ANDEN
CHASING THE SUN
She didn't believe him. I mean, really would Anden? No... That wasn't it. The women's laughter filled the still air. Silent giggles. Maybe she had the sickness that the others had, but Anden thought almost everyone was cured of that by now. He walked closer to the women. Was she... Crying? She made Anden uneasy, but part of him felt he needed to be there with her to comfort her. To tell her everything would be ok.
She's not Eloise. He reminded himself, even still he felt pulled to her. Anden stopped his approach when she rose to her feet. Who was he... How did he know. These were at least easy questions. They were questions he knew the answers to.
"I'm like you, in a way." Anden paused. It was his turn to lay on the murky ground. Staring into the stars would calm him. Help him find his peace while he tried to explain. "I was brought here by The Voice, like you. Some say she has a mission for us all. But I think she was just lonely and bored." It was the truth. Nothing about The Voice rubbed Anden the right way. They just decide what they want to do, and they do it and they suffer no consequence.
Anden tilted his head so he could watch the women. "My name is Anden, and I'm an Outlander like you." He closed his eyes to think. "We're the ones who don't belong here. The ones who were stolen away from our lives."It didn't matter if she believed him or not. One way or another she would come to her own conclusion. This was not her world, and for better or worse the sooner she came to accept that the better.
