Requiem: Life on Verigo

Requiem is an epic trilogy, written in an autobiographical style, we get to see the world from the eyes of a street urchin called Rilley Faliin; better known as Daw'ka.

In 'Life on Verigo' we learn about the history of humanity; from them leaving Earth in search of sanctuary, to them colonizing the planet of Astril. Then we follow Daw'ka's life on his home planet of Verigo, as he watches his mother die he knows his life is going to change. He finds love, friends, enemies and tragedy.


13. A Better Life

It was strange, I was given all of this just for a small favor, but a small favor with a powerful man is in fact a large favor. Even when shown the beauty of the house, in the back of my mind I felt unease. Amé, reluctant also at first soon caught on to how good an opportunity it was, she was more excited then I was. Her excitedness was contagious and soon I was also in a dizzying state of happiness at the thought of our lives together. The house that Arnold showed us was located in a nice part of Horndew, apparently such a place existed. It was in the usual Verigo style, a terrace building, square and simple. Detail and character was something that Verigonian architecture did not allow. But it had three bedrooms, a lounge, a kitchen and our own private bathroom. It was miles better than the studio apartment I stayed in with my mother, our bathroom down the hall and shared by twenty five other apartments, as was customary with assisted housing provided my the Empire.
     We stood outside our newly acquired house, Amé and Eliza standing either side of me. The sun had began to set after the long day, our house faced onto Horndew Dean. A place I now had great reverence for after this mornings events. 
     I remember looking over at Amé and saw her eyes gaze up at her new home, her first and only home. She squeezed my hand and kissed me on the cheek before bouncing up the stairs to the large door, her sister in tow. With a great heave and a loud creek the door lunged open and they both disappeared into the darkness to explore their safe new world. I could only chuckle at their excitement and followed them at a pace my legs allowed me to go after the day I had. 
     As I walked through the threshold I took in the sight. The door on the left opened to a storeroom, to the right the lounge leading into the kitchen, fully equipped with an electric hob and running water. Up the stairs were the bedrooms; bathroom on the left, Eliza's room straight forwards, Amé's to the right and mine furthest down the hall. It was perfect. Beautiful. Everything I could have wished for.
     It was fully furnished with chairs and tables, a bookcase filled with mystery novels and romance stories. From those I would learn how to read and write, Amé herself knew how so she became my tutor. Long hours spent by her side in the candle light after the electricity was cut at around 10pm, as was the norm. While we did we drank the wine that was kept in the store room, our drunk laughing and playful tousling lasting long into the night.
     The cupboards and fridge was fully stocked with foods I'd never seen before, things you could only get from the other richer districts. A man working for Melro would come to the house every thursday to drop off our weekly allowance.
      The first few weeks Amé would spend her nights sleeping in Eliza's room, keeping her company and reading her stories. I often heard her soft spoken words in the evenings from my bedroom. Grand stories of Verigonian pilots fighting for the Empire and saving beautiful women, stories of wild beasts befriending the forests critters to protect them from evil goblins. Amé didn't know it but often she was reading these stories not only to her sister but me as well. I would lay in bed awake just waiting for the story to begin. 
     During the day we'd would go into the dean and play in the snow as the winter months drew on. Making snow men and having snow ball fights, then going home and having a hot bath. Often I would walk past Amé in the evening, she'd be dripping wet and covered only in a towel, her naked body brushing against mine as we maneuvered past the thin hallway. 
     Our relationship didn't start until the start of spring. The snow was beginning to thaw in the new born sun, it seemed like the whole world was melting once again, bringing life back to Horndew Dean. We'd sit outside on the steps of our house, talking about our past. I learnt finally about how she was an orphan, her parents abandoning her and her sister when she was ten, forcing her to grow up quickly to provide for her sibling. She'd cry and I'd hold her tightly. Then she said something I'll never forget, "you saved me the night I met you, under the bridge. You've helped me be happy, I didn't want to show Eliza how sad I was. But now I don't have to fake it." 
     That day she grabbed my hand and took me to her room where we made passionate love for the first time. It was everything I thought it would be, and more.
      We lay naked on the bed together, a bottle of wine on the bed side table, softly we caressed each others bodies, exploring every inch of one another. It was love I felt that day, an emotion I'd never experienced before, intoxicating, mind bending love. 
     The happiness I felt made my body grow stronger, my black hair got fuller and longer. Amé told me often how much she loved my blue eyes, she said she could pick me out of a crowd because my eyes shone so brightly a blue. 
     Despite all of this happiness, all of this love. I couldn't help but feel that this was a borrowed life, a gift that at some point must be taken away. Melro had handed me this gift, I was reminded everyday of this by the necklace that lay across my chest. At any point he could take this all away and we'd be as we once were, ghosts. We were living a lie, but a beautiful lie.
     Whenever the three of us went out in the day we had to watch our backs against possible attacks, you never knew who out there would bring our whole world crashing around our heads just because we couldn't become citizens. It was a fear that would come and go, but a fear it was, and a fear that would never go away, unless something happened to change it. 
     And on that night in early April, something would bring our lives to an unprecedented crossroads. 
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