smoothly, like she had practiced it a lot. She got out of the black car, and the sun hit her suit, making her look almost too perfect. For a moment, she looked like she was from a different world, one that was nothing like the cozy, safe house they lived in. She looked at them like a stranger would look at a painting—she admired it from a distance but didn't really see what it was, only what it could be.
"I've come to take you somewhere safe," she said in a sweet, kind voice, but there was something about it that didn't sit right. She wasn't just talking to them; she was talking about them as if they were characters in a story that they didn't fully understand. They didn't want any of this. They didn't understand what she was saying or what was going to happen next.
Her eyes were wide and didn't blink; she seemed too sure of herself. But what about her smile? It didn't get to her eyes. And that made him feel uneasy deep down in his gut.
At first, they weren't scared. It didn't make sense at all. She was just a woman, after all. Someone they didn't know who talked too confidently about a future they didn't even know they had. She couldn't be here for them in a way that felt real. They were happy and safe with their parents.
But then their dad said something.
"No," he said, and at first his voice was steady. "They're with us. You aren't taking them anywhere.
The woman's smile faded for a moment, but that was enough to make him stiffen. It felt like the earth itself knew something was wrong, and the air around them got thicker.
"Mr. Andrews, she said, her voice now colder, like a warning wrapped in silk. "I'm sorry, but I don't have much time. It has already been decided. You have to let them come with me.
Then they noticed it: the change in their father's face. It wasn't fear. No, it was something much worse. Something that hurt his eyes, something he hid under layers of everything he had ever been. He clenched his fists at his sides, and his breath suddenly got sharp in his chest, as if he were holding back something terrible.
"No," he said again, this time louder and more forcefully. "You won't take my kids." Not today. Not ever.
The room stopped moving. He and Lila looked up at their dad, not sure what to think. It had never been like this before. Their dad had never yelled like that before. They thought the ground was tilting.
But before he could say anything else, the woman in the red suit stopped smiling completely.
She moved her fingers in the air like a puppet master pulling on invisible strings. The quick, sharp movement was so cold that it made their skin crawl. When she moved her fingers, their father stopped moving and stood still, his body stiff as a statue and his eyes wide with disbelief. The woman's smile came back, but this time it was the smile of someone who had just made a terrible, terrible choice.
"You should have worked together," she whispered, and that's when everything really started to fall apart.
The door flew open, and dark-suited men rushed in, moving so quickly that the eye couldn't keep up. Their movements were planned and in sync. Their mom yelled. It was the only thing that broke the silence. It cut through the air like a knife. Then, in a flash of movement, their parents were held back, pulled away, too quickly and too hard. The woman watched with a cold, unflinching look as the men pulled them toward the door.
Lila yelled for her mother and reached for her. But then the lady's cold eyes turned to them, and something dark crossed her face. She stopped the men with a wave of her hand. Of course they did what they were told; they weren't human. They didn't need to be told what to do. They did it anyway.
"Don't worry," she said, but her voice didn't sound calming at all. "You'll be safe, too." You only need to come with us.
But he wouldn't let Lila go. He wouldn't.
They held on to each other tightly, as if their small, weak bodies could somehow protect them from what was happening. It was as if their love and bond could keep the world at bay. They didn't know what was going on, why they were taken away, or why everything felt so wrong.
But they knew, deep down, that this wasn't just about them. This was more than their little, cozy home. This was something scary that they couldn't stop.
They were being ripped apart. The world was falling apart, and they only had each other.
They locked eyes with their parent one last time as they were pushed into the van. At that moment, he saw it—the same look that was now in his own eyes. The look of a man whose world was too strong and too cold for him. And for the first time, he felt tiny. He felt his heart break as the men pulled him away.
The doors of the van then slammed shut.
The woman in the red suit smiled, but it wasn't a nice smile anymore. It was a smile that said, "I know."
And for the first time ever, they weren't safe.
They weren't home.
They were having a terrible time.
