(Chapter 2): The First Flight

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<P class=MsoNormal align=center>Chapter 2:</P>

<P class=MsoNormal align=center><I>The First Flight</I><I> </I></P>

<P class=MsoNormal>3rd March 2921</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>11:53 pm </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Evening had descended upon Dawning Square, and all was tranquil. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Or was it? </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>While her uncle was supposedly sleeping, Lysandra was chucking clothes into a small rucksack, cramming then in. So far the small bag contained the doll her parents had given her, some scraps of food, and a few items of clothing. All she would need to take to South Eden. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>She did not want to abandon her aunt and uncle, but felt that this was something she had to do. Perhaps one day they would be able to join her there. She could always hope. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Getting out of Dawning Square unnoticed would be easy. The hard part, she figured, would be getting into the South. A towering wall of debris separated North Eden from its southern counterpart, and was manned at all times by Marshall's military, which was praised for 'keeping Dawning Square safe'. Lysandra doubted how much of a threat the South actually posed, but knew the guards would make escape difficult. It seemed that they were keeping people in instead of keeping them out.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>She flung the small bag around her shoulders, slowly opening the door to her room and creeping into the lounge. Tiptoeing across the wooden floor, she winced at every creak of the floorboards, glancing hesitantly at the door to her uncle's bedroom. She knew that he was probably asleep by now, but it did nothing to calm her. How would she be able to explain herself, should she be discovered?</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Having made it across the room, she breathed a sigh of relief as she unbolted the front door, steeping silently into the hallway and shutting it gently behind her with a muffled click. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>The lights were dimmed at this hour, but were bright enough that she could make her way to the lift. Lysandra had considered taking the stairs, which would be far quieter, but not only would she have to pass the Lobby, which was always heavily guarded, but it would be exhausting.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>The buttons were frustratingly high, but Lysandra could just about reach them. She was certainly not a person who normally suffered from claustrophobia, or would even recognise the word, but her breathing became noticeably shallower as the machine started to move.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>What if Marshall had installed camera's on the lifts? And what would she do if a soldier was waiting for her at the other end? The military might end up coming for her uncle after all. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Fortunately there were no guards waiting for her, only a vacant entrance hall. The lights here were even dimmer than the ones upstairs, making it hard to see exactly where she was going. She had felt her way to the receptionist desk when a computerised voice spoke.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal><I>"Welcome to Dawning square. Joseph Marshall wishes you a pleasant stay"</I></P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Lysandra jumped out of her skin, groping madly at the walls as she ran to the glass doors, rushing blindly into the night. The air was frigid and dry, piercing through her clothes as she ran, refusing to stop until tripping over a concrete slab, and falling heavily onto one of the ancient streets.</P>

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