Sense.

Abaddonanian's are divided into two: Don and Ava. Don's who had all the powers, privilege and is the priority among all. Don's unlike the Ava's who had been forgotten off the ground had four sub-categories: Esmeray's, Lumos, R-Don, B-Don. Esmeray's are the highest Don's of all, they're the ruler of the system, and following them are the Lumos, Don's who were designated to slaughter, a barricade that's created to maintain "peace" in Abaddon. Then comes the R-Don or those who are within the Rankings, R-Don is consists of XI ranks: I as the lowest and XI as the most respectable following those who are part of the Lumos. Among the title of Don's, B-Don is the lowest though some of the R-Don still co-exist with the B-Don; Don I-Don III, B-Don's are those who are still studying in Don Astra. Despite being the lowest among the Don's, their way of living is a thousand times better than the Ava's.

Ava's on the other hand is a simple title that comes for all, no rankings and such. Just some Abaddonian's who were viewed lowly by those who live in the fancy of ranks. Some were taught to be tough by their loved ones, while others were raised by the title of being "weak". I am in between, I am taught to be tough, yet was told to show weakness. As those who had once surrounded me and those who are still guiding me had seen more than an eye level, and thus, I am taught and raised indifferently.

It wasn't easy, living in a world full of complexity. That even those who never dreamed of prioritizing change will somehow decide that they do want a change, and I was marked to be one of them. I was pushed by the past to chase after a dream that seems impossible to get ahold of, was pushed to be a completely different individual for a dream that is nowhere within my sight. I've become what the others fear the most, a Don but being with them doesn't make me like them. I've long sworn to keep myself intact despite the challenges I might face throughout the whirlwind journey I'll have. And so far, I must say Astra has been good to me. Not my kind of good but still...good.

That's because they think that just like them you also bear the lion's claw, that unlike the others you're not a prey.

"Pardon, but are you alright? " I once again ask the Ava who had been staring and mumbling gibberish ever since I've said my apology. If only we're in another place called Earth, there'll be no such thing as fearing me or the Don's. There'll be no such thing as being ranked according to how the place views them and such, an ideal place to live in.

"Do you want me to maybe escort you to your place? That if you'll let me know where you're staying or that if you're letting me do escort you back to where your home is. " I mindlessly ask her, I am more than worried about her situation rather than myself or what I might say.

And what's there to worry about? With the mention of the most valuable place in Abaddon, she asks, "Ho... home? " her voice hoarse from idleness. The saying of ours seems to be right, more like a mantra but still, it turns out right, If Don's see us weak, then we're strong, if they say the word home along with weak then they're not wrong. Seems funny and outrageous at first, but it does make sense. Home is indeed an Ava's weakness. It might've held every string among the hearts of Ava's.

"Hmm, a place of warmth? " I say, trying to keep my tone light. As I glance around to check if someone else is listening to us, or if someone's staring thinking that we're planning something out and might cause danger to the both of us.

But there's nothing wrong with us talking out in wide, we're both Ava that's indeed suspicious but even if they come and hear what we're talking about they won't-actually, them not understanding us is a much steeper way to death.

"How-" she continues, voice cracking even more. What's wrong with her? It's not as if it's wrong for me to know about Home like I'm a Don who lacks that. Even if I've had ended up as a Don, Mother would still be overjoyed. That's what she had wished for, and with her being my guidance I know despite who I might turn to be I'll still be introduced with the word Home. Because in my definition, the lady who had undergone a life and death situation to keep me safe and alive is an equivalent to the meaning of Home.

"Are you alright?" she vigorously nods, then if she's alright why is she acting strange and all. Is she doing this to alert the Lumos? Is she one of those Ava who had been made as a puppet of the Don's... yes, Don's have their ways of knowing rebellion. No one knows when it had started, but Don's will find the most vulnerable Ava's threatens them and force them on tying know, even bearing a nut of theirs. Nuts that once turns into an Ava, they'll disappear in thin air find someone else leaving the former Ava they've ruined the life in a never-ending trauma. And if that Nuts turn into Don, they'll keep it but still abandoning the forced Ava all alone or when they're wicked enough turn them into a puppet following orders for the sake of seeing their child in a matter of seconds.

That wasn't my situation, our situation. Both of my pillars were great people, My Mother found the rarest Don in my Father. Someone who truly cares for Ava's rights, someone who's genuine when it comes to love and respect. I never met him though, it was all in the story my Mother had locked in my head with evidence of photographs and his journal on how he wanted to change the system. That's probably where I've had taken my guts, the ignition of fire within my heart to change the system starts in there. I wonder if he's still around, will he be proud of the path I've taken? That thought will always be a wishful thinking, it's not as if a person who had been stripped of his rights to live for fighting against the system and its wickedness will come back to say he's indeed proud of me.