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The van shook and made a harsh, rhythmic sound, like it was counting down the seconds of their lives. Each bump was a cruel reminder that they were being taken somewhere they didn't belong. The world outside the small, dirty windows blurred, its edges twisted and warped. It was an endless stream of strange places they couldn't recognize or understand. Wooded areas. Land. Cities. Roads that went on and on, as if the world itself had no end and no place to turn back. The van kept going, into the unknown.
The air inside was thick with the smell of sweat and the sharp smell of fear that hung over everything. Their breathing was fast and shallow. The eyes of every child in that van were wide with confusion and fear that they didn't say out loud. Some whispered to each other, but their words were lost in the empty silence that fell over them. Some were too young to even understand, holding on to their mothers' hands that weren't there anymore. Some people, like Lila and him, sat there with nothing but the empty weight of what had been taken from them.
Lila was in tears. At first, the sound came from her chest and shook softly. Then it broke through the silence like a wound finally bursting. His sister, who was brave and beautiful, was scared. He could tell she was scared by the way her hands were gripping her knees and how her small body shook even though the van was hot. She was always the one who tried to keep him safe and made everything seem safe. Now he had to keep her safe.
He hugged her tightly, not caring that she was older than him. He needed her as much as she needed him. At that moment, they were all they had. They were beyond help. No one could explain what was going on to them. They only had each other, their shared warmth and fear.
“Lila...” His voice broke, and it was barely above a whisper. He didn't even know he was crying, but his throat hurt from the tears that were running down his face. He wanted to tell her that everything would be fine, that it was just a bad dream, and that they would wake up in their warm room at home. But the lie wouldn't go away. He couldn't say the things. He couldn't tell her a lie. They both knew better than that.
Lila's head was on his shoulder, and her body was still shaking with sobs. "What's going on? Where are we going? Why did they take us?" Her voice was so weak and small that it felt like the van's walls might fall down.
"I don't know," he said softly, holding her tighter. "I don't know. But I won't leave without you."
The silence in the van was so heavy that it made them feel like they were going to die, but even in that silence, they could feel something darker. Things had changed in the world. They weren't kids anymore, and they weren't even safe. Whatever home had been, it was no longer there. This dark, strange place was what was waiting for them.
The other kids in the van turned their heads to the sides and hunched their bodies in the same way to protect themselves. Some people looked at the floor as if it were their only safe place. Others cried, at first quietly, but the sounds mixed together, each sob a reminder of the same loss. And still, the van sped on, through the darkening road, through the ever-shifting world outside, as if time itself had lost its meaning.
He looked at Lila, whose tear-streaked face was blurred in the dirty window, and for the first time, he really felt alone. Everyone had forgotten about them, but the world still knew how to hurt them. Their parents weren't there. They lost their home. The laughter, the warmth, and the magic are all gone.
But even though he was in pain, there was still a small spark of something in him. He couldn't really explain it. It could have been the memories of their past life together or the love they had for each other. It could have been the unspoken bond between them that even this dark world couldn't break. He held on to that feeling, even though it was weak, because he knew they would get through this. In unison.
But the van kept going. Not for miles. Not for any of them.
As they drove away from everything they knew and loved, he held his sister tighter. There was no way back. There was no going back. And in the deafening silence of that journey, that truth was the only thing they had left to hold on to.
The world outside the window was dark now. The road was just a blur of light and shadow that led to nothingness. It went on and on, just like the emptiness in his chest seemed to go on and on. He couldn't stop the tears from falling, even though he loved her and she was his protector and his heart.
This wasn't home. And it would never be again.
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The place they got to wasn't home. The building was cold and made of metal, with sharp angles and walls that seemed to watch every breath they took like silent sentinels. As soon as the van doors opened, a cold wind rushed in, taking away any warmth that had stuck to their bodies during the long trip. It seemed like the world had made up its mind that they would never feel comfort or mercy again.
