Post by Kal on Dec 17, 2018 0:38:06 GMT
Voyagers of the Storm - Prologue 1
"Mom, what's outside that door?"
"A world that's too dangerous for you to understand. Why are you asking?"
"I've heard Mrs. Eris talking about it before. She thinks it's a good idea to move, but she's worried because nobody new has been out for so long." The young girl turned to her mother with a bright smile on her face. "But I'm not worried about it. We can do anything, can't we?"
The girl's mother simply sighed and shook her head. "It's not that easy. There are bad people out there who will stop at nothing to hurt us. I know you think we can do anything, but there's a reason that only five people are allowed outside." She watched her daughter's hopeful smile fade away and turn into a look of worry. "Until she opens the door to anyone, we can only assume it's not safe to leave."
"What can we do to make her open the door?" The girl turned her view towards the door that stood in between her and the outside world. "If the same people go out, we'll get the same answer. We should make a decision for ourselves, right?"
"No, that's not right and you need to get the idea of leaving out of your head. I don't know who brought it up to you and why you care so much about it, but we're safer here than we'll ever be out there." The young girl drew back, seeming upset with the answer her mother provided. "I may not like who's in charge of our security, but I know she's watching, listening, and working all the time to keep us safe. Do you understand the sacrifices everybody here has made to keep you safe?"
"No..." The soft voice cracked as she waited for her mother to go on.
"The five people who exit that door leave knowing that there's a fair chance that they'll die out there. The people who work in here have given up their chance of stability to provide you a secure place to stay and make sure that everybody else is happy." The girl looked up at her mother's face to see that she looked to be on the verge of tears herself. "We can't make any choices regarding our security because we weren't put in that position. Elizabeth was put in the position to check our security and that's what she does. You know how often she's gone, right?"
The young girl nodded, picking up on a slight tone of resentment in her mother's voice. "All the time."
"That's because she's always working to make sure that we're safe. She goes out and hears from the scouts, so it's her choice when to recommend leaving, not ours." She cupped her hands in front of her, reverting her vision away from her daughter. "I don't want to hear you talking about leaving again, am I understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
As the girl walked away, her mother remained in place. She knew all too well what was coming next.
"Do you think I was too harsh on her?" She spoke to the empty room, hoping someone could hear her.
A door down the main hall slammed, catching her attention. The young woman she was expecting walked into her vision. "I think you could have been easier on her, but you did get the point across."
"Do you think she'll try to leave again?"
"No, I don't think so. If she does, I'll try to stop her." The young woman smiled, then brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen in her face. "Don't think too much about it. The door requires permission to open and in the chance that it's broken open, there's a backup measure."
"You won't try to stop her, you will stop her. I don't want you to try, Elizabeth, I want you to succeed." The comment seemed to catch her off guard. "Not only is my life in your hands, but this entire group is relying on you to succeed. Morgan is all I have left, I can't lose her to some failure on your part."
Elizabeth's smile faded as she looked to her own feet. "You've been through a lot, I know, I'm sorry. I know it's my fault, but I promise I'll do better. I'm sorry for asking, but does she know what happened?"
"As much as I could bear telling her. She thinks he's coming back, she just doesn't understand. She knows it was an accident, but she doesn't know your part in it." The mother sighed, glaring at the woman across the room from her. "Then again, nobody really does."
She responded by putting her hands behind her back, still looking at the floor. "I want to tell you. I swear I do, but I'm not allowed to. If I value my life in any way, which I do, I follow the orders I'm given immediately, even if I don't like it." She looked up, her green eyes meeting the mother's own green eyes. "You have to believe me, I want to tell you all everything while I still can, but it's not an option."
"I don't have to believe you on anything, Elizabeth, I choose to. You normally give us good news that I'd rather believe instead of the idea that our lives are constantly in danger. I don't have to agree with you, believe you, or even trust you, but I do. There's a reason you've been put in charge of security so I can only trust that you do your job and protect us." The mother paused, waiting for a response that wouldn't come. "I'll believe you when it comes to security, so now it's your turn to believe in someone else. I want you to listen to me when I say this. If anything happens to anybody in this bunker, you're going to be held responsible for it. I'll make complete sure of that."
The young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "That's a lot of pressure, something I already knew, but alright. I'll give it my best." She opened her eyes once again, turning away from the mother and back towards the main hall. "I should get back to work."
