A Piece of Eden - Part 1

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.



Sweet child in time
You’ll see the line
The line that’s drawn between
Good and bad (Deep Purple – Child in Time)



“Please, promise me you’ll stay safe,” the older woman hugged her daughter tightly as tears filled her eyes.

“Don’t worry mom, I promise,” the brown-haired girl returned the hug and found comfort in its warmth.

“We’ll wait for your phone calls, honey,” Her father said as the two women broke the embrace, “I know you might not be able to call every day, but please try and find the time to make sure your mom and dad don’t die from worrying for you.”

“I promise dad,” the young girl rolled her hazel eyes and sighed, “you know I’m only going to boot camp, right?”

“We know, dear, we both did service you know…” Her mother said as she wiped the tears from her eyes.

“The problem is, we think you don’t know where you’re going…” Her father gave a sarcastic smile.

“I know full well where I’m going,” The young girl fired back, “I am going to the recