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About 50 years into the war, aptly named the Great Beginning, people were homeless, most of their relatives dead, hungry, and desperate.
So, to ensure the continuation and survival of mankind, the compounds were created.
 This system of sustained living was the first and only kind of safe haven in the Great Beginning Era. As the war raged on, people found a new normal for themselves. Everyone had their own compound and their new lives and families mindlessly following the rule of their Director who kept them safe from the evil outside the gates. 
But, who can protect a child with no memory of who she is while evil lurks behind every door. As she struggles to survive in the place meant to keep her safe, will Calypso find her true identity? Or will her Director and her right hand puppet finish her off in the process.

Beyond the Trees

We walked back to camp that evening in silence. I know William wanted to talk, but I couldn't bring myself to say anything. It was like my throat was closed, almost too painful to speak. I clutched the military documents to my chest and stared at the ground, avoiding his gaze. Luckily, the walk back flew by and we had reported in, washed up, and went back to our own tents. Finally by myself, I curled up in my sleeping bag and cried silently. I wept for the people we had murdered and their families. Why had it always been so easy to take lives? I wondered. I had never given a thought about the families of the people that I killed. But, watching the light in that man's eyes disappear and his thoughts travel elsewhere was almost too much. It shouldn't have affected me one bit. And yet it tangled me in my own head and dragged me under the sea of my own demons. I was fighting to get out, but it seemed that whatever I did, I only sank deeper. 


Fighting the Demons