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Episode One: Los Angeles, My Home
Hope is itself a species of happiness, and, perhaps, the chief happiness which this world affords.... I remember reading this from one of those handouts that the Humanists always hand you whenever you to some highly traveled gathering places such as the Shopping District.
Hello. My name is Sahar Fairchild. My name means "Sun" in Arabic. My father is European, while my mother came from somewhere in the Middle East. I never did get a chance to find out where exactly, though.
My father says that there was a disaster that occurred twelve years ago, where an overly large building that was owned by Nova Corps was hit by a massive explosion. This caused widespread death and destruction from the falling debris.
I can only remember certain facts about the event. I was wearing a pink dress that my mother had bought me. Father says that I was with my mother and a young boy with black hair on that night. That little boy is currently my closet friend, I know deep down that he'd be willing to give up his life for me, if need be.
The actual event occurred too quickly for me to remember it all in great detail. What I can say, was that there was a bright light. It engulfed us. My mother held me close and told, "Do not worry."
The next thing I remember was that I was in a hosptial room. My father, whom is a man that rarely cries had a flood gate of tears flowing down his face.
I lost my ability to walk that night. I have been in a wheel chair since then. I also lost my mother...So father has kept me close to him all the time.
It was later verified that the Blast Fall was caused by a powerful laser, fired from a military class weapon; and was shot into Nova Corps. The laser discharge converted itself into a massive, powerful lightning that obliterated the old NOVA headquarters. The blast destroyed everything near the location of ground zero.
What does this have to do with my story? Well relatively little....