Year 2113. Destination: Saint Residence.
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Kyra paused her game for the umpteenth time to get a soda. She stumbled into the hall, right in front of the mirror. She sighed, checking her big body out. Nineteen, already moved out, and getting bigger everyday. She used to have a good carefree life until eighteen. That's when her life went downhill.
War was going on and every man and some women were taken based on test levels and IQs. Ever since she was a little girl, Kyra never liked girly things. She hated dresses, dolls, and makeup. Instead, she liked war-like video games, and liked to wear sweats or jeans. When she was seventeen, the war of 2111 happened; also known as War Of No Mercy. The name suits it. Kyra already had asked her parents to join as soon as she heard of it. Of course, her parents wanted her to be happy, so they let. But, there was one problem. As intelligent as Kyra was, she was too young. The age requirement was nineteen and six months. So Kyra had to choose a different path to life. She became her second best thing. A professional editor.
Being an editor meant she could choose her own hours, stay at home all day, which resulted in her laziness and energy loss now..
As Kyra walked into the kitchen, she heard a knock on the door. She sighed. Soda would have to wait. She opened her door with a press of a button. Behind the door, a young man with a box was standing. His icy blue eyes looked up and down at her.
"Package delivery. Ms Kyra Saint, right?" He announced.
Kyra forced a smile. "Yep. That's me. Who's it from?"
His eyes twinkled. "From a friend, I think. Here." He handed the strange package over.
"Thanks."
Kyra closed the door and set the package down on an island in the kitchen. She wanted a soda. The package would have to wait. She made her way to the fridge. She tapped the screen on it and it lit up. She clicked through options of beverage and clicked Sprite. She grabbed a cup and filled it all the way to the brim.
Kyra shuffled to her room, walking especially slow around the mirror, checking herself out again. Still the same old person. She shook her head and picked up the pace.
She set the soda aside on her nightstand and put on her headset. She unpaused the game and continued her predictable game. For some reason, Kyra seemed more tired than before. Her eyelids grew heavier and she couldn't help but let out a huge yawn. She slumped her back onto her pillow and everything went blank.
Kyra woke up with a start. For a second, she was confused of where she was at, and then memories from before flooded her. She checked her alarm, the numbers projected in the air. 12:45 am. Time for a midnight snack, she concluded.
She staggered to her feet, head still dizzy. Kyra then remembered the package. It was still sitting on her counter. She recalled that the boy said that it was from a friend.
She walked as quickly as she could to the kitchen, trying not to bump into anything. She turned on the lights and took the strange package from the table. What intrigued her the most was that the bow was covered in stamps of all shapes in sizes. And usually delivered by drones unless really important.
Kyra took it to her living room and opened it up. She tore through the wrapping that held the object. As she held up the weird necklace of some sort, a small card fell out of it. Kyra picked it up. It read:
NEW CHOICES MEANS NEW PATHS TO LIFE.
"Strange.." She muttered. She tossed the card aside and turned the device again and again in her hands. But the strange words still echoed in her head. The necklace was sterling silver with a small silver rifle hanging from it. It was a cute gift, Kyra thought. She would put it on later.
She walked back to the kitchen to get her snack; a bag of Doritos. She popped the bag open, munched on a few, and went back to her room. As Kyra plopped on her bed, she looked at her necklace then at her unfinished game. Eh, what's the harm in playing a few more games? She decided. Necklace could be for good luck.
Kyra clicked on the necklace and started up her game again. The thought of being in war in real life intrigued her. War was cool, about honor, and fighting for their new country; Starola. She wished, nearly out loud, that she wondered what her life would be like if she had been allowed to join the war.
All of a sudden, she felt a tingle on her neck where the silver rifle was. She looked down to see it glowing its silver color.
She gulped. "Umm.." Kyra didn't know what to do. She tried taking off the charm but it got caught somehow in her short black hair.
"Frick!" She cursed. She'd have to get some scissors. She jumped up from her bed and hurried to the edge of the hall; where she kept her small junk. As she jogged (or waddled) as fast as she could towards the small pile of junk on the hallway table, her pendant started vibrating. That's when she started freaking out. Kyra made a dive for the scissors, that was only a few feet away. But it was too late. As she was diving, light engulfed her vision.
"Oof." She fell to the hard floor. But wait, this was different. Kyra got up from the ground and looked around. She felt light-headed. She was no longer in her comfy apartment. Instead, she was standing in a dusty field, with thousands of men and women, marching in neat uniforms.
Kyra was in a war. The War Of No Mercy.
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