Do I particularly remember where it all began at the right date and time?
Nor do I recall when it even started, sometimes I think I do but then when I think about it too much I forget as soon as I remember.
It has nothing to do with poor memory it might be that I just have trained myself to repress memories that I choose not to remember. Memory has nothing to do with it.
So with it all said I guess it all had to begin when I was born.
Nothing special about that day, well, if I wasn’t born then I wouldn’t have made such a name for myself, only too myself but someone has to remember me.
Maybe I should start at the beginning.
Chapter 1: Hazy Findings
Having too force a smile wasn’t very hard, all one had to do was simply smile whether they meant it or it was an imposter of a true smile.
She would look down at the infant frowning. She did not want this; she did not want her or this awful complex life she was dealing with; this was a child of a night she did not want to participate in.
This child was his child, the legacy he would boast about. However, when he finally got his legacy he only grew fouler in nature.
His legacy was a girl.
“Anais, you whore, you gave me a girl? A woman cannot make a legacy!”
Anais could hear his voice barking at her in an angry rampage, he wanted a boy too train, a boy too make tough and strong; a girl is weak and worthless.
As he would leave and go about his day she would remain inside her tent attending to this so called legacy he forced her to give too him; now that he finally had one he didn’t want it.
Sitting on the ground suffering from heat exhaustion and depression tired eyes once again fell onto the bedroll that was before her. Laying there was a small bundle, noises came from the swaddled infant, cooing or making little fits.
For a moment the woman felt nothing hearing the child make soft sounds, she didn’t know if she were hungry or tired. It felt odd too have these thoughts in her head as if it was an implanted conditioning or instinct to know what could be wrong with the infant.
Standing from the chair she approached the bed feeling utterly terrified for a moment as if the infant were too jump up at her. Looking down she saw a small face, it was pink, and the lips quivered as the tongue would come out making small sucking gestures.
“What do you want…?” the woman asked kneeling on the floor beside the bedroll, “I don’t know what to give you, sweetie.”
Looking at her daughter she felt a swelling amount of feelings fill her mind, she looked upon her with such love and affection; she could only think of happy thoughts for her for some reason.
Reaching she rubbed her cheek and the baby turned her head.
“Are you hungry…?” she asked thinking the baby would answer.
She smiled. The woman stood and picked up the infant holding her careful not to drop her. The way she felt in her arms she thought for a moment that her arms were going to fall off and she would be without her forever.
Sitting on the bed she looked down at her, the baby looked up at her mother making a noise; the woman chuckled feeling a few tears fill her eyes.
Smiling at her daughter the baby’s eyes opened again, the woman frowned. Her daughter’s eyes were odd; they were a bright near amber color, yellowish more than bronze amber color. The way everyone reacted when they saw it assumed that it was a genetic defect or radiation sickness, others sneered but Anais didn’t care, it’s like all these imperfections on this small girl didn’t matter; she was hers too have.
Rubbing her cheek she hugged the small infant hearing shouting coming from outside.
“I won’t let anything bad happen to you, I promise.”
One Year Later.
There was a vacant silence throughout the small tent, an unfilled space that echoed the silence.
Touching the tender flesh of her arm she looked at the large bruise that looked like a puffy hand print, she cursed at herself for what she had said, “You’re always messing up, slave.” She always rolled her eyes and then it would be another grab, beaten, broken, put in isolation or all of the above.
Rubbing her cheek she staggered too her feet leaving the tent, sleeping soundly on a bedroll curled up in dirty rags; Leaving her daughter behind she left to go perform her regular duties.
Exiting the tent she barely took one step when her name was called out; still being called by her first name gave her a minor sense of humanity.
Turning her immediate attention to the sound of her name she suddenly curled in fear, Draco approached her with rolling shoulders, tight fists and a dead set glare on her.
“Anais,” he barked once more, “are you listening?”
Anais was about to speak however he rushed her grabbing her arm right where he had bruised it many times before, he forced her down too her knees.
“Y-yes sir,” she hissed in pain looking up at him, “what do, what you need of me?”
“Grab the girl,” he demanded, “Caesar wants to meet her.”
Without a word she nodded in agreement. He let her go in an aggressive manner he shoved her standing, waiting for her to grab the girl and return before he grew impatient.
Rushing into the tent she grabbed the sleeping girl who seemed to be a heavy sleeper, when her mother grabbed her she didn’t even stir.