"Perhaps, you're acting like that because you're a breaker of the pact? " I bluntly say, as I step back in order to keep a safe distance between us. You never know, one step forward in this kind of moment might turn out as a reason for an unfinished string of dreams. I might've offended her as I suddenly feel the change in her aura, "Are you? "

"I am not, but are you? You know the Ava's world well, from the word we cherish the most to that pact you've just spilled. It'll be a rare chance that you're an ally, in which my mind says you are but still I doubt it. " she answers, eagerly putting me on the blame. What is she on about? I am not an Ally, can't she clearly see that I am an Ava like her... perhaps, oh!

"Come with me. " I utter, gripping her wrist as I drag her out from the eyes and ears of others. There's only one way to prove that she's not a breaker of the pact that it'll be safe to spill her the reason. I brought her to one of the abandoned structures in Abaddon, ones that the Lumos aren't allowed to be in.

Not because ruled out by the system that as a breather for us there should be a place where the Lumos or the Don's will not touch other than our Home (s), definitely not like that. It's more of I despise that place because it was once owned by those who sacrifice themselves for the sake of living on Earth, for short they don't want to be connected with the citizens they've slaughtered. A weird way of thinking but that's what it really is, surprisingly.

"What scheme are you planning? I can easily shout for help as the structures aren't proofed on sound discretion! " she huffs, as I let her go before once again taking a step back for my safety. Or, maybe I did step back to show her that I'm backing down and that I wouldn't do anything to her.

"I knew that, and I am not shallow enough to just end your misery here. If I am indeed going to hurt you in any way, I could've brought you to the Lumos. After all, I am a Don in your eyes and theirs thus one word that I've seen you lurking around one of the portals it'll be the end of you. " I sigh, reaching for her senses. It is understandable to be in fear, but still, try to understand others and open your senses about their thoughts. It wouldn't hurt to know except if that person is indeed someone you cannot trust as they've left a huge impact on your broken heart. The words I've always wanted to remember... Why, How come you've come through me now? After all the chances and wishful thinking that I had given before I decide on taking the path I am in, why now? I never wish for you to be gone, never hope that you'll let go faster than our dreams. In fact, I even hold on longer than your departure, your something I've yearned for but still why now?

"Fuck!" I scream as an unbearable ache jolted in my head. I'm seeing stars, it's blurry, and just like the censored photos of cruelty, I've encountered in the past... memories flashed through my eyes.

"Are you alright? " what, what is she saying...Ugh! I cannot comprehend, it feels like my head is being ripped off by the Lumos. Make it stop please, Somebody makes it stop.

"Stop...argh! " I'm starting to feel numb and anytime soon I might drop down the surface, unconscious. It wasn't the first time, the first time I've had a massive headache but this one is different it feels like taking my soul out slowly until there's none left.

Seconds by seconds, as the cool air breeze pass by us I felt my airway tighten even more, other than my soul being taken my body is also drowning. If only--

"Bloody son of Abaddon! " I heard her scream but not clearly, I gasped for one last time before everything was eaten by darkness.

-

Just like that day, when I first stepped foot into the dangerous path I've taken. I was out of breath, not because of danger but because of fear. I fear myself during that time, I fear that in a millisecond I'll screw up with a single word and blew everything up. It was as if that moment in every step I take, the years left for my life is getting deducted little by little. And just like the day I've first decided that I'll do something that'll change Abaddon, I was reminded that I am not weak nor strong, I am just someone who seeks rightness among the wrong. Just like all my first that could've turned to none, I woke up in a different version of life.

A much deeper level of every stage I've passed during my years in Abaddon because this time--

I wake up, with my head badly throbbing. And upon scanning around for a few seconds, I noticed that I was in an unfamiliar place. With no one around but me, who looks like a pitiful chick without its Mother. My reflection in the glass that I fully face disgusts me, I'm covered in sweat and dirt all over my glorious Don clothes-in which I hate.

What the hell happen? Did the Ava I was talking to knock me out or did someone came to-oh, I fell face first upon spinning like an intoxicated drunkard. Geez, damn senses of mine.

Ouch, it's happening again. Squeezing my eyes tightly shut, I did the technique I've learned during the first steps I've had as an awakened Abaddonian-- three deep breathes, name three things, picture a vivid scenario that connects with the three things and slowly, opens your eyes.

1, 2, 3... Pig, Parachute, Pool, that's cute a Pig slowly coming down from the sky in its parachute towards the pool and will it drow--No, I shouldn't think about that it's time to see the real world once again. One, Two, and Three...

"You're back! " a third-person excitedly screamed, making my ears twitch. It was loud and it makes me crave for an exit if there was. I was confined in a small space with nothing but the bed--I am in, a glass, and an opening with barricades. It was comfortable enough to give me warmth, I must say.

But dropping all of those thoughts, who in the world of Abbadon is this? And, where am I?

G'neration;