New Year Revelation (OTA)
Even back home in her world the New Year was celebrated. There weren't fireworks or grand parties, but people got together to celebrate another year alive - to celebrate their survival and remind themselves that they weren't defeated yet. This new year, Kyla was reminded about how different the village was to home. There were the occasional '2012' banners in some of the shop windows. People were excited about the new year. It all reminded Kyla that in 2012, she was just about to turn two.
She was technically two years-old and nineteen years-old at the same time. She hadn't really thought about it before. She paused on the small hill in the park and looked at the village. For a moment she had a vision of what it would look like if Haurvatat had been back home - crumbling structures, twisted metal of long-forgotten vehicles, and bones everywhere. She didn't remember a lot about back then, but in 2012 the war was still 'fresh' enough that the bones of the dead hadn't yet crumbled from the elements or been crushed by Skynet. They were still all around like a blanket of death - that was how her mother had described it.
Ginger, her red-haired Husky, let out a soft whine as she padded up beside Kyla and Kyla let out the breath she had been holding in. She reached down and scratched Ginger behind the ear to reassure her. A few paces away was Ripper, her Bullmastif dog who had taken a momentary rest in the grass.
She was technically two years-old and nineteen years-old at the same time. She hadn't really thought about it before. She paused on the small hill in the park and looked at the village. For a moment she had a vision of what it would look like if Haurvatat had been back home - crumbling structures, twisted metal of long-forgotten vehicles, and bones everywhere. She didn't remember a lot about back then, but in 2012 the war was still 'fresh' enough that the bones of the dead hadn't yet crumbled from the elements or been crushed by Skynet. They were still all around like a blanket of death - that was how her mother had described it.
Ginger, her red-haired Husky, let out a soft whine as she padded up beside Kyla and Kyla let out the breath she had been holding in. She reached down and scratched Ginger behind the ear to reassure her. A few paces away was Ripper, her Bullmastif dog who had taken a momentary rest in the grass.