"Mom, what's outside that door?"
"A world that's too dangerous for you to understand. Why are you asking?"
"I've heard Mrs. Eris talking about it before. She thinks it's a good idea to move, but she's worried because nobody new has been out for so long." The young girl turned to her mother with a bright smile on her face. "But I'm not worried about it. We can do anything, can't we?"
The girl's mother simply sighed and shook her head. "It's not that easy. There are bad people out there who will stop at nothing to hurt us. I know you think we can do anything, but there's a reason that only five people are allowed outside." She watched her daughter's hopeful smile fade away and turn into a look of worry. "Until she opens the door to anyone, we can only assume it's not safe to leave."
"What can we do to make her open the door?" The girl turned her view towards the door that stood in between her and the outside world. "If the same people go out, we'll get the same answer. We should make a decision for ourselves, right?"
"No, that's not right and you need to get the idea of leaving out of your head. I don't know who brought it up to you and why you care so much about it, but we're safer here than we'll ever be out there." The young girl drew back, seeming upset with the answer her mother provided. "I may not like who's in charge of our security, but I know she's watching, listening, and working all the time to keep us safe. Do you understand the sacrifices everybody here has made to keep you safe?"
"No..." The soft voice cracked as she waited for her mother to go on.
"The five people who exit that door leave knowing that there's a fair chance that they'll die out there. The people who work in here have given up their chance of stability to provide you a secure place to stay and make sure that everybody else is happy." The girl looked up at her mother's face to see that she looked to be on the verge of tears herself. "We can't make any choices regarding our security because we weren't put in that position. Elizabeth was put in the position to check our security and that's what she does. You know how often she's gone, right?"
The young girl nodded, picking up on a slight tone of resentment in her mother's voice. "All the time."
"That's because she's always working to make sure that we're safe. She goes out and hears from the scouts, so it's her choice when to recommend leaving, not ours." She cupped her hands in front of her, reverting her vision away from her daughter. "I don't want to hear you talking about leaving again, am I understood?"
"Yes, ma'am."
As the girl walked away, her mother remained in place. She knew all too well what was coming next.
"Do you think I was too harsh on her?" She spoke to the empty room, hoping someone could hear her.
A door down the main hall slammed, catching her attention. The young woman she was expecting walked into her vision. "I think you could have been easier on her, but you did get the point across."
"Do you think she'll try to leave again?"
"No, I don't think so. If she does, I'll try to stop her." The young woman smiled, then brushed away a strand of hair that had fallen in her face. "Don't think too much about it. The door requires permission to open and in the chance that it's broken open, there's a backup measure."
"You won't try to stop her, you will stop her. I don't want you to try, Elizabeth, I want you to succeed." The comment seemed to catch her off guard. "Not only is my life in your hands, but this entire group is relying on you to succeed. Morgan is all I have left, I can't lose her to some failure on your part."
Elizabeth's smile faded as she looked to her own feet. "You've been through a lot, I know, I'm sorry. I know it's my fault, but I promise I'll do better. I'm sorry for asking, but does she know what happened?"
"As much as I could bear telling her. She thinks he's coming back, she just doesn't understand. She knows it was an accident, but she doesn't know your part in it." The mother sighed, glaring at the woman across the room from her. "Then again, nobody really does."
She responded by putting her hands behind her back, still looking at the floor. "I want to tell you. I swear I do, but I'm not allowed to. If I value my life in any way, which I do, I follow the orders I'm given immediately, even if I don't like it." She looked up, her green eyes meeting the mother's own green eyes. "You have to believe me, I want to tell you all everything while I still can, but it's not an option."
"I don't have to believe you on anything, Elizabeth, I choose to. You normally give us good news that I'd rather believe instead of the idea that our lives are constantly in danger. I don't have to agree with you, believe you, or even trust you, but I do. There's a reason you've been put in charge of security so I can only trust that you do your job and protect us." The mother paused, waiting for a response that wouldn't come. "I'll believe you when it comes to security, so now it's your turn to believe in someone else. I want you to listen to me when I say this. If anything happens to anybody in this bunker, you're going to be held responsible for it. I'll make complete sure of that."
The young woman closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "That's a lot of pressure, something I already knew, but alright. I'll give it my best." She opened her eyes once again, turning away from the mother and back towards the main hall. "I should get back to work."