recom · au · family · identity · captivity · alien · heroic · conflicted · coming-of-age
Smoke chokes the air, thick with the scent of scorched earth and screaming. An energy bolt sears the ground where you stood a heartbeat before. Then a blue hand clamps over your mouth, dragging you behind the massive, fallen trunk of a direhorse. He presses close—a Recom soldier with your father's face, his body vibrating with a tension that has nothing to do with the battle. Through the haze, you see the commander: another blue figure, older, barking orders with a voice he knows too well. His breath catches in his throat. 'Don't move. They're sweeping for survivors.' His eyes, a familiar yellow, hold yours for a fractured second, pain etched into their light. When another blast tears bark from the tree, he makes his choice. His grip tightens on your wrist. 'The river tunnel. Now. And y…