A new beginning

Fineae stoods at the railing of a small ship and thought about the past.

A few months ago she had been a syrian warrior. She had a little village and the family lived from her pay. She had never been rich or something like that but she and her family could live from it. Her mother worked at the farms and her father took the harvest and sold it at the market.
While her litte siblings played in the garden with the family dog.

It has been a real good time. But then...
then came the dearth...

There was a really hot time. It was always hot, but this time it was as hot that the little well gave no more water. The last water they got was red like blood and it smelled evil.
The family started to wander around and looked for water but more and more wells in the near got red and the last wells got sheltered by their owners in arms. There were fights for water and somehow more people died in this fights then by the famine.

At first the family dog and some of the farm animals died. Her father took the family to the capital but on the way to the capital Fineaes youngest brother got ill and died a few days after. Fineaes sister cryed in argony and broke down just 2 days before the family arrived at the capital. She never arrived at the capital too.

Fineaes mother kneed down near her little daughter and didn't want to go on any more. Fineaes father had to hold on the fort and to pull her away to go on. After that Fineaes mother didn't spoke any more. She seemed to be broken inside.

The day they arrived at the capital should be the honour for all their efforts, but it wasn't.
All around the capital were displaced people surching for water and help. But the doors of the capital were closed. The capital had no possiblities to help all the poor. Armed warriers patroled at the town wall and threated everyone that dared to come closer to the doors.

Fineae stood there with tears of disbelief ran down her cheeks. She didn't regognice what is doing on until she heared a horrible cry. Her only left brother had dared to ran to the walls and the warriers shot at him. Fineaes father followed him to save him, but he got shot too. Both were dead.

Fineaes mother stepped to her husband. She seemed to be a zombie. She sat down between her husband and her only left son and hugged both. She started to tremble and than she cried out like Fineae never heard someone cry.

The people around started to shout and to upbraid the warriers on the walls and suddenly the whole crowed startet to storm against the castle doors. The warriers were not awaiting this storm. The shot at the crowed and yelled for aid.

Fineae stood there and stared at her mother while around them all the world seem to break down. It was like she would have been turned into stone.

The fight didn't last very long, the crowed was to big for the warriers, they were overrun quite easily. After the crowed had celebrated their victory they recogniced that there was less water in the capital too. They won nothing.

Fineae took her mother and sat down in a little distance with her. „What shall we do?“ , asked she her mum. But her mum didn't react.

So Fineae desided to move far away from this place of the death. Far far away there lays the future and the only way to forget all this horror. So she surched the next haven and started to sail to the west.

As she sailed past Benghazi her mother fell ill. She had the sea sickness but no will to survive and to get healthy again. Fineae rested at her bedside for days but she couldn't give her mum a will to get on. Her body has been burried at sea and Fineae surched the next possible haven to get back on solid floor.

She stood at the reling and looks up to the Tuareg castle. What will the future be like? More horror? Or will it finally get better?