A soldier was running along long high corridors, he was running clumsily and quickly, people one by one disappearing from his sight. He had sweat pouring down his forehead and arms, and the fact that the army uniform was made of such thick fabric only made it worse.
a woman who must have been about 45 years old and appeared to be one of those who had been tired by work over the years, as she had lines on her wrinkled face fleeting and long below her eyes, the young soldier observed skeptically and angrily, she he was drinking a cup of cheap coffee that soon flooded the young man's nostrils, that heavy and so charged smell that left the environment so heavy, at least in his humble opinion. He hated feeling these smells in excess, some people loved and clogged themselves with perfumes and plant odors, he hated them since childhood when he lived with his stepmother. She was on a bench positioned to the side of the hall, in a rest area and noticed the young man running through the halls with a series of papers in his hand. some even flew from time to time.
A bravery soon became apparent on her frowning face. She rose angrily and quickly from her chair and dashed into the soldier's path. ("-Hey you...) she released him, who stopped suddenly so as not to run over her in her run. (What do you think you're doing?") His hand on his waist and foot hitting the floor in an interrupted manner and struggling with rage and apparent stress.
("-Get out of the way.") he ordered her sharply and forcing her to get out of his way, pushing her slightly to the side, away from his path. ("-I don't have time to waste, I have something important to deliver now.") He then concluded, which further irritated the woman beside her.
("-Are you kidding me?) Then, pointing his finger in the face of the boy who was already getting irritated with all that, since hearing that made his throat dry, since he just wanted to reach his destination as quickly as possible. as quickly as possible and not be disturbed.("-Don't you know that running in the corridor is prohibited?") He also concluded.
He just ignored the finger pointed in his face and moved on ignoring the small curses he received from the woman.
("-Me ignoring this asshole?") He asked her angrily to herself and lightly biting her nails with her teeth, a longtime habit of hers. She then sat plaintively back in her chair and lifted the glass cup to her lips. The cup had some details and drawings embedded in it, it had been a gift from an old friend who had been gone for a long time.
("-Damn, these young people nowadays don't have a shred of respect for others.") She concluded to herself in a deep way and taking a long and lingering sip of the coffee that was already a little cold.
The young people a few dozen meters from the small incident continued to move forward towards their destination. It was the first time he was at the Federation Headquarters in the Finther lands and he although he was excited to finally be able to help in the war somehow still had a little fear and trembling in his soul.
He remembered and felt a little homesickness for his homeland and his family that was on earth, even if they weren't in the same world he still remembered them, he hadn't seen them for years because of the 8 year Conscription Time and the ways Audio and video communication systems had long been banned and extinguished by the federation in order to prevent information from leaking out in some way or the Mythologicos using these forms of communication to learn more about us and gain an advantage over us in war, so-called they could only be made by high-ranking officials of the federation and their families... Although the richest and most influential families still had access to them.
His sister was probably around 19 now, he couldn't help a small smile on his face when he thought of her, he couldn't wait to go to war and make a great achievement in the war so that he could win a Federation Medal. and get access to the war hero retirement fund, so she wouldn't have to work anymore and could see her dear sister again.
(I will definitely buy you that fashion salon I promised you sister.) He thought with a simple smile on his face from end to end.
Well thinking about her isn't going to make it happen any sooner, now I just need to wrap up with what I've been told and that's it, that's all.
He lifted the paper to her eyes and narrowed them, he read the paper again to make sure it wasn't incorrect. He thought it was crazy that an opportunity like this had fallen out of the sky into his lap. A unique opportunity to influence the war in a providential and objective way.
The paper said:
Dear Mr. Alckam, I know that this is an inconvenience on our part with you, but recently a new opportunity has arisen that I know from the bottom of myself would be perfect for you in this situation.
I cannot be very open to all the details as this is a special occurrence that only authorized officers with delta rank credentials are aware of and therefore your transparency is essential and a priority, subject to punishment for non-compliance.
This letter is being delivered by our secret reliability sector of the federation thanks to our information system. Once you read the letter burn it for our safety and yours.
All you need to know, at least for now, is to look for General Ezio at the Africa Headquarters in the Finther lands.
Within this letter, we will send a sector and squadron reassignment letter that must be delivered to your area superior.
A sincere hug, may you be well and remember...
Federation above everything and everyone, even ourselves. May the god Yiran protect you..
I couldn't help but feel a little shiver run through my body as I read the letter, it was definitely a huge responsibility, whatever I had to do, although I suspect it was because of my Material Exchange necklace.
(I'm just excited.)
After a few minutes looking for the room I was assigned to look for, there it was in front of my eyes.
Room number 187, icing sector
With a bit of excitement but also anxiety, I opened the door and found myself in an old room, there was a table in the back right, between it was a chic and detailed leather armchair, in its counterpart were two simple wooden chairs and organic to the environment.
On top of the table were a few open books and dozens of closed ones stacked beside it and of course taking out all of the at least 400 books stored on the shelf and in faded boxes. there were dozens of shelves with instruments and items I didn't know the purpose of.
there was a colorless globe of the earth with thousands of notes and marked places, which I noticed by rotating it with my hand.
I spun it around with my hand and randomly stopped it with my finger somewhere, it landed south of the country of Jopers on an island called yu..pi..tw, if that's how you say it. he asked.
I continued the superficial survey and noticed dozens of other things. There was also a small triangle superimposed by the sculpted marble figure of the goddess Derywo, which said that the owner of this robust room was a member of the church of the god Derywo, who coincidentally was the rival god to mine. As a faithful devotee of the god Yiren, I could only feel a small hint of resentment.
I placed the Figure back on its pedestal on the shelf, coincidentally our eyes met for a second. It was a look of seriousness but also of a certain hatred I noticed at a glance, the statue seemed to look back at me and judge me.
Suddenly the statue's eyes dropped a bloody tear. The atmosphere became mysterious, heavy and suffocating. The shock caused me to let go of her instantly and fall to the ground in shock. Strangely, the moon that shone through the small upper window disappeared, giving way to a red and bloody glow from the moon. Almost like a divine sign of change and death, a lunar eclipse of one of the earth's moons was taking place. A unique event per generation, happening every 15 years.
Still disbelieving what happened, I forced myself to get up from the cold floor again. My knees gave out a little and I struggled to my feet again. I turned the statue over again to check with a little caution but there was nothing, the tear was gone. I thought for a few seconds, I'm going crazy.
Suddenly the previously closed door creaked slowly and the handle bent slowly and cautiously. It was as if those seconds had lasted hours of suffocation and apprehension.
The door opened and a man who must have been around 28 entered the room watching me playfully and smiling on the floor.
He must have been around almost 2 meters tall and his hair shone in shades of olive green, he was wearing a high-ranking military outfit and dozens of medals decorated his suit that was clumsily wrong, on his neck there were cut injuries and also a feminine lipstick.
("-You must be the Alckiam that Geras spoke so much about?") He asked quickly and importunately. On his hand were three rings or rather rings on his hand, I could see. Did this guy seriously have three wives? I wondered.
("-Yes, it's me.") I replied with an army salute, since he was my superior.
("-I see, I thought you were bigger from what he told me, but looking at you now you look like a skinny girl.") The man gave a simple laugh and then completed it in a serious way.
("-I want you to send me to the wolves' den.") He smiled confidently and walked over to his desk and picked up his sword from the side of the balanced table. I just watched it, still a bit confused.
("-Let's go, I have to be quick and check something.") showing his sharp teeth then and putting his sword on his waist.
("-I can't keep my girls waiting. Besides, if I succeed, I'll win something really good.") He said jokingly to himself.
I could only think... You fucking crazy.