The city was built on the only land did not have electro-magnetic tectonic plates. It was the only place that any form of technology would work at all. As a result, it was highly sought after, and a war has been brewing for ages over who would have the rights to this land. Her people were currently the strongest power, but she, like so many others, had to serve in the army to defend that right.
Sighing, she grabbed her helmet. It was time. She had so much left to do and already it was time. She was wearing the archaic armour that was the only protection that had any effect outside the city gates. As she was leaving the front door of her humble house, helmet underneath her arm, the early morning sun glanced off her golden brown hair. She had to squint her green eyes at the sudden brightness. She was slightly photophobic, which apparently means light sensitive. In her case it also meant very afraid of having her photograph taken! The flash was very unkind to her pale cheeks that could turn red in the blink of an eye, in fact, it was more often red than pale! She hated that fact but hated make up more, so what the heck, right?
Digging in her bag for a smoke, she shook her head at herself again, another bad habit that she had to break, but she would when she was ready. All she really wanted to do was to be an artist, to write and to paint, to dream… Yet, here she was, again leaving the humble home she loved to fight the good fight. She loved the archaic armour, the Damascus steel sword in her right hand; it allowed her to dream of times gone by. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted to do, but someone had to do the donkey work, right?
She was a family girl at heart. Loved her husband, loved her daughter, loved her friends, and so the sacrifices she made to her personal wants was justified. Being a procrastinator of note, this allowed her to keep putting off her creative work, she had to work, had to keep things going, had responsibilities and duties to perform.
There was always time to do the things she loved; she just avoided it, but why? Was life really easier just keeping things going, taking things a day at a time? She sighed to herself and clocked in at work, greeted the other soldiers…
Reminded again that they were so much better at it than her, she felt frustrated by her own inability to make a difference to the bigger picture. If only she were smarter, stronger, funnier, wittier… People would like her more, would respect her.
She felt silly almost immediately for undermining her self-confidence like that, but these habits are so hard to break. She shook her head and remembered, her husband found her as a broken wild kitten that had lived on instinct for so long, that all she could do to allow herself to feel would be to rip out his heart and feed it to him. With patience and dedication and unwavering loyalty he broke that shell and reminded her of her true destiny. The one that involved faith, love, creativity and perseverance. Smiling, she put the helmet on, and left the safety of home behind, shielding herself from harsh blows and life altering mediations, she waved her sword strategically, cutting through the dark parts of her soul. She had faith, she had love, she had creativity and by all that was good and holy, she would persevere.