Foreshadowing my eyelids, I fought to get up, let the light touch my eyes and find out where was I. With a long breath I concluded that I must have been left on an island. A rustling waves breaking itself against the shore only solidified my previous analysis. Rubb of my eye finally gave picture to a landscape that opened before me.
A white sand like it was bleached was under me, while the end of it crawled under the blue water almost turquoise if you stare at it. Another breath made me relax, enjoy this beautiful place. I felt calm, as that was what I needed after years of fighting in the outer Systems, brought war to already war torn planets and Alliances that craved for resources and made us die for their goals. But I grew tired of it and told few people the truth about our wars. That’s why I have to move until the storm passes.
The travel took me a blink of an eye. Our portals were supreme in comparative with the civilian ones. Military always had good gadgets. Nobody will find me here. Those that wanted me dead for speaking out against them can’t touch me here. I wish them luck in getting out of the mess I’ve created for them.
Twist of head made me realise the actual situation I was in. There was just a small square of land around me and a palm tree. No cabin, nothing else but white sand, a storm closing in from the west and an endless ocean full of sharks.
– Well… Fuck.
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