“Okay,” Anais breathed, “okay I got her, she is here.”
Rising too her feet she met his face, his usual angered glare was upon her, without a word he turned around and she followed, she knew better than to wait for him to give her word.
The walk through the camp was like performing regular duties, getting the look as whispers and hungry glares fell upon one. The camp was running like it always had been, since she had arrived here, men trained constantly as she had seen usually going over to the slaves tents and pulling off girls for whatever reason one wants to think about. Always training, constantly training, how they never complained it was unfathomable however, they always laughed and joked. It was hard to think about laughing or smiling, especially as a slave.
When they reached the place where Caesar stayed Anais froze in her steps, she looked to Draco who continued walking. The fear of what he would do if he saw her standing there in fear he would have hit her or grabbed her arm again, so she pushed herself forward.
Standing directly behind Draco she felt his hand make connection too her cheek but not hard enough to make her fall over.
“You are too speak unless you are spoken too, you speak out of turn,” he adjusted some parts of his outfit, “I won’t be the only one too hurt you.”
Anais nodded. “Yes sir.”
Opening the way into the building she walked inside as he followed keeping a tight grip on her arm so she were too stand perfectly still, not fall over and embarrass him.
“Caesar, I have brought what you requested,” Draco said.
However, he suddenly fell to his knee bringing Anais down with him; the sudden movement awoke the sleeping infant.
“Malpais Legate,” Draco said, “Ave.”
“Ave,” the Legate nodded.
“I was not expecting to see you; nonetheless, I have brought what was asked for.”
Rising back to his feet Anais followed trying to keep up with what was happening, she couldn’t afford to be beaten for not obeying the simple expectations of her.
Starring at the men before her she never thought she would be this close to Caesar or Malpais Legate, she felt so close that if she had a gun she could shoot them both dead; the thought pulsated in her brain.
While she remained distracted Draco turned and ripped the infant from her arms, she gasped.
“Give her ba-,” she was stopped mid-sentence after Draco slapped her.
She stepped back rubbing her cheek and kept her mouth shut, she was yelling at him in her head, she could imagine hurting him over and over again.
“Here she is,” Draco smiled at Caesar and Malpais.
Malpais did not speak but his silence looking down at the infant was a big enough statement to them all.
He took note of her yellowed eyes, the way they glowed but it was just the light in the room. For how pale she was her skin seemed fairytale-ish in nature, it was like that story of Snow White; skin white as snow. Her hair was chestnut colored, little darker but it did have a nice shade of brown.
Draco smiled. “She is a rather happy one.”
Malpais smiled as well. “I like that, she’ll at least be happy despite any situation, Caesar, what do you think?”
The older man sat in his throne waiting patiently; he did take note on the girl’s odd genetic makeup she seemed to have inherited.
Standing he looked at the girl even bent forward to meet her face; she smiled wide and reached for him. He made a face and stood back up, “I think she will be perfect for you.”
Anais stood there with her arms folded she stood quietly having a meltdown inside of her head, she could only imagine what things they were talking about.
“She will make a fine woman for you Malpais,” Caesar nodded, “I can tell she’ll give you perfect boys, the eyes might change your desire of blue eyes, but, you have that on your part.”
The three men conversed amongst each other giving off glances to the toddler.
“How old will she be when I take her?” Malpais asked.
“Twelve,” Draco nodded.
Caesar shook his head. “No, when she turns fourteen, she’ll be more developed; last time a twelve year old was given off she died in childbirth,”
With agreements they all decided that at the age of fourteen the girl would be given to Malpais Legate; too give him the legacy that Caesar wants as well as Legate. Caesar turned around walking into his quarters and walked back towards the men holding a rather shiny necklace he put it on the infant and smiled; it was her engagement gift.
Anais hated hearing all of this thinking of what Malpais would do too her when she became of age, she could hear her begging and screaming; she began to shake in anger or maybe it was sadness, either way she didn’t want this to happen.
Three Years Later.
All she could hear were dogs barking, they sounded far away she wasn’t sure how far away they were but with each step they sounded closer and closer.
The loose gravel kept slipping beneath her feet as she ran trying to hold a four year old wasn’t easy, she kept crying holding her arm trying to show her.
She didn’t have time to stop and look, she wished that the girl would stop crying but that’s all she did, cry and cried.
Anais wasn’t sure how long she had been running; it felt like she had been running for ages she did recall sleeping a few times; she couldn’t tell by now if the dogs were still chasing her or just a figment of her imagination.
