Conspiracy

Prologue

It was impossible, completely irrational. This was a time of peace, a time to live life to its extremities, not to destroy it by merely pushing a button on a joystick. This was a time of prosperity and freedom, not war. So, why her? Why now?

The voices around her said she was tired and needed her rest. They spoke the immanent truth but not in the right sense to her. Her soul was frayed and tattered and it was a miracle she could still bat her eyelids much less sit at his side and offer him comfort as he fought for life.

With barely a thread of hope, he clinged to life as he lightly held her hand. He still had much to live for. His wife and newborn daughter, for example, but with the frigid reality that the colony that Hilde and the baby was on was also attacked, they could have already have passed on.

Shaking her head in despair not willing to let the tears fall, she cursed of the injustice of it all. She wanted to believe they were alive, but there was no reason to be naïve about the matter.

With a sagging head and a heavy heart, she clenched his large pale hand tighter in her own. Her lower lip trembled and tears began to line her eyes, the tears she had willed not to fall. They came swift and mercilessly as she rested her brow on his forearm and weeped like a lost child.

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