by Amy Field
As time went on, Vanda and O started a family of their own and lived out a humble existence in the new colony. They had much to do, though, as the land needed leadership. They taught the new generations of the perils of the world that they had left behind, Earth, and of how its immorality had mutated it into something horrific. They taught them a set of morals that spoke of complete equality. No man would ever be allowed to be superior to another. Even though Vanda and O worked in the new government, they were treated just as all would if they toiled in the field or collected the refuse and in this spirit, they created a utopia built and made for all.
Sometimes at night, they would tell their children of the stories of their past. The children would look at them with disbelief at their tales of photon canons and sentry droids. Of course, they kept the worst of the details away from them; there was no point filling their heads with the evils of this other time. In fact, as time went on, neither Vanda nor O could scarcely believe the world that they had once lived in, especially when they looked upon the joyful faces of their brood.
They would grow old together in this kingdom; their souls were inseparably fused together for all eternity; traveling through each new dimension as one symbiotic being; living the glory of this life over and over again, throughout all time, their love never waning; the light of their combined soul never going out.
Vanda didn’t need his visions any longer; he was living in one.
THE END
