"You live here?"
It nods, pointing with its right arm towards some papers on the wooden table.
Mina walks up to the papers, picking them up.
"Gernosian times: Mass evacuations for the civil population! 22.09.3421.
At Monday noon, terrorists struck multiple banks across our beautiful never sleeping megapolis. Uproar amongst traitors spreading like wildfire, cursing blessed minds with ill intent against our golden democracy. Mass resistance against the protests from the G.E.F and multiple Karanos garrisons have lasted until now. Gernosian executive chief Mayor Tarot undermines the importance of the newly released "Identification act" as stated "It ensures public safety for every citizen from potential threats from cyber exploitation." Opposition leader Georg Kara suggests "listen to the struggled voices" as he argued "...to bring back Order to our community, we need to listen to both sides.". Talks on further actions are still yet to be decided. "
She frantically looks around the shack, searching every corner.
"Is here any HO.C-Powersocket?"
Fotia blankly stares at her.
"Like a small yellow-blue socket on the wall."
Fotia understood her, standing up and moving one of the brown couches from the wall, revealing a small damaged socket. She quickly walks up to it, squatting down and grabbing a small white ellipsoid device out of her pocket. Connecting the device with the power source in the wall through a cable.
"A//07OA//3405Sagittarius-Z//01NAF" the white glowing letters spelled out on the screen of her device. Her fingers quickly glide over the virtual keyboard typing a command on the screen, resulting with a map showcasing the current area.
"Alright I got a road to follow. Thanks for the shelter, Fotia. Got any Food by chance?" her belly growls silently as she suddenly turns her head to the closed door, opening slightly. Suddely it slams against the wooden wall.
A white cloaked figure rushes into the room holding a hand pistol. Mina kicks the table to the ground, jumping behind the table, hiding behind the table. The trigger falls multiple times, flying bullets crack the air, hitting the table on multiple areas. Fotia too late to the hasteful conflict rushes in front of the table, deflecting half the magazine of the enemy. The white cloaked figure reaches its belt. Fotia, trying to disarm the intruder, fails to do so. Their legs instinctively jump back a foot, managing to be out of Fotias' reach. Slamming the magazine, clocking the pistol and jumping to the side behind a near wall beside the entrance way.
What is that thing? In the reports there was no mention of a 9-foot robot colossus in her belongings. Its surface also impenetrable to my bullets, on what kind of black market did she buy that?
"Mina Akwando! Across various Sectors you are in breach of galactic law. As of 19.09.3421, a permanent Thanatos sentence was decided in court. I hereby have the right to bring you to the court." The figure shouts behind the wall.
Fotia slowly steps back, turning its head back. Blood is dripping slightly on the ground. The bullet grazed her hip. Fotia's head turns back to the wall, slowly walking towards it. Thunderous steps crack the wooden floor. Throwing its right fist against the wall, shattering it into pieces, but too late as the figure already rushed out the entrance into the forest, vanishing behind the tree line.
How can this day get worse? Now this fanatical cult even found my location.Maybe I should have crashed on a different planet.
She looks up at the kitchen counter on the other side of the room, noticing a kitchen blanket near the sink. Standing barely with one leg with the wound bleeding on her hip , she slowly ambles towards the counter. Lifting her black furred sweater, it reveals a jarring wound just above her hip bone, she takes the red-white patterned kitchen blanket, wrapping it tightly around her wound. She falls on the ground, leaning against the white wade robe doors under the kitchen counter.
Fotia walking up to her, picks up a small wooden stick leaning next to the entrance with an empty shoe rack, it hands it over. Mina shakingly stands on her legs, leaning with all her weight on the stick.
"Thanks for that. He still is out there waiting in the tree line somewhere, at least you being here makes it harder for him to detain me. You know, I did some stuff back then, I don't think you want to be involved in this."
Fotia sways its head.
"I see. Don't complain when it's getting serious."
Fotia thumbs up.
"Alright" she takes a deep breath
Fotia scans for a potential way out and points to the half-burned stove on the wall.
"Are you serious? Burn the shack? Isn't this your home, your only home?"
Fotia nods sitting down beside her.
"It could work as a great distraction, I'm in. Follow me I know the way to the nearest Air-train station, even if it's some miles away and we are bit slow because of my hip."
Some minutes passed, Mina found a traveler's backpack and an old matchbox in one of the wade robes upstairs. She moved some small wooden chest around in the closet next, accidentally breaking its wooden cover. Her gaze oversees for a short moment a tangled-up piece of paper.
"Dear Ophelia, I wish you the best congrats. I heard everything went smoothly and you celebrated it with them all. I can't apologize enough, but I found him, my brother. I will talk to him and make you finally meet him, but I'll arrive late, and I can't shake the feeling of shame I currently have. I searched for him for so long and now I choose this selfish decision of trying to get him back. Please don't hate me, I still love you, I'm going to be back, don't worry. Your d ...." the letters scribbled and unreadable she stows it away, staring at it for few seconds and standing back up with the help of her stick.
"So ready for some warmth?" She giggles lightly under her mask.
Fotia winds up its arm and throws a powerful punch against one of the wooden walls of the shack. The match slides across the matchbox, letting out sparks, catching the ever-blue flame. She throws the small fire through the big hole into the shack.
The white cloaked figure peeks behind the tree, hearing the loud thunderous sound from the shack. The small fire quickly catches the carpets with fine wool strands, growing larger with every second, engulfing finally the whole shack. The figure gets out of its hiding spot, standing before the giant blue fire.
"Follow me, Fotia!"
Limping slowly forward, Mina struggles in the snow to advance. Fotia's eyes turning into an emerald green, comes from behind and picks her up.
"Hey, wait what are you doing?!"
Fotia places her behind its head, speeding up the escape. Her mad demeanor falls into a joyous laugh as they both rush through the forest.
"Up to Ghaya we go!"
The sky-high mountains crown pokes the sky while casting a cold soothing shadow from the blue cold sun unto the straight continuous ravine. Both lost souls emerging from a small cave passage set to wander through the narrow mountainous path. Mina and Fotia's pilgrimage through the long ravine created a calming silence with the occasional cold breeze coming in.
"For being a fully covered canyon, this place is very pretty I must say. But the road to Ghaya is such a long walk, let's find some warm resting places for the night! The sun looks like to set in like an hour anyway..."
Sitting comfortably on Fotia's back, she scouted a small cave in on the side of the mountain which they both decided to seek rescue from an incoming blizzard.
Finally, some peace and that gnarring hip pain finally starts to numb. I feel like that thing has thoughts and feelings, I might be delusional, but I felt joy coming from it. Either way, it has helped me so much, and maybe he is the angel I once so much prayed for.
Fotia's white glowing eyes start to get dimmer and turn into a deep dark blue, standing solid like a statue, while her soul set to lay on the ground. Her eyes twitch and her breath start to fasten as she mumbles to herself silently.
"Oh, dear angel above, please lend me your sword and answer my call. Grant me protection and peace for the rest of my life, let me wake up again and daydream about my sorrow and joy. I ask of you eternally." and her soul calms.
Fotia's eyes suddenly start to shine again, turning its head to the outside of the cave. The blizzard storms violently, and the snow-white fog so dense it obscures Fotia's sense of any distinction between a tree and a person. But its eyes see it, a silhouette in the storm.