“Do you know when this
all began? The invasion?”
Rita sat next to me, her
movement slow, careful.
I shook my head.
She couldn’t have seen me
do it, but she knew.
“It doesn’t matter. Just know that it is not when you think it
actually happened. It had started long
before then.”
She turned her head
towards me, her hidden, wrapped eyes looking at me.
“The invasion started
almost thirty years ago. Before you were
born. Before anyone even knew it was
happening. By the time people were aware,
it was already too late.”
I was confused. How could this be my story?
I asked her.
“Your role in this was
being planned out… written, if you would like, before your parents even thought
of having you.”
Rita sighed, seeming to
sense my continued confusion.
“Think of it as a not so ancient prophecy, Ren
John.”
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