Search for Her

Several years ago, Several Star Systems away

In a galaxy that spills with Memoria

The thief was locked behind a grand cage

He wrote on a piece of notepad, taken into the custody of the guards.

—

I had caught up to the traps set by the officers and left messy blotches in my steps.

They don’t know of how short of a time i’ll be here, but nor do i. Is there really any saying?

In my hands i’ve possessed many jewels and priceless valuables.

But i never really own them as there is no honest living me…what am i writing just how much consciousness have i gained from staying in this prison?

Never mind that.

You are a thing that comes and go, not like the wind which passes like a flourishing thistle in a fertile land — a thing that appears in its seasons — but you are the thing that lingers in solidarity.

Singular in form i watch your silhouette behind the thin screen lit by a warm candle. I then knew i must take you and transform you into the form that i should be eventually, no longer coming by and going on.

I can at least steal her away, raise her as if she were my own — away from the terrible circumstances of this prison — and rebel against the written prophecy that each thief goes down with.

This particular afternoon i went away from the cafeteria and took her from her training to speak a few words of promises.

There was no use of charming the dullness in her heart though, revolting back with such shameless words of principles of the same folks who’ve enforced her people to be caged.

Still, i spoke gently.

“I'll be going out of this place.” i told her.

“There is nowhere to go.” she answers, i know well how she wished she had a gun right this moment. Her anger rages on to want to shoot me right in between the eyes as she was appalled by my presence.

I had hope to see a disgusted face but instead it was covered by the thick scent of melancholy. Like the sadness of a trapped animal.

I was moved to tears.

"I'll take you."

—

Remnants of the thief’s escape scatters across the cemented floors and dusty spaces. A flickering light in the beat of a heart shines atop the figures of the wardens picking up the broken piles in the rubble.

Theres no signs of explosive devices or damages such as that, hammers, metal tools, it could be of sheer force that the thief busted from this wall. There must be some sort of interference from the outside world…

Troublesome as it was they had to secure the perimeter to make sure no other prisoners would use this hollowed out wall as a means to escape but there was already one missing.

Age 14, training under the Correctional Alteration Refinery Juvenile Devision to become one of the future top correctional officers.

Code: 1852512 — She shares the code with her mother the same way they share their cells.

Although rebellious in nature — as with the spirit of her mother — is easy in persuasion when it comes to our teachings and her desire to bridge peace through cooperation is more than enough to make her the first few descendant of their kind to be taken into the C.A.R.J project.

It’ll be best for both worlds.

“But now the girl’s ditched us and just screwed over the Alforia’s chance of reformation.” the armed man concluded, room stirring up with murmured ideas from each member.

“Thats not the biggest problem we’ve had, there has been more recent riots within the inmates.”

“The thief’s escaped as well! They have to find him fast before he bugs headquarters again—“

“It took a decade for him to get caught and he escaped in a week, just how much resources will our detectives waste on him?”

“Thats not whats important right now we have to—”

The men’s voice continue to rise in aggression as they spent bickering, a tired sigh escapes he as he stood make his way out of the meeting and into the lofty hallways with rows of prison cells after prison cells after prison cells, it seems to extend into eternity.

But even as it is eternally in a loop as the world is round he eventually halts in his striding and faced one of the cells.

Quiet but breathing, his knuckles knocked on the metal bars.

“Your daughter escaped. She has abandoned you.”

Though one thinks that has long been established. The girl’s mother lie still, like a sick corpse never to be shaken awake, not even with the disappearance of her child.

Say goodnight, mom.

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