The building was a fortress of gray concrete and steel that stood out in the distance. It was a reflection of how dull their hearts were. The walls inside were bare and stark, with nothing on them that could give them any comfort. The floors were smooth and cold, as if they had been made to get rid of all signs of life, warmth, and humanity. There was no laughter, no sunlight coming in through the open windows, no soft pillows, or familiar smells that made you think of love. There was no sound. A thick, suffocating blanket of silence wrapped around them.
The first thing he noticed was the smell. It was a sharp, clean smell that made his nose hurt and made him gag. It smelled like antiseptic, like something that cleaned everything up and left nothing but coldness. The guards who led them inside had faces that were as hard and unyielding as stone. Their eyes were dead with the kind of indifference that crushed your spirit before you even knew it was happening. They hardly looked at them, as if they were just things to be moved from one place to another, things that didn't matter and never would.
"Follow the line," one of them yelled, his voice flat and dead. "Don't talk. Don't look around."
And they did what they were told. They had no other choice. They moved their feet in time with the others, and their eyes were downcast, refusing to look at anything or face what lay ahead. They were led into a room that felt too small for the weight of what had happened to them. It was too cold, too quiet, and too empty. There was only one metal cot against the wall, and the thin, crumpled blanket on it made them feel bad because it wasn't comfortable. He sat down on it, and the hard metal hurt his skin. Lila was next to him, her eyes wide and her face pale. He could feel the tremor in her hands and the fear that they both felt.
The silence was heavy and made it hard to breathe. It filled the space around them, making the walls seem even closer and the air seem even thicker. Nobody said anything. The adults who walked by their door and didn't even look in didn't seem to care. They were the ghosts here, living proof that they were completely and utterly alone. He wanted to scream, shout, and demand answers, but all that came out was a weak, strangled sob that he quickly swallowed.
Two days later, the first bruise appeared. It wasn't a fight. It was a push; one of the guards had pushed him too hard, and he fell to the floor. It was nothing. Just a little push. But the bruises, the pain in his ribs, and the feeling of being completely helpless told a different story. And it was nothing compared to what happened when they tried to leave the room and moved too slowly or didn't follow the orders fast enough.
Lila was the one who yelled. Her voice was so thin that it barely carried. They had so little food and water to eat and drink. The hunger was bad, but the thirst was worse. It made the walls of this place feel like they were closing in on them and pressing against their lungs. She reached for a glass of water and missed it by an inch, spilling it. They came then. The guards. The ones whose eyes saw nothing but obedience.
"Pick it up," one of them growled, his hands like iron on Lila's shoulder. When she didn't move, he pushed her to the floor. "Now."
But Lila wasn't fast enough. She wasn't quick enough. And then there was silence, and a blow came—brutal and quick. The pain was sharp and quick. Lila gasped, and her breath caught in her throat. He wanted to do something, like stand up and stop it, but the fear in his own chest stopped him. He had never felt so powerless. And that was the worst thing of all. Worse than the bruises that were growing on Lila's arms. Worse than the fear that was always there for both of them.
But the worst part wasn't the hits. It wasn't the cold or the hunger. It was how the world outside seemed to go on without a care. It was how time kept going on while they were stuck in this cage of pain and silence. Outside, the sun would rise and set, but here? It was just the never-ending cycle of fear and giving in. The worst part was that no one cared.
They were lost. Just another part of the world's dirty little secret. Kids were kept in a place where love was no longer important, kindness was gone, and indifference took its place.
They were alone and no one could help them. No one would listen to their cries. The door only opened to bring pain or punishment. When the door closed again, all that was left was the empty sound of the silence that went on and on beyond it. Every day bled into the next, and each one felt like it might be their last. Eventually, they couldn't remember what it was like to feel safe. To be loved.
Their bruises would go away. The pain would eventually go away. But the feeling that they were nothing would never go away. Gone. Not there. That the world had moved on, leaving them to rot in this place, behind walls that only whispered pain.
That was the worst part. The quiet. The quiet that made them remember that even their pain would fade away.
