Posts by TourmalineBlack

Byron was stretched out on a clean, spare sweater, sighing and looking at a home made clock he had built. Nearly everything he had, he built himself. Weapons, casual appliances such as small radios or clocks. Sometimes, if he could manage to find enough parts, he would make small little robotic creatures. They didn't do much except hop around, or march in small circles, but he loved making them. One of his best and favourite creations he had given away. He remembered that day as if it happened recently. Once, in the rainiest part of April, he heard a soft sobbing coming from an abandoned and broken down ware house. He was looking for some where to stay for the night anyways, since he was on a part seeking adventure, so Byron entered the warehouse stealthily, stopping short once he found the source of the crying. It was a small and scrawny looking girl, obviously a newly escaped Rebel of sorts. He never bothered to learn their name, but he had felt bad for them. So he gave them a little robot he had made, a fish. Byron explained that if you dropped it in water, it would swim. Entranced by the little machine, the fifteen year old rushed outside with Byron and dropped it in a deep puddle, eyes lighting up once it began to glide through the water in a small circle. "Did you make this?" The girl asked, smiling ear to ear. "Yeah. It's just something I put tog- Oh, I have-ta go. Listen, if you wanna find me again, my name is Byron. Byron Loom. Bye!"

That was the last he had seen the girl for a long time. He asked many people if a young girl ever asked for him, they all replied with a simple no, sorry. Finally, about a year later, he received his mechanical fish. He pieced together, anddiscovered she was found by a collar, and was executed. At that moment, he felt sadness wash over him. Executed? That poor, young girl. She's dead. For a while, Byron stayed in his own room, mourning the loss. He didn't know why he was so attached to her. Maybe she reminded him of himself, when he first became a rebel and escaped? Maybe she reminded him of his sister? No one knew, not even Byron himself knew. All her knew is that she was gone, and the world had to change.