TERRA EMPIRE: ON THE EVE OF WORLD WAR

Episode 2: VISION OF DREAMS

Thousands of kilometers from Abadan a teenager who was sleeping soundly in his bed suddenly woke up with a loud scream. Her room lights suddenly lit up when the teenager woke up and her face was deathly pale, sweat soaked her forehead, she looked around and breathed a sigh of relief to find herself in her room. The teenager wiped his forehead with the pajama arm part…

That was a really terrible dream…

The sea of fire trapped and submerged itself in the overwhelming heat after bullets that came out of nowhere hit his house…

From the corner of the eye he saw the clock attached to the wall of the room, both hands showed at two and fifteen. It is not the right time to actually end sleep but what is the power if this nightmare prevents it, and the teenager realizes he will find it difficult to sleep again when he wakes up like this.

At that moment there was an urge in his heart to turn on the TV, like there was something he had to see there to be sure. Named TV with a remote, immediately the TV screen raises the face of a broadcaster with a background of aircraft and buildings that burned. There was new news that aired there and what was said by the news anchor made the teenager sit down instantly.

“... Air strikes began to be launched by the government today as a real form of fighting the country's threats. Counter-action efforts from an intelligence report a few days ago that suggested Iran had prepared and directed a nuclear strike at the Pentagon, the US military has sent an invading drone to launch an attack on a secret Iranian fortress that will be the center of the launch of the nuclear bullet.”

The image behind the broadcaster shows the face of a hard-faced and sadistic-eyed man, “In the attack the US military claimed that they had killed General Sulaimandi, one of the hardline party leaders who have been supporters of the government in Iran. There were no survivors of the attack and we have confirmed the veracity of the attack claimed by the military from satellite images that we can get as follows.”.

The teenager's feelings raged when the satellite monitor referred to the news carrier revealed a red-orange fire point between the dark plains, while in some places of the GPS satellite scan listed the name of the area and the region that confirms that the place in question is right near the city of Abadan.

This is totally insane…

He had just had a nightmare about the bombing and knew it was real…

“There has not been any response from the Iranian government regarding this attack and also the death of General Sulaimandi, but we have received confirmation from the US government claiming that this attack was prepared by its military. Here's the result of our interview with a white building spokesperson..”.

Not interested in listening further, turned off the TV plane and he got out of bed. He needs something to calm down – something fatty or sweet – which of course can only be obtained in the refrigerator. He got out of bed and as soon as he got to the kitchen the teenager turned on the room lights and opened the fridge to see what was inside.

There's still a box of milk that's only been half-spent about two days ago. He picked up the box after grabbing a plate of used pudding dinner that he could not spend. The young man sat at the kitchen table, scooping the pudding slowly, and emptying his mind of the horrific images his nightmares left behind…

The scene where hundreds of people fly to all corners of the room due to the loud, thrilling collisions, followed by the flames that burst from one side to the other, then how terrible it is when one by one the flying bodies fall back to the ground in conditions that are not completely normal but still in a semi-conscious state, realizing how he would be picked up soon. Not to mention the ringing of bones and skin that began to be engulfed in fire with sadism, accompanied by screams of pain that came out of the mouths of the poor people…

The teenager grasped his spoon firmly to withstand the horror.when he unconsciously broke his spoon, at the same time the kitchen lights that had been lit suddenly flickered and then extinguished. Leaving the teenager in the darkness of a hollow kitchen space, where the situation actually calmed the teenager who continued to eat the pudding and milk.

It was only a few minutes that he found calm in the darkness when the man and woman who were hugging him emerged from the corridor which was a connection with the living room. The woman screeched little as soon as she realized there was a person sitting at the kitchen table.

“Jordan?”

The boy looked up with a spoon tucked in his mouth. In front of him stood Sally Cross, in tight clothes and tended to be minimal, wrestling in the arms of a well-built young man with hair dyed blonde, which made his face even more pale. He stared at the couple indifferently so that the new Sally realized her state hurriedly took off the man's embrace.

“You didn't tell me you had a child,” said the man as if to take responsibility.

“He's not my son,” assault that woman. “She's my sister.”

“Hai, Sally,” Jordan waving her spoon. “It's nice to meet your friend.”

“What are you doing here? I thought you were asleep.”

“And I thought you were in your room too.”

“Pierre did not manage to get a hotel because we chat at a later time, whereas tomorrow he has to return to Paris,” Sally looking for excuses.

“Did he get my room or should I sleep with you?” ask Jordan.

“You don't have to think about that. Go back to bed to your room when you're done,” replied Sally.

That answer tells Jordan everything, “Then tomorrow I'll leave alone for school.”

“You sure you know the way?”

“Mild. Stay on the subway and get off at Uptown Prince.”

“He is indeed a smart boy,” was spoken Sally when she turned to her male friend who was just a beard. “And I hope you are also smart.”

“Depending on how far you mean smart,” the man's comment makes Sally giggle.

“They are all dead,” Jordan said suddenly.

Her words left Sally and her male friend surprised, “What do you mean?”

“I saw it all, Sally! The attack in Abadan..in my dream.the people died because of it, and how they were engulfed by the scorching fire.”.

“What the hell did he say?” the stranger was getting clueless.

Sally was so misbehaved, she tried to calm the man down by whispering to him, “Don't be ignored. Sometimes he likes it, especially if he has nightmares.”

“Watch the news Sally,” Jordan is back.

“OK, Jordan! I'll watch the news tomorrow. Now I'm sleepy and want to go up first to the room!” said the girl lightly while holding the man's hand.

“Bye, dude..” The man tried to be friendly but not hounded by Jordan.

The teenager only watched the two sneak into the room and lock the door, whispering softly to himself a few minutes after a faint groan from behind Sally's room told the man to be patient for a while, “You saw, right? Sally where cares about me.”

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