The border to Felarya I

Part I - The sensation of eternity



Sleeping was something very fine. It gave enough time to forget all around you and it gave you time to recover from the day. To sleep was like to forget everything for a little time … but every sleep has some time an end.

She opened up her eyes and yawned sleepy. She smacked dozily and rubbed her eyes, which only saw a few shadows for a moment before they began to work as they should do. The young woman began to sit up and stretched the hands away from her and stroke through the wild, long and green colored hair.
Normally she had blond hair but she didn’t like this color and so she decided to change it; a very normal decision for the young girl. She looked to her naked feet, played a little around with her toes and began to stand up from the bed which was, beside a commode, the only furniture in the little room.
Fade sunlight went through the closed windows and lighted up the room a bit. As she stood up, she began to collect her clothes, which lied around all over the ground and on a bunch.
Most of the clothes were from the trash or from some societies and so they looked all a little shabby but they did their job so she was satisfied.

She stepped into the only other room of the small flat, the bathroom and starred into the mirror. Her blue eyes were looking at her mirror image and she smiled a little into the face of a young teenager, maybe 16 years old.
“Morning” she said happily and began to wash her face with a little water and pulled on her clothes. A new day would begin and as she watched her watch, one of the rare treasures she had, she blinked three times. Shit! She was nearly too late for the work!
She shook her head and disposed the water on her face all over the mirror and blinked with a grin to her mirror image. “Sorry, have to go!” and so she began to run out of the room.

She, that was Sorcha. Her name, her identity and she liked it. The young girl stepped out of the house in which her flat was and stepped through the dirty streets of one of the slums of the city. She lived at the border of a big metropolis and she was well known her.
The most people know the young Sorcha as a girl which was always happy, she never looked sad when she went to her work every morning; she was a voluntary helper at the food counter for the older and poor people.
The only salary she got for this was food and some clothes, but she didn’t want to have more.
Her flat was payed by her “uncle” she said but this person never visited her or similar. She also didn’t speak very much about him, he was only the “uncle” and he nurtured the young Sorcha.

Curiously she didn’t also talk very much about her past. And this had a simple reason; Sorcha didn’t know anything about it. She couldn’t remember about her childhood, the time of growing up, her parents or other. Her uncle said it was because she had a amnesia and this part of her life was erased. Other people would maybe try to find out more about their past but Sorcha was always looking forward; she enjoyed every day and tried to be a good girl.

As she reached the food counter she went through the back entrance into the kitchen, a older woman was looking at her and smiled warmly, it was aunty Mesmera, the administration of this place.

“Sweetie, good morning. A little late, mh?” she asked but without any charge in her voice.

Sorcha blushes a little. “Sorry aunty Mesmera … I went to bed a little late … May I can help although?” she asked carefully and as the old woman smiled and nodded she grinned brightly.

“Of course you can sweetie. Just go at your place and say hello to the other.” and after her words Sorcha was already running to her place. Her job was to fill the dishes with food and it was a very interesting work.
She could watch many interesting persons and a lot of them were talking a little with her. Most of the old people gave her the advice to color her hair back from that green, it would be so … “modern” but Sorcha liked it very much.
A spectator would watch the girl with a little confusion; especially in this age the most teenagers, and Sorcha was still one like it seemed, wouldn’t be stand in such a place and help people. They would drink, having parties or studying at school, flirting with boys … but Sorcha was different.
She didn’t have many close friends, only the person on the work and a few of her neighbors. She never visited a school but she was pride of the fact she could read and write as good as an adult!

The work neared to his end and now it was time for the young girl to eat for herself a little. Mesmera brought her a dish with soup which she was eating while the old woman was watching her.

“How are you, sweetie?” she asked.

“Very well aunty … I’m going into the city today afternoon! I’ve saved enough money for a subway ticket into the center and there I’ll buy some sweets or else.” she said proud and nodded heavily.

The old woman didn’t look very fascinated, her view was anxious. “You promise that you’ll be careful? The main part of the city is very dangerous. There are many unfriendly boys and girls and I don’t want that they harm you.”

“Of course I’m careful aunty. I’ll tell you tomorrow how the trip has been, okay?” and with these words she stood up and gave Mesmera a little kiss at her cheek and ran out of the building. The old lady sighed a little and looked at the empty dish.
This girl was like her own little daughter and it was a shame that nobody knew something about her parents or her life. She looked so full of life and she was the good minded person she ever saw, it was like she was sent by heaven in this district. A little diamond in the mud.


A few hours later Sorcha was walking to one of the subway stations which were containing the metro into the main part of the city, the big districts. For an inhabitant of the slums it was very rare to come into this part of the city and the young girl was very excited of the fact she would finally see the big shops. She heard a lot of it, the big candy store in the main street would be her goal, where you could find every candy, every sweet you’re looking for.
She loved sweets very much, they were very rare for Sorcha and she got a little more of them in the first time she lived at her uncle; before he was sending her away into the flat because he had to do a important business.  
They were talking one time in month, she didn’t know where he was exactly but she was sure she would meet him soon.

