As soon as I turn the corner, I immediately worry for Trystan’s safety. But I shouldn’t be feeling like this; there’s more important things to worry about.
Memorizing my way to the Observatory Room, I tap on the door the number of times Forrester had done the other day. The man that showed us the Tracker opens the door, his dirty blonde hair a pile of misshapen on his head. He inclines his head to me respectively. In a way, that’s really weird. He seems way older than me.
“We’re all expecting you,” he says, opening the door wider. “Come in.”
I smile and enter the room. The dark walls have holographic images that I haven’t noticed before. Words and numbers flash across the screens, some calculations of some sort. Light flashes and beeps occasionally across the Holomap in the center, and I walk towards it. The Holomap now has many blue dots traveling in a straight line, occasionally bending around curves. The more I look at it, the more I understand it.
Wait. What are the blue lights?
Oh, yeah, that’s right. The soldiers out on the mission.
“If you want to see the name indication,” another technician says, her blue eyes flicking towards me, then the map. “Just tap here.” She extends her hand to touch on one of the blue dots. A caption lights up in green underneath it, and I squint to see it better.
The female smiles and widens her hand. The image expands to a larger scale, and I can clearly see the name and information.
Name: Ethan Kyle Warren
Classification: Soldier
Group B
Gender: Male
Age: 18
Blood Type: AB
The boy with mahogany hair? Has to be him.
I touch another blue dot next to that one. I almost smile, but I don’t intend on showing that emotion here.
Name: Trystan Briar Sparrow
Classification: Soldier
Group B
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Blood Type: B
If she’s with Ethan, then I am comfortable with the fact that she is safe.
I just hope that she doesn’t mess up.
“There you go,” the girl says. I look at her with my peripheral vision and I see her smile and nod. The large headset that she has donned around her shoulders shake with the gesture.
“You’re welcome,” she says. Holding out her hand to me, “The name’s Ashley. What’s yours?”
Turning to her, I take her hand, shaking it gently. “My name is Dimitri. Nice to meet you.” I give her a kind smile, and I notice her cheeks turn a reddish color. But she doesn’t lose her cool. Instead, she returns to looking at the Holomap. I do so as well, touching the words with a finger. Suddenly a moving color image comes up, and I see the actual Ethan looking straight at us.
“Are you scared?” he asks.
A soft voice replies, “Of course. But as long I have something to go back to once this is over, I am not petrified.”
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Memory
Teen FictionThis story line is simply one of many that portrays the life of two future lovers on a quest to save their state from undergoing a period of "death"; a society in California where, city by city, everyone at the eligible age of fifteen is being wiped...
