That night, in a building
that looked like it had once been a youth center, Marcus held a large dinner
for us.
The survivors, he had
called us.
Doug sat next to him,
whatever animosity there had been between the two had melted away.
Nora sat next to me on
the right, Alana to my left.
The room was well lit.
There were people
singing, passing around food.
If it wasn’t for the more
modern looking furniture and architecture it could almost pass as some medieval
party.
Marcus stood, a glass mug
in his hand.
“Everyone, tonight we
welcome four new members to our community.
Please, accept them with open arms, and help them feel welcomed in our
New Eden.”
Marcus continued to
speak, but my attention was drawn to a woman sitting on the far end of the
room. She looked to be in her fifties,
her long gray hair streaked with bright red.
She wore a blindfold around her eyes, and a young woman was helping her
eat.
I wanted to talk with
her.
I couldn’t explain why,
but I needed to.
I leaned towards Alana,
asking her who the woman was.
“That is the Rita, the
Seer.”
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