The baby wasn’t crying.
“Beta…” she breathed finally coming to a stop, “what is it…?”
Looking down she saw the child sleeping soundly wearing a dirty green shirt that she couldn’t remember finding.
“That,” Anais rubbed her eyes, “I was dreaming all of that?”
Anais wasn’t in Arizona, well, she couldn’t tell where she was. She could no longer hear the dogs barking or hear the girl crying so it must have been in her head; she was confused.
Grabbing Beta’s arm she looked at it, it was still wrapped up in some rags she had found somewhere. Beta cut her arm on some glass or on the fence when she was escaping; her head began too hurt when she thought about it too hard.
Staggering too her feet she lifted the sleeping toddler into her arms and began to walk again; she still couldn’t find any edible food, the girl began to complain that she was hungry. Wherever they were she was hoping to find food soon or some happy faces.
It was still dark outside when Anais began walking she couldn’t exactly see where she was going there were no stars out the sky was colored in black; the clouds blocked the only thing she was hoping to use for a guide.
“Shit…” Anais spat; the wind picked up. “No food, the wind is picking up and I think your scratch is infected…”
Again she went walking. When she began to taste sand in her mouth she assumed that she stumbled into some empty lake or it was a sandstorm. She wasn’t too worried; if she couldn’t see where she was going neither could the predators.
She kept walking and walking on what felt like hours, she still couldn’t tell where she was going, she assumed if she kept moving forward she would end up somewhere.
Then everything turned cold.
A flash of bubbles, no more air, cold water and then it was black.
~ ~ ~
When he found her it was the color green that caught his eye he assumed it was nothing but trash but when it moved he decided to check it out.
Her lips were blue and she wasn’t moving anymore. He brought her back with him rushing into a nearby bungalow and put her into the bed, he fetched for Doctor Henry who was nothing more than a neurologist. He did his best and then left without a word.
He sat there patiently, waiting; the girl was rather small for her age then again he couldn’t tell how old she was exactly; two or possibly four.
After an hour the girl finally stirred awake with much delight Marcus watched her as she rose to her feet standing on the bed. When her eyes met his she simply starred, he noticed how yellow her eyes were however, and he assumed that it was from radiation poisoning.
“Hello,” Marcus said softly leaning forward, “my name is Marcus, what’s your name?”
The girl starred at him for the longest time, she noticed what he was wearing and though she had seen many of the Legion members wear it she knew her father wore something like that.
“Daddy!” she squealed rushing towards him giving him a hug, “daddy.”
With a sigh he grabbed her and returned the hug he could hear the girl make a sound of happiness, he smiled with a shake of the head.
“So, what can I call you then?” Marcus asked setting her on the bed.
The girl smiled grabbed the new shirt he had put on her and pulled on it, “I don’t know.”
Marcus chuckled lightly looking at her, he made a face and thought hard about it; he didn’t want to give her a new name she looked old enough too remember hers.
“Do you have a name?” he asked.
He sighed. “Okay then… how about I give you a new name until you remember your real one?”
The girl smiled wide.
Marcus thought hard again about a name, he didn’t want to give her a name that sounded quick and easy; she looked old enough to remember her real name but then again, he didn’t know how old she was.
As he thought the girl starred at him, she had never seen someone with green skin before. He was rather big, bigger than her father was supposed to be. However, she ignored it, he had on the sports gear that he father always wore so this man must be him; maybe he colored on himself.
“What about Emilee?” Marcus asked, “I knew a little girl your age named Emilee…”
She smiled at him nodding; she sat down on the bed and starred at him.
“Let’s see, Emilee… well, I like how Juniper sounds and taste…” he chuckled, “don’t worry, I won’t eat you.”
He once again thought before he picked her up and held onto her, he hugged her for a while; he remembered having a little girl this small right before the Great War. Waking up every morning to see her smiling for him, a wife by his side; a life that was older than the War itself, he thought of it often.
“Emilee Juniper-Mae,” he said, “I like that name for you.”
With a smile Emilee hugged him back resting her head on his shoulder. Smiling softly he put her back on the bed where he played with her listening to her talk about many things, stories or little secrets she knew about.
Marcus enjoyed every minute of it just listening to her watching her as she would play with his large hands. Finally when she fell asleep he tucked her into bed and watched her sleep until it was morning, he left the bungalow for a few hours and when he returned she was still sleeping. He smiled and left once again.