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It had been six years since they had been taken, but the memories of that night and that day were still fresh in his mind, like the dark shadows of a nightmare he had long since forgotten. After six years of pain and waiting, still... Tonight, tonight felt different. The air was thick with a heaviness he couldn't place tonight, like the world had taken a deep breath and was holding it, as if it knew what would happen.
Lila's breathing was slow and steady, but he could feel her chest shake a little. Not really, she wasn't asleep. Neither of them was. That night, they didn't sleep at all. Not anymore. Not since the first time they came for one of the older kids, when they heard the screams echoing down the hall, sharp and desperate, and tried to block them out with their hands. That sound would never leave my mind. And tomorrow would be impossible to forget.
They would come for her the next day.
This had always been the case. Every year, the oldest kids who had been there the longest were taken to the white room. They never returned. And now, after living here for six years and hearing all the whispers, rumors, and false promises of escape, Lila was next.
He gripped her shoulders more tightly, pulling her closer as if he could protect her from what was going to happen by sheer will. But he knew it was only a short break from the pain even as he held her. It wouldn't stop them. There was never anything that stopped them. They were no longer separated from the terrible things that happened there. They didn't have any walls or locks that could keep them safe.
Lila had always been the older and stronger one. He always looked for her smile after every scary moment. Her smile kept him from going too far into the dark corners of his mind, where despair lived. But now that he felt her warmth against him, he saw how much she had changed. How much they both had. Fear and the heavy weight of being forgotten by the world had taken away the innocence they once shared. He could see it in her eyes: the sadness and the quiet acceptance that had taken the place of the fiery defiance that had once burned so brightly in her heart.
"Promise me you'll hold on no matter what," he whispered into her hair, his voice barely more than a breath.
Lila's fingers, which were small and delicate, wrapped around his hand. The touch was light but firm. "I promise," she whispered back, but he could hear the tremor in her voice. She had been hiding it from him for weeks. She was afraid. She knew what was going to happen. He also knew that there was nothing he could do to stop it. The silence between them grew longer and thicker, like a heavy weight neither of them wanted to lift.
The room was quiet, just like the dark outside their small window, where the cold moonlight spilled across the floor and cast long shadows that seemed to reach for them, pulling them into that place of despair and numbness. The night had fallen so quietly and softly that it felt like the whole world was waiting for the moment when their lives would be ruined forever. There was no doubt about it. It was a sure thing.
He could feel her heart beating against his chest. It was steady but too fast and too desperate. She was more courageous than he was. Always have been. She had learned how to hide her fear and bury it deep inside, behind the thin shell of calm she wore so carefully. But he did know her. He could feel her shaking and the fear that was running through her body as she lay next to him.
He hated it, though. He hated that he couldn't keep her safe from this. He hated that he couldn't stop the cold figures from coming for her in the morning. They would march into their room without caring about the bond they shared. He hated that she was being taken away from him, just like the others had been before her. They were dragged to the white room and never came back.
Tomorrow would come too soon. The thought of it made his stomach turn and sent a chill of fear through his bones. He couldn't let her go. Not right now. Not after all they had been through. Not when they only had each other left.
He whispered, more to himself than to her, "I won't let them take you." She could hear how determined he was. "I swear it, Lila." Not going to let them.
At first, Lila didn't answer. She squeezed his hand even tighter, her fingers digging into his palm, keeping him in touch with the real world they were living in. Then she said in a voice so quiet he almost missed it, "We never had a choice, did we?""
"No," he said, his voice thick with emotion, and he couldn't finish his sentence. "We didn't."
Her breath caught softly. "I'm scared," she said in a whisper that sounded like it had been there for years, years of hiding fear and pretending for him and for both of them. She had always been the one to keep her fears to herself so she wouldn't bother him. But now, in the dark silence of their shared desperation, she let it go. She showed him how scared she really was.
He whispered, "I know," and pressed his forehead against hers, wishing he could somehow make the fear go away. "I know."