As the metro arrived she stepped in, her ticket in her hand and excited she looked around. The most passengers looked very bored and annoyed, and nobody of her seat-neighbors wanted to talk with her.
A lady, which sad beside her, stood up as Sorcha sat down and mumbled something about “Slum mud …” but Sorcha looked down at her clothes, she couldn’t see any sign of dirt, she wore her best clothes today.
The drive with the metro took nearby three hours until she reached her goal, the main street and she knew her goal was very close, first she would visit the sweet store and then she would maybe walk a little through the shopping street, she had so much to see.

The sweet store was found very fast, she asked a few people but many only replied with words like “I have no money, beggar …” or “Don’t disturb me! I’m phoning, can’t you see?” or others, very strange but Sorcha raised her shoulders and finally a young girl showed her the way.
The store was really big and it took many times to decide which kind of toffee, sweets or candies she wanted to buy, she had to choose very good because she didn’t have very much money after buying and so she bought a fistful of red strawberry candies and a big licorice snake, she liked licorice very much because her uncle often gave her one when she made something very good.

Now she was walking along the mall and watched the many shops with big eyes. Whoever lived here was in paradise, she was very sure. In the slums there were not many shops, only a few which sold food and weapons for the gang-members but as many shops, discounters and clothes shops were amazing. Sorcha also watched one of the musicians who played in the streets and danced to the play of a violin player, which was a little strange for the many visitors of the mall but Sorcha had her fun.


The evening was coming closer and so she had to go back to the subway, she had to get the last metro before it became evening.
The shops were already closed and she walked gently in direction of the subway as she heard steps beside her. A few teens, maybe her age, came along the street behind her and one of them yelled. “HEY! Slum mud, stop!”

Sorcha stopped and turned back, again she looked down at her clothes, where the hell was mud there? But she smiled friendly to the four. “Hello! I’m Sorcha, I’m on my way to the subway, and who are you?” and she looked curious to the other teens.

They looked at each other and began to laugh. Was was so funny? She raised her shoulder and smiled friendly after the oldest of them looked at her. “You know that you can’t go away from here?”

Sorcha blinked now very fast. “What? Oh no, is it too late for the last metro?” she asked a little panicle.

Again they began to laugh and he shook his head. “No, slum mud. But you don’t belong to this place and if a shabby being like you come into this noble district you have to serve us.” and the other four nodded.

Sorcha frowned and shook her head. “Nooo that’s wrong, I know that every human is free. My aunty told me so. And even if it sounds funny to serve, I have to go now because aunty Mesmera is waiting and she is probably anxious.”

The boy sighed a little. “I don’t think you understand. It doesn’t interest us what the law is saying, WE say you’re serving us and you’ll do … or we’ll hurt you, understood? You’ll be …” and he looked around and pointed to one of the girls which came with him “… her new servant from now on!”

Something in his voice didn’t sound very friendly and Sorcha knew that this boy wasn’t very nice and he didn’t want to play or joke, so she had only one chance; running to the subway and searching help at one of the officers and so she nodded a little and began to run, very quickly.

“HEY! STOP! HOLD HER! GET HER!” the boy was screaming and they began to hunt her through the streets. Sorcha was running as fast as it was possible, she knew the metro wasn’t too far away and she could make it, if she would be fast enough.
She ran and ran and in the far she could see the entry. But after she passed the stairs down to the subway, the followed her, she began to hurry, the advance to these rude teens became smaller with every second and she ran along the rails and then it happened; she looked over her back if they still followed her and she began to stumble.
Sorcha couldn’t hold her balance and felt down to the rails, it didn’t hurt as she felt down at them but as she stood up the last thing she saw was the bright light of the metro which just arrived; the last thing she could fear was the crash with the powerful machine which grinded her a few meters and then there was darkness.


Whatever happened, she felt strange. She wanted to open her eyes but it wasn’t possible, she could feel how her body was disrupted into pieces, the metro was too fast and too heavy that she could survive it … but what now? Was this dying? …

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Everything became bright … she could hear voices. Was she sleeping? Was this a dream? The voices were familiar.

“Subject is emotional on a bad way … we could hear how she talked with herself …and she was crying for her mother … she is too silent for a normal child .. wehs hould stop that, this is no life for a child …”

Then it was silent around her until she heard again the voices.

“It is hard to accept but nature will do what we can’t … I don’t think the subject has the same abilities … she’ll die because of weakness and hunger … nobody of us can kill it, we are no murder … we are creator.”

And then she felt a deep fear, something deep inside her … “Mum …?” she whispered until she felt a strange feeling, like something pulled her away … far away …

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She gasped loudly and opened her eyes fast. Where she was? What happened? But the only thing she recognized was that she was laying in her bed. A dream? The boys, the main street?  


But then she starred at her right hand and the little paper bag filled with red candies and the licorice snake…