TITLE: The Peacemaker's War
GENRE: YA SF/F
T-minus 100 (days remaining in the treaty)
The Peacemaker dreamt in color, as all Peacemakers do, but there was one shade that outweighed the others, overshadowing anything good. The Peacemaker’s dreams were filled with blood. It dripped, it pooled, and it flowed into Axum’s lakes, so much so, the soil was drenched with it.
The Peacemaker approached her father’s desk, “Commander, I have a dream to report.”
The Commander looked up, dropping his papers in turn. “Don’t call me that. Not here.” He gestured to the walls of their home, littered with family photos of yesteryear.
“But it’s your role father. We each have a part to play, and you’re the only one who knows mine—so you have to listen to all my dreams.”
He ignored the comment, making his way across the room to where his alcoholic spirits took up residence. More and more, he’d found himself over at the little cart.
“Don’t you want to hear it?” The girl closed the distance between them. “My dream?”
“Not yet.” The Commander poured a measure of gold liquid in his glass and took a swig. He swallowed hard and gave a heavy sigh. “Okay,” he turned to face her, “go ahead.”
“You die.” The girl held still, her mouth unmoved, but as she spoke, her shoulders trembled, “Again. And again. And again.”
The Commander saw the conflict in her wavering posture and reached out to comfort her.