Northern_Lights_2014

Rebellion By Maryah Wilson The year 2012, everything was to come to an end. That is what everyone says anyways. The Mayan Calendar had predicted it but nothing happened. December 21 st , 2012 had come around and everyone was still there. No meteors had struck the earth, no earthquakes shaking the land to pieces, the sun did not envelope everyone in a fireball, and Satan did not come and destroy us all. No, we were alive and well. But, something did happen that day in history. It was something that none of us would have ever expected to happen. Life from space had finally contacted us. It was a miracle. Every country around the world got the signal that they were there and began sending back welcomes. No, the world did not end in the year 2012. That was the first day of a whole new type of world. A world built of hell and misery from those we tried to contact and welcome to our planet. It was just the first day that the world as we knew it ended. It just so happened that the technology that they carried with them was a far cry above our own. Ships landed in the bigger cities as they came out in waves, those glowing slitted cat eyes reflecting our burning cities. They called themselves Tsaeb and their medieval weaponry seemed ab- normally advanced against what our top technology was supposed to be. Somehow not one of our weapons or missiles seemed to make it past their defenses. Mass chaos ensued as they took over country after coun- try. Full armies were decimated in hours with very few deaths on their end and soon the adults that struggled against them were killed, those who obeyed were made slaves. Children got the worst fate of all. If we were strong we were sent as the entertainment of our captors and made to fight against one another to the death until we either died, or we became too old to fight. Some of us have never even seen anything outside of this Coliseum that they had built. Those of us just old enough to remember having an actual childhood, tell the others stories of the outside world. Now, we all serve the vile beings that have us trapped in these metallic hell holes. The world as we know it is now over, and it is only the year 2025. Our hell is not over. Separated from our parents they trapped us underneath the Coliseum. The smell of the sweet air out- side seemed to be just a far off memory, the blue sky now representing the heaven we wish we all could escape to. The dank cell entrapping us seemed to glow with the eerie blue light of the cells that lined the walls. Those very cells that powered the Coliseum, and what we all now call home. The same energy that lined the walls is what chains us in this place. A collar around each of our biceps shows the Tsaeb version of our name. It is the only word we know to read in their writing, but some of us are figuring out other words as well. We are learn- ing, adapting, waiting, but we first must survive. The whimpers of the other children in the cell bring back the memories of what had happened and what we were now going through. Soon, day would come again and we would have to fight once more to survive. My name is Aryn, and we are the Revolution. Leaning against the cold metallic wall, I could only take slow calming deep breaths trying to ignore the burning wound along my calf. Bandages and ointment sat next to me as well as a single cloth with water to wash myself of the sweat and blood. The smell in the cell was nearly overwhelming in the sweltering summer day. Too many people in such a small area was not a great idea. Once I had caught my breath from my fight 22