The Burning Wheel

I see you……Come closer…….

Let us touch…..Inside….

The burning wheel……

In the beginning…….

It started out really nice. Nice before we knew the truth. Nice before everything became less civilized. It started out with the three of us. Three little girls running around the compound. Only we didn’t call it that back then. Back then it was just home. The tall wired off fences. The lights, the towers. The guards telling us not to get too close to the fences, not to run off. We laughed about it all the time, them trying to tell us what to do. Those where the days. It was always the three of us….Dana, Alice and me. You couldn’t keep us apart.

As time went on and we got older things about us changed. Alice still ran her mouth. Dana still played the left side for the Sharks. And me I started to feel the weight of the truth everyone was hiding. This was not supposed to be the way and I knew it. I felt it deep in my bones. The truth was out there….somewhere beyond that fence. I would walk out there and search the horizon. I would try to see how far I could go till that light flashed on me and they told me stop.

They where always telling me to stop. I wanted to keep going. This is story of how one day I kept going. This is the story of how I learned the truth.

Part one: The Age of Apocalypse

When we where young. They told us we where loved. They told us that everything is how it was supposed to be. We learned at this young age, that there was this incident. We learned that the world once held a mystery. They taught to us in a round circle on a clean bare floor. They taught us and we sat in the circle they spoke and we heard. We learned that man kind found the truth of the world. We learned words like reconnaissance and suicide bombers and nuclear war. We learned that several someone’s took it upon themselves to cleanse the earth. And we learned that only the strong survived. We learned that most cities where children use to play, where lovers met, where sports where played, we learned that most of these places where now rubble. Dust and bones, empty spaces where life use to meet. They were gone. And we where all that was left….beside the nomads and the murderers still clinging to the old ways. We learned that our way was the only way.