Into death's dark deep tunnel I shall go,
Where might it lead me I do not know?
Though difficult I will make this sacrifice.
Perhaps it is enough and it might suffice.
The two men spoke not a word as they took Celine to the
Alliance's home base. She noticed one of the men carried a
strange looking rifle. She wondered if this was like the weapon
of destruction the Alliance had been using to destroy the people
who lived outside Cape Town. It mattered little now, so she rode
in silence taking in the desolate and harsh landscape.
Africa had once been covered with a wide variety of trees and
vegetation. Wild animals of many breeds roamed freely. There was
nothing left of what had been. All that remained was sand, barren
land, and the ash the Alliance had created. Perhaps one day given
the time her people would revive the land and make it beautiful
As they approached the complex Celine noticed how down trodden
and frail the population looked. Unlike Cape Town's people who
were happy and healthy the people here lived in fear and terror
of their masters. It was a shame the innocent among them would
die as well. Celine took her hand and rubbed her forehead. She
felt the drops of sweat as her hand made contact. It felt as if
she had a fever.
The car they were riding in soon came to a halt in front of a
large building surrounded by armed guards. Celine took a deep
breath and followed her escorts inside as she walked sharp pains
radiated down both her legs.
Thorn met the group as they entered the building. Celine could
feel her muscles tense and took a guarded stance as Thorn stood
staring at her. His hair was long and unruly and unlike her
father's face which was kind and gentle, Thorn's face revealed
the cruel and vile nature of the man.
"So this is my prize," Thorn laughed as he grabbed Celine's
arm and drew her close to him, "Well I must say you mixed breeds
certainly are an attractive lot."
Celine jerked her arm free of Thorn's grasp and spat directly
in his face. Thorn's hand came up and he slapped Celine across
the lips. She whimpered in pain and backed away from him.
"Just so we understand each other," Thorn growled wiping her
spit off his face, "I am your master and soon to be your husband.
You will obey me."
Too tired and sick to fight with Thorn, Celine simply glared
at him. Thorn laughed as he observed her look of contempt.
"Take my bride to be to her room," Thorn bellowed at his men,
"Have her dress for the feast we are holding in her honor."
"Yes sir," the larger of the two men replied as he took
Celine's arm and lead her away.
Celine was taken to her room and given a revealing low cut
gown of emerald green. Shoes had also been provided for her. An
elderly woman stood waiting to assist her in anyway
"My name is Rose," the woman had informed Celine in a formal
"I am Celine," she replied, "I can manage just fine dressing
The elderly woman had curtsied and vanished without another
word. Celine dressed in silence and applied a cool compress to
her bruised face. Her whole body was aching from fever and she
was finding it hard to stand. The high heels Celine wore made it
difficult for her to walk. She steadied herself and waited.
It was not long and Thorn came to retrieve her. He bowed
jokingly and offered Celine his arm. Celine pulled away from him
hoping he would see the animosity she felt for him.
"So we are going to play Miss High and mighty are we?" Thorn
said sarcastically and then before she could answer he pulled her
close and kissed her on the lips.
This time Celine did not push him away, but welcomed the close
contact with Thorn. The virus had reached its peak and soon
Celine would not be here to suffer at his hands. She hoped he
died slowly writhing in pain. Thorn felt the beginnings of a
smile on Celine's bruised lips and he pushed her back and away
"What's so funny?" Thorn asked.
"You," Celine answered, "Just like a man to take what he can't
have any other way."
"Just thank your lucky stars I decided to marry you and spare
Cape Town," he replied taking her arm into his own, "I could have
just killed you all."
They entered the grand dining hall and Thorn seated Celine
next to him. Celine could feel the tightness in her chest as she
drank and tried to eat the meal in front of her. The festivities
went on until well into the night. Celine felt death as it
approached her. A light headedness and coolness touched the outer
edge of her brain. Her last thoughts were of her father and
brother. Celine prayed what she had done would spare them.
Celine's head went crashing forward onto the table as she
It was not long after Celine started her trek to the Alliance
when Lester found out what Celine intended to do. Thar came to
him and delivered the news.
"How could this happen?" Lester groaned, "I told her to marry
him and she disobeyed me. What was she thinking?"
"She was thinking of you and the others here in Cape Town,"
Thar replied sadly, "Celine told me one life compared to the
lives of many was a small price to pay. She knew what she was
doing. Her act of self sacrifice has saved us all."
"Not my child," Lester answered as tears trailed down his
cheeks, "Not my child."
Four days after Celine left Cape Town word reached Lester that
the Alliance had crumbled. Most of the population had perished
over a two day span. A handful of people remained but they too
would soon be dead. There were no celebrations in Cape Town. All
that lived within the city knew the price that had been paid to
insure their freedom and happiness.
Thar and the members of the Council commissioned a statue of
Celine and erected it in Cape Town's main square. Inscribed on
the bronze plaque were these words:
What price for freedom I ask of you?
What would you forfeit or chose to do?
Would you give your life dear friend?
Would you fight until the bitter end?