A Reflection and Story: Boundaries

[Blackdrakon30 2,943]

 

 My General looked down upon me, awaiting for my obedience. Legion was a cruel man, one who reaped seeds he did not sow and punished harshly those who did not perform as expected. He did not suffer fools gladly. My throat felt dry in his presence, and I didn’t want to make the standard military eye contact.

“Do you hear me soldier?” he roared. “ You will go and complete the mission now!” I stiffened and gave a  salute. “Sir yes sir!” I hurried away to the garage do his bidding.

Why did I even follow his orders? I was no longer part of this organization internally. I was set free by the one who gave it all, by our great war hero. Yet for some reason I realize it is wrong and still do it. It holds me in a trance, almost an addiction. Today my mission is something I cannot accept. My brain throws a tantrum, spurring me to anger. My body primes itself for the combat and espionage. Then a quiet noise says something, and everything else fades. I’m not sure what this is, whether it was a spirit or my own soul, but it changed me.

It says, “You are free.”

My internal storm quells. All of my needs and previous thoughts of obedience to the darkness are gone. I am free, and am no longer a slave to Legion or his organization.

Oncoming footsteps snapped me out of my reverie. With a furtive glance, I ducked behind a tank. General Legion marched into the chamber. With a quick look around, he left. There was no apparent reason for his entrance. My eyes scanned the room looking for an escape vehicle of choice. My eyes landed upon a Firebird XT mounted upon a Hornet M3, with Dragon paint equipped. My soul told me that it was there for me, and it was not just a coincidence that it was a dragon. So I slinked across the floor, in a slow crawl lest someone spot me. Once I reached it, I went inside the hatch. The key awaited me in the socket, left by the previous tanker. I prayed that I could get out and escape alive, so that I could be truly free. The Dragon hummed softly and spoke to me. “You are my driver, I am your steed. Teach me where I must go, and I shall do so.” My hand rested upon the key and rotated it, bringing the mighty Dragon to life. Its pupils glowed with bright red fury, and it roared with righteous anger. It leapt forwards and out of the garage, with sirens of unauthorized exit blaring in the background.

I am free. With my courageous Dragon and my quiet Soul, and the little voice who altered my life, we all departed towards the light, and away from Legion and his army. Towards a brighter future, towards the resistance, the people of the one who gave it all. Perhaps I can be a hero like that person someday, now that I am no longer a slave to the darkness. 

 

This was a story I was inspired to write recently, and I hope you all find it interesting.

Edited May 24, 2016 by Blackdrakon30

[DragonOfStorms 2,706]

Awesome. Certainly has the potential to be developed further.

[You.Have.to.die 519]

Good, but a picture would make it even better ;)

[Quarks 2,255]

Definitely has potential, however, using white as your main color is not a great choice. It is good for highlighting and leading sections, but I have found that less bright fonts are better.

[Spit_Fyre 334]

Firebird XT looks awesome :)