He hugged her tightly and felt the warmth of her skin against his. He didn't care how old they were. He didn't care that they had grown up too quickly and had to learn the hardest truths too soon. At that moment, all that mattered was her. Only her. He had to hold her. To feel safe, even if it's just for one more night.
He could feel her heart beating against his, keeping time with his own, as if they were two halves of the same soul, holding on to each other for dear life in a world that had never cared for them.
But for a short time, in the dark, with her in his arms, everything seemed to stop. And for a moment, they weren't the kids who had gone missing in this terrible place. They were just two people holding on to each other, not letting go, even though the world outside had long since forgotten about them.
Tomorrow would come. But they had each other tonight. And nothing else was important.
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An explosion so loud that it seemed to shake the world itself broke the silence of the night, which was always so heavy with unspoken fear. The sound wasn't just a force of nature. It was a scream that came from deep within the earth, the kind of scream that could shake the stars themselves. It cut through the stillness like a jagged knife, breaking the thin layer of silence that they had learned to live with.
The ground shook violently, as if it had been tied up for too long and was finally free. The air, heavy with years of sadness, seemed to crack in response, as if everything they had been through was being let go all at once. Their beds shook with the force of it. They were so small and cold. The walls around them creaked, and the stone and steel shook so violently that it felt like the place would fall apart.
The lights above flickered, then got dimmer, then flickered again, like the last breath of a star that was about to die. The place was always buzzing and humming, and the machines that had kept them trapped in their fear were suddenly quiet. A groan echoed through the whole building. For a brief, impossible second, there was no sound except for the building's heartbeat, which sounded like a living thing trying to breathe.
And then there were more explosions. This time, louder. Closer. The shockwaves made the air itself seem to bend, as if the whole world was waking up from a bad dream. The place that had held them captive for so long and taken away their hope and childhood was now shaking with fear of its own.
It wasn't just the sound of things breaking. It was not that. Something else. It was the sound of the world waking up. A world outside of this prison, a world that had forgotten them, was now coming to get them. The walls of their cage shook for the first time in years, but not because of the weight of oppression. Instead, they shook because of something else—something bigger and unstoppable.
His heart raced in his chest, and for the first time in months, maybe even years, he felt a strange spark of life inside him—fear, yes, but also something else. A raw, desperate hope. At first, he didn't get it. It didn't make sense. How could he have the nerve to hope after all that? After all those years of silence and cruel indifference? But there it was, a flicker that got brighter and brighter in his chest with each passing second.
Something was on the way.
The older kids' vague promise was no longer just a whisper. People didn't just talk about how the outside world might remember them one day; they really believed it. No. This was real. This was going on. The explosions and the vibrations that shook the walls were the sounds of their world waking up. This was not a rescue. Not yet. But it was a start.
The fear that had always been buried deep inside him was suddenly very real and clawing at his chest. But beneath that fear, beneath the heavy weight of everything they had been through, there was something else beating—a thrum of something that couldn't be ignored. It was like the promise of a storm, far away but getting closer with every second, like the wind picking up before the lightning strikes. It was on its way.
He looked at Lila. Her face was pale in the low light, and her eyes were wide with fear and confusion. He could also see something flickering in her eyes. The same spark that was lighting up his chest and threatening to break free.
"Coming," she whispered, her voice breaking, but not because she was scared. It was different—sharper and with a hint of doubt. Hope. The word hung in the air between them, unspoken but felt.
They had lived in a place of silence for years, where time didn't matter, nothing changed, and nothing would ever change. But now, everything felt different. The ground shook beneath them, and the walls shook as the sounds of the outside world broke through. Something worse than their worst fears was tearing apart the quiet and the suffocating stillness that had wrapped around them like a straitjacket.
The walls, which had once seemed so strong, now looked weak and shaky against the force that was coming. He could almost feel it: the pounding, the movement, and the force that wouldn't stop coming from outside.
The explosion didn't just break the silence; it broke something deep inside him that he didn't even know he had. He was so sure, so sure that they would die here and that the world would go on without them, leaving them to rot in the dark. But what now? It felt like the start of something new now.
