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Sneak Peak
Prologue - The Teacher
25 Years PE (Post Event)
I am not my brother’s keeper, nor is he mine. Despite what we
have been taught and how we have been raised, we are individuals bound not by
blood but by circumstance.
Our parents
are not even the ones who created us. We were found.
One of us
tossed aside to die like a deformed animal, the other caught in the seconds following
his birth, in the grasp of the woman he would know to be his mother.
Both us are
anomalies.
We were
both born in a world where the children all died. When the unborn lost their
life in the womb.
A virus
raged the world, taking the young and transforming most of the others.
Our mother
was not touched by the virus, or our brother Danny. Our sister though, was
infected, but our mother praises the fact that she was saved.
Was our
sister really saved? Or condemned to live a tortured life. Never knowing what
she was or could be.
None us,
the young, the few who remained in the beginning, know nothing of a green world
filled with happiness and laughter.
We know
hunger and sickness and we know fear.
Fear is not
a fictional tale to us; it is reality every night when we closed our eyes to
sleep.
We are
trying, all of us, to make the world a better place for those who are now being
born. For the children that defied the odds of the virus that still lingers in
the air.
Not all who
are conceived gasp their first air of life in this world.
They are born
without breath, life or a soul.
Things have
to change.
Growing up,
we were coddled within a parental shelter.
The love of
our mother was never a question. She taught us to be strong; she protected us
when we were weak. Fought for us. More than anything she instilled the basic human
value in us both. She made me believe that I could be whatever I wanted and
could do whatever I needed to do.
She never loved or treated us any differently,
yet, I know when she sees us now, she knows.
She knows my brother and I want two
different things.
We fight
for two different things.
We, as
brothers are as divided as this world.
One side against
the other.
I will do
what I need to do to ensure this world goes on, that this place becomes better
for the generations to come.
They have
taken this world and destroyed it. They grow in numbers and their offspring
will be just as deadly to us.
Because of
that, I will lead into battle. It will be a war that has only been imagined yet
never waged.
For the
woman who bore me that I never knew, and for the mother who loved and raised me
… it is time.
It has gone
on for decades and must stop now.
The
so-called doctrines of the future, a guide book to us all, predicted the
outcome and length.
I put no
stock in the doctrines because I know who wrote them. I was there as his pen
moved across the page and his eyes glanced to the ceiling thinking of words he
could use to create a false story.
And even if
they hold some truth, they are words from a future.
The future
can be changed.
I was destined
to do it … and I will.
