27 October 2012
Chapter 2
11 years later... ~Ela~
It's terrible. It's destroying us all. This war. In the last two great wars, all they has was guns and a few airplanes. But now we have nuclear weapons, rockets up in space, ready to launch missiles, heat seeking bullets, blood seeking bullets, anything, you name it. So now people are saying this will be the war that ends the world. Father died in the war, just as it was beginning, 11 years ago, when I was two. Just when we, The Islands, were winning against the Mainland. But now it's not working out. They're bombing our farms so we have no food. They're polluting our seas, so we have no water, and all the fish are dying. They've got the upper hand now. Luckily our island hasn't been bombed. Not yet. We live on Dublin. All our islands are named after old-world cities. You see, when the ice-caps melted, it didn't flood the world, it just broke it into a massive bit of land, and a group of islands. It was all fine, until the mainland started capturing our people, or if you ask someone from the mainland, we started 'causing trouble' and had to be 'contained'. I live with my mother, Katrina, and my half-sister Lotti. Her father is Aidran, a man who mother fell in love with, but he didn't love her. It was a one-night thing, and mother got pregnant. But now we have Lotti, and we all love her, and look after her, because she's disabled. She has a wheel-chair, but she hates not being able to do things with other children. Not that there are many other children on Dublin. Since our neighbours, Berlin and Cape Town were getting bombed, most families fled to other islands, on the edge of the group, who the Mainland have no interest in. They ran away faster than hares with their tails on fire. But not us. We stayed.
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