For the first time, the prison didn't seem like it would last forever.
It felt like freedom was knocking on the door for the first time.
His heart raced even faster and harder when he realized this. He held Lila's hand tighter, knowing she could feel it too. They weren't by themselves. Not anymore. The sound of change was the sound of destruction. And when everything was said and done, they would not be forgotten.
They were on their way.
Finally, the world was coming for them.
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They had been told for years that they were nothing.
Just tests. Just a way to get what you want. They had been fed lies for years, empty words that made their spirits shrivel and their hearts freeze. People told them they were less than human, less than deserving, and less than anything else that mattered. They would whisper to each other in the dark, trying to remember a time when the walls weren't closing in on them. A time when they were more than just numbers, when their names were taken away and replaced with labels that turned them into things to be bought and sold, pieces in someone else's sick game.
But things were different tonight.
The walls shook again, this time harder, as if the whole building was shaking because of what was going on outside. The air was full of the sounds of chaos: shouts, explosions far away, and the muffled roar of something strong crashing through their prison. The ground shook under them like an earthquake, sending out a wave of something too big to ignore. Then there were the sounds—gunfire. The quick, loud cracks echoed through the halls, and the guards' panicked screams broke the silence. Their voices didn't sound as sure or confident anymore. They weren't in charge anymore.
For the first time in years, they could feel fear's grip loosening.
Pain. Yells. The sound of something breaking, something that was far away from their cell. This time, the guards weren't winning. They didn't have control. The tide was turning, and the people outside their cage had finally seen them.
They had been waiting. Waiting for someone, anyone, to show up. Waiting for someone to recall. To know that they were real. To feel that spark of recognition, like someone finally remembering your name after years of being forgotten.
That wait was finally over.
The gunfire sounded louder and closer. Screams of pain. The guards' voices, strained with fear, cut through the air like jagged edges of panic. And then there was silence. A brief silence. The quiet before the storm.
The door to their cell blew open. The force of it sent dust and pieces of the thick walls flying, and shards skittered across the floor in a brutal show of strength.
Nothing happened for a heartbeat. Everything stopped.
Then they noticed it.
A figure that was dark and scary came through the broken door. The outline was still covered in dust, but the presence was clear—like something alive, something that had been made in the middle of this battle. They couldn't see the face. They didn't have to. They saw the weapons, the gear, and how strong the movement was.
And then the sound.
"Get up. You're free now."
The words hit them like a shockwave, shattering their last bit of willpower. Free? How could they be free? People had told them they were nothing and didn't deserve such a word. But this—this was not the same. This was real. It was too much to handle all at once—the cage, the lies, and the walls that had kept them locked up. But here it was.
They were free.
Their arms and legs moved on their own, shaking and unsure. They hadn't felt free in so long that it felt strange and unwelcome. But as the figure got closer, they saw more figures behind him. They were cloaked in shadow and stood like soldiers ready to fight and tear this place apart.
That was all.
The gates opened wide. The tears came first. They were silent and quick, followed by gasps, sobs, and choked breaths that sounded like years of pain and hunger for something more than this place. They had been waiting, and now it was time to go.
And they could finally get going.
Gunfire and chaos now meant something else. It was no longer the sound of their oppression. It was the sound of them being free. Someone had come to get them. They knew the world would remember them, and they weren't going to let the chance pass them by.
The person at the door stepped back and nodded to someone who couldn't be seen.
"Come on," the voice said again, this time more softly. Then they moved forward. They didn't know what was on the other side of the door. They didn't know if it would be nice or if it would be just as cold and unforgiving as the prison they had just escaped from.
But for the first time in a long time, they weren't just sitting there.
They were on foot.
They were free.
And they were ready to get back everything they had lost.
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Note -
Yes, the lady in red is magical. It seems only natural that the group (name suggestion, please) was able to indoctrinate some children, who now work for them.
I’m not entirely sure how I want to deal with this situation yet. I’ll look for your suggestion on possible approaches.
