LOGIN(ELSA'S POV)
Mamie's voice sings to our ears and I flutter my eyes open looking at her worried face.
"What is wrong? Are the troops back again?" I ask while sitting up and trying to figure out what it could be, the patrols from the troops have become more frequent ever since I brought Eden home two weeks ago.Mamie has always warned me to stay low whenever the troops came by, she even showed me where to hide so I would not be seen even if the entire house is searched which rarely happened until I brought Eden, that day they searched everywhere both inside and outside but thanks to Mamie's smartness they did not find us.
Since then they came back almost everyday, Mamie has always told me to lay low around the troops because they might mistake me for someone else and Eden seemed to be that someone else, because aside our eyes color one could think we were sisters.
"Elsa, Did you hear what I said." Mamie's voice brings me back from my thoughts and I shake my head.
"Elsa I need you to be focused, you always drift away whenever I am talking to you about something important."
"I am sorry," I say looking at my fingers, ashamed of myself.
"Now listen, Eden you are very important, I can't risk keeping you here, sooner or later the troops will notice there is an underground room in here. You need to leave."
Eden opens her mouth to say something but nothing comes out of it, she then stares at me with worry evident in her beautiful green eyes, Mamie notices her unease and places a hand on her left shoulder.
"Elsa is also going with you." I furrow my brows wondering where she was getting at.
"Elsa I need you to be brave! You are going to have to protect Eden until the time comes for her to save us all with her amazing gift." Her hands were still on Eden but her eyes were now fixed on me.
"But Mamie, how--- are you coming with us?" I question.
"No my child, I am afraid my journey ends here. If I leave with you, they would know, but if you go without me, you will both be safe," she says this with her eyes down and that alone sends a red flag.
"Mamie, what about you?" Eden points out what I could not say in her usual timid voice, "Would you be safe?"
Mamie only smiles in response and holds Eden's pretty little face between her hands.
"As long as you are both safe. I am safe too." Mamie says, smiling at the both of us.
"As soon as the sun rises in a couple of hours, I want you girls to head into the city and settle amongst them, if you are asked at the gate who you are, tell them you have no parents and no place to stay, someone in the city will take you in. Elsa I know I told you never to wander into the city but right now, there is no other place safe enough. Eden promise me you won't use your gifts in front of people and you must also never tell them about it. No one must know my child."
"I promise," she says.
"But Mamie, Eden gifts are so helpful she could help them grow lots of food without them even stressing themselves, Mamie they would be so happy if they knew."
"No! Elsa! People are scared of things they don't understand. They won't understand Eden. They won't understand her gifts. They would harm her if they knew, Elsa promise me- promise me you will never let any harm come to Eden- promise me."
"I promise Mamie."
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That night, it felt like the true meaning of my purpose in life has just been uncovered, as soon as Mamie finished talking to us, I got up and packed the few clothes and a couple of other things we had comprising mostly books Mamie use to read to us and held Eden's hand ready to leave.
Mamie gave a very tight hug to each of us and when she hugged me she whispered to me not to ever forget that Eden was my responsibility now and I should never look back nor try to come back to the cottage, she would find us when things got better.
Even as a child that I was, I knew that was the last time I was going to see her. I wiped the tears from my eyes and pulled Eden out of the cottage and into the forest heading for the city, I didn't allow myself to look back, not even for once because I knew I would have broken down in tears.
"How?" I am dumbstruck!How can this even be possible? And if it is possible, this can save the city a lot of trouble. If it can be done on a larger scale, then a lot of people will have food."You will show this to the city officials right?" I ask getting excited."No," he replies looking sad."Why? Why not?" The pitch of my voice starts increasing due to anger."Why not? Why can't you show the officials? You are from compound three right? Isn't that suppose to be your specialty?" I fire at him my cheeks burning with rage.Compound three's duty is to experiment and work on technology which aids different activities in other compounds. Like the chemical compound two uses to treat water was designed by them. There are also builders who are sent there to learn new ways of reinforcing old structures or constructing new ones and so many other things.
The gods do not grant my wish because I still feel the wind change temperature from hot during the day when the sun was up and cold when the sun was down and night was fast approaching. It is the only thing that makes me keep count of the numbers of days I spend on the ground refusing to live.Refusing to open my eyes to a world without Elsa.The sun is beginning to set again and my body is just starting to give in to the earth when I feel vibrations on the ground. Someone is coming.Not long after, my thoughts are confirmed when I hear footsteps approach me but I keep still, trying to figure out what the intruder's next move will be or what they can possibly want from me.I hear more movements some where around me, like whoever it is, is trying to set up something. But I refuse to open my eyes. Or leave the ground.
"It is, you!" he stammers and moves a foot backward looking up at the podium."What have we done?!" he whispers to himself. Another crack is heard and he takes flight away from me."EDEN!" I break my concentration from Bellman who is still running like a ghost is after him and turn towards the caller.Mrs Spencer is on the podium floor with Elsa in her arms and tears in her eyes calling out to me. I get on my feet and run as fast as I can, eliminating the distance between us."I am sorry. I am so sorry. I tried reaching here as fast as I could but-" Her voice breaks and she resumes crying. My brain refuses to comprehend what she is trying to say to me. I slump down on my knees closer to Elsa and shake her awake."Elsa. It's over. We can leave now," I tell her in a tiny voice afraid
"ELSA!" I call out to her again.This time my voice comes out a little louder than a whisper. She is on her knees. Legs and hands tied with a rope so tight it is already bruising her skin. Her entire face is badly bruised. There is a purple splash of color on her left eye which is swollen and a cut across her lips with a trail of blood running from her hair down her jaw. Her clothes are torn in too many places for me to count. The sight of my Elsa in front of me, brings tears to my eyes and I try to get to her but the ever alert guards by my side hold me down. I scream and trash around but the hold they have on me is too strong. All the while Elsa keeps her one good eye on me. Her bashed lips seem to be moving but all I can hear is a constant ringing and my own heart beat. My protests cause everyone to turn their attention on me and I am forced to zone back into the situation.
I wake up slowly feeling sour all over.The idiot that brought me here must have dragged me all the way.I stand up and take a good look at my surrounding. Ignoring the horrible smell that kisses my nostrils.I am in a room with no bed, no chair, no window, just a bowl by the corner that certainly contains someone's wastes and a small bulb on the ceiling. The writings on the walls make no sense at all to me. I look in front of me and notice the iron bars, like the kind they use in a cell.I move to the bars and try to
His voice echoes in my ears and lingers on longer than necessary making me stand still; lost in my own thoughts.What sort of mission is this? How can they do this to Elsa? To us? All these questions keep going on in my head and it is starts to hurt because I am not even sure I could do it. Heck who am I kidding? I can not do something like that. I don't even think my so- called abilities are capable of something like that. I look and find Bellman smiling evilly at us and some of the guards mirror his look. Samuel who is by my side looks like he is deep in thought. His usually well combed dark hair was tousled pointing in weird angles, like he didn't even look at the mirror before stepping out of his house. Elsa on the other hand has a less worry face than any of us. She just stares on like a soldier planning their next line of action.