Visions

Ideas, commonly known as 'Visions', are no gift.
Visions are dangerous.
Visions are only to be used under careful government supervision as decreed by our Commander and saviour.
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1. Alastair's Fear

“Look! There’s a dragon!”

“Dragons don’t exist...” Alastair’s voice shakes. He would have told her to be quiet, but it was too late for that now.

“Have you ever seen one?” His daughter, his beautiful Kathryn, continues to gaze upwards. The blue of the sky reflects into the grey of hers. The grey she got from her mother.

“No...”

“Then how do you know they don’t exist?”

            Despite the fact that for the past hour they had been escorted around by soldiers, Kathryn’s smile only just disappears.

Peering over the soldier’s shoulders, her eyebrows furrow and her words are unnaturally quiet for her, “Where’re we going?

The crowds enquiring eyes were left behind a while back and any recognisable landmark vanished from sight within their human confine.

Alastair glances up at a guard beside him, but the soldier’s eyes don’t leave the front.

Alastair takes this chance to mumble under his breath, “It’s called The College.”

She opens her mouth to ask more questions. Alastair feels the soldier’s sight swivel round in an instant.

“Lots of people go there, darling. It’s a kind of school. Its part of… growing up.”

The soldiers all face front again. His reassurance in the government must have sounded slightly convincing at least.

“I hate school. I have to close my eyes to stop “staring into space”. And they torture you with number rubbish.” Kathryn grumbles.

Alastair wants to smile in admiration at her strength.

I wish I had some of it left…

A guard’s staff jabs her side. Alastair winces, flinching to try and protect her.

But he can’t protect her anymore.

What has the world come to when a father can’t protect his own daughter?

He wants to say more; say everything will be OK.

I want to wrap my arms around her and just collapse to the floor.

But he can’t with everyone breathing down his neck.

Kathryn looks up at the sky again. The sparkle in her eyes returns. Alastair can almost feel her thoughts dancing, lighting up the shadowy space around them. It’s dangerous, but he’d so risk it to be like her; to imagine they weren’t being marched to their deaths.

Alastair squeezes her hand tighter.

I’m so glad she doesn’t know the pain it is to be inside my head.

The guards gather in closer, almost blocking out the clouds.

No dragon could save them now.

No-one could.

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