You can read the previous part here: Part 1
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January 6, 2024
Mei stared. It was all she could do at her finger while a tiny drop of blood stained her pale skin. She was different from the rest of the Hilos that surrounded her, not that it mattered. The blood was the same, the blood flowed as much as it did outside the house. Or maybe it was more outside, considering millions were dying, and as the news said, in cold blood, like the one on Mei’s finger.
Plus, what difference had belonging or looking alike to the others really made? Mei wondered. She had received a call stating her cousin in Minoa was dead, anyway. Given her father was one of the few thousands who were draped in red outside, how long would it be before they were destroyed? Mei missed Zainan. He was the only peaceful cousin she had. The rest of them were always discussing the war, the tactics, the difficulties, they obviously knew about it considering they spent a good amount of time facing the difficulties.
The battles were growing fiercer by the day, the death toll increasing at alarming rates. They could hear firearms day and night. Everyone was locking themselves into rooms, draping the curtains with black.
But how long will black curtains keep people out? And it’s not like they can stop nuclear bombs, Mei wondered. She wondered a lot. She would wonder and would write it down in her diary. At times, she would peek out, and write about the blue sky that was visible from the thin gap between the black cloth. The sky was beautiful, it was one thing she could always wonder about.
The sky would not have betrayed the fact that there was a war going on in the Hilitine. The same sky was shared by all the countries.
However, the same could not be said about the land. Countries had completely divided up and taken sides. It was a worldwide conflict, like the ones Mei had read about in her textbooks. In the books, they called these world wars. Mei called it World War III, just like everyone else.
Outside the small cottage a few miles away, a man with pale long fingers held a gun, pressed the wound on his stomach. He had to fight, he had to get home to his kids. The sky showed signs of victory. His daughter used to peek out to see its bright blue, and the man could see it stretching above him for miles. It clearly stated there would be victory, however whose, it did not specify. The sky may have had their best interests at heart but the land clearly didn’t.
The ground beneath him groaned as a crevasse cut its way in between the lands as if truly specifying on whose side which people were. The ground jerked him off his feet as he landed inside the big crack that had opened up, and anyone, even Mei, who knew nothing of the war, would have known it was the last they would see of him. She was ready for it, anyway.
The earthquake rocked Mei’s world, quite literally. It jerked the house left and right, smashing over trees like they were merely popsicle sticks to be knocked down at the will of the earth. The ocean danced in harmony with the land, as a massive tsunami smashed over the seaside houses. Mei blacked out. She woke up to the sound of a radio broadcast.
“…10 Richter. The east Hilitine is completely destroyed. For any help please contact…”
Destroyed, thought Mei. It was bound to happen.
“The Prime Minister said in his speech, ‘I request all countries to kindly send their aid and serve the lives of millions who are dying out there. We all are brothers and sisters.’”
Mei could feel a throbbing pain on her head once again. She jerked her head but found it was tied to something with some sort of cloth. She was Alarmed at first, but it sank in the extent of her injury, for how long she had been unconscious and so did the reality. There was an earthquake in the middle of the war. The Prime Minister had given a speech. He’d said they were brothers and sisters. They, as in all the countries. Brothers and sisters who killed their own blood ruthlessly, mercilessly.
They indeed are like my brothers, Mei thought, as she tried to toss her head into a position where her head would not hurt as much, the background being the yowling of a government official about how many arms and all they lost due to the severe quake, failing the attempt, she sighed. Just like her brothers, thinking only about the war.
Of course, she could only imagine, and she could only wonder. Clearly, the war was more important. Because as a coughing Mei spent a week or two tied under the blue sky, it was clear that there was going to be no help. All she could do was look up and wonder.
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You can read the next part here: Part 3