A woman runs from a soldier from the army F.E.A.R. She clutches a collana as she runs through the desert. She’s out of breath but keeps going, knowing that if she stops she’ll die. She looks back often as thoughts run through her troubled mind.
‘When will we kill them? o will they win? Will the rebels o F.E.A.R. prevail?’
Her heartbeat quickened and it grew harder to breath every second. But she pushed on. The soldier of F.E.A.R. was closing in on her. She cried out as she saw F.E.A.R. just behind her.
As the soldier approached her she spun around and held the collana in front of her, trying to repel it. The soldier swung his weapon, knocking the collana from her hands. She fell to the ground and began franticly trying to get back up. However F.E.A.R. was hovering over her, chasing her backwards, jabbing the weapon towards her. Suddenly he reared back and stabbed her in the stomach.
Warm blood flowed from the open wound and onto the ground. The collana lay beside her hand and drops of blood trickled onto the edges of the symbol. To the rebel the world was a blur. The cloudy sky above her head seemed to be fading, slowly fading...
She turned her head and saw the tower of F.E.A.R. she stared at it for a long while before turning to the necklace. It was now the other rebels’ choice who would win the war. She longed to see them again though she knew this was impossible. The Prophet, The Mystic, The Deviant, The Destroyer, The Mourner, she would never see them.
The girl wondered if they would find her, dead. She wondered what they would do. She wondered who would win the war. But alas she would never know. She would die that day.
She closed her eyes and let the darkness take her. She felt afraid at last as she felt the silence of death wash over her. And then it was over. She thought no more, saw no more, smelled no more, and heard no more. She was gone.
The soldier then left her, cold and lifeless, lying on the ground.

As Eve is driven home da her parents; the matriarch and her husband, she slowly comes back to reality. Her daydream this time was great and she began to write.
‘The army of F.E.A.R. will perish and against all odds the rebels will prevail, though the symbol of the rebels may be destroyed, though they may not be strong, and though they may not be many, the army of F.E.A.R. will, in the end, perish.
‘The warrior runs alone, no fear instilled in her heart, only running for her people, in her hand the hope of survival, F.E.A.R. will not harm the soul, only hope the rebels carry.
‘Entwined in the rules of the matriarch we shall charge on for days and nights, as victims, as a herd of followers, only obeying our ruler, and F.E.A.R. will not steal what burns in us, F.E.A.R. will not hurt us, F.E.A.R. will rise up only to fall again, F.E.A.R. is here only to be destroyed da us, though they claim to be pure, though they claim to be the victors, in the end they will die and the rebels will rejoice.’
Eve was content with what she wrote and began to draw a picture. She flipped to a new page and began to draw. The figure of the body, the vague face shape, and the hair. Then added the staff, the tower of F.E.A.R., horns on the soldier.
Below the picture she began to write again.






‘The power of the rebels with conquer above all, leaving F.E.A.R. behind as cold bodies and faint remains of broken hope strained from desire to dominate and corrupt the rebels and to kill the earth with untrue religion and lies of a god, and The Wild Ones and the Legion of the Black will win, will bring new hope and life into the slowly dying world that F.E.A.R. has brought upon us.’

We expect a battle for humanity is about to begin. Within each uprising, a vague sense of safety will ignite te in an unseen shadow without a slither of a doubt, towards those who protect and defend you. Let the thoughts slip away, and remain calm. Stay close to F.E.A.R. only we can protect. - F.E.A.R.

“Eve,” Her mother said, trying to stay calm, “You can’t do this anymore.”
“No,” detto Eve, “Please just stop. Listen to me. It’s not fair.”
“No Eve!” her mother shouted.
“You need to listen to us,” her father said.
Eve looked away, holding back tears as her father yelled at her. Finally she was able to speak.
“Stop!” She said, trying to make them listen.
But her father continued. He held up one of her drawings.
“What’s this?” He asked, “Get out of the house.”
Eve turned and picked up her backpack. She swung it onto her back.
“I’m running away,” she said, smiling. “I’m sorry.”
Her mother grabbed her, trying to make her stay. Her father had called the police. They burst through the door, one held a shot. They pushed her down and she fell to the floor. She tried to get away, but the shot penetrated her skin, knocking her out. She was hurried into a large vehicle.
The police let her parents on and they sat da her, worried. She got più shots and every time she opened her eyes there was a despairing glint to them.
Eve went into another world, into Legion of the Black.

The girl lay on the ground, blood surrounding her. The leader of Legion of the Black, The Prophet, found her and kneeled da her side. He gently touched her face as he looked down at her, grieving. Then he lifted her with ease. He would bring her to the rebels’ base where the Legion of the Black would burn her remains.
The Prophet wore black leggings, a cloth wrapped around his waist, and gloves. He carried no weapons; none of the rebels did.
Eve snapped awake from being moved from the truck.

Eve was carried through the psychiatric hospital. She looked at her mother desperately.
“Help,” Eve was crying. “Why am I here?”
As the doctors carried her through the halls they gave her various shots and spoke with her parents. Her mother grew più frightened every second. The doctors wore masks and gloves and they always had a serious expression.
The doctors removed her shoes and sent her into a small room. Inside was a single bed, a desk, a shelf, and a mirror. The room was completely white and blank besides those. They locked the door behind them, leaving her alone. She cried and tried to look through the slot in the door. She could see nothing, only empty hallways. She leaned against the bacheca and sobbed.
She went again into her story.

The Prophet carried the girl through seemingly endless deserts. Finally he arrived at the base where The Wild Ones and Legion of the Black stayed. A girl ran out and waved to him and shouting, signaling where they were. She ran down to meet him.
Many of the warriors flooded out of the base. The Prophet laid the girl on the ground. The Wild Ones and Legion of the Black came towards The Prophet, led da The Mourner, The Mystic, The Deviant, and The Destroyer. They knelt before the young warrior, grieving and promising to win the war.

Snapping back to reality Eve began crying again.
She knew she couldn’t continue here story, why bother coming up with the ending? Why bother even living if she was alone like this? She missed her friends, her family, even her teachers. She would give anything to go home.