Red and Blue

I laid on my back on hard dirt, the remains of a field, explosions and fires erupting around me. I stared at the soot and ash swirling through the sky, falling like black snow from a black sky. The bomb blast had sent me flying, and I must have had a concussion because my vision was fuzzy, and it was hard to think. There wasn’t a medic anywhere near me, at least, there hadn’t been before the blast, but I had no idea how far I’d been thrown. I couldn’t move my arms or legs. Maybe I was just in shock? My eyelids were heavy. Of course I’d be tired after all the fighting. Surely there was nothing wrong with closing my eyes for a moment.

Something blue caught my eye, and I started back awake. I wanted to see what is was. It was difficult with my blurred vision, but I finally figured the blue was fabric, soiled with soot and mud, and embers had peppered the fabric with tiny holes. It was an enemy uniform, I realized. I had landed beside a fighter from the other team. He didn’t look so good. He was starting to fade. I wondered if I was, too.

“Hey, you okay?” My voice was a bit raspy, but I think he heard me. He stirred a little.

“I-I don’t know,” he called back to me shakily.

“Can you move your arms?” I asked.

“No,”

“Looks like we’re in the same way, then.”

“I guess so.”

We were silent for a moment. Then, the other fighter asked, “I wonder who’s winning?”

“Good question,” I replied. “I guess we’ll find out in a minute.”

I saw a spark of light as he began to disappear.

“Do you ever wonder why we’re fighting?” he whispered.

I would have shrugged if I could have. “I think I might have once or twice, but it usually makes a glitch.”

“I see,” the fighter said. “I guess, I just wonder what we win in the end.” He looked over at me, his body glowing. “Too bad we weren’t on the same team. I think we could have been good friends.”

I smiled a little. “Who knows? Maybe we’ll be on the same team next time.”

He smiled, too. “Maybe. I’d like that.”

“What’s your name?” I asked. “I’ll look for you.”

His face went distant. “We don’t have names. We’re not Mains.”

“That’s right. My mistake.” I smiled again. “See you in the next one, friend.”

He smiled again, then faded into a cluster of lights that raced up and disappeared in the sky. I sighed, watching my health gauge drain to zero. Oh well. I’d be back in less than a second, and I wouldn’t remember any of it. He wouldn’t either.

I became a cluster of lights, flying into the sky, then there was only a moment of darkness. Then I was back, my clothes clean, my items and health replenished, back at the Player 1 base. I guess the blue team had won last time, since the battle was starting over. Other fighters began to leave the base, out into the fray, but I glanced at the fighter next to me. He looked familiar somehow, like perhaps I had seen him before, but wearing blue. But that must have been a glitch, because then I didn’t recognize him at all, but I think, if we could ever talk, we would be great friends.

Inspired by her love of reading and her enthusiasm for science fiction. Sixteen-year-old Mary, a year older than Christopher Paolini was when he began writing his first book, Eragon, thought, he did it, I can succeed as well. Mary wanted to make her own world inspired by George Lucas’s Star Wars sagas, where he made his own universe with his own planets and cultures. This made her want to create her own universe as well. In addition to Star Wars, she also loves Richard Paul Evans’ Michael Vy series, Eoin Colfer’s Artemis Fowl series, and Susanne Collins’ Hunger Games trilogy. Mary writes from her South Texas home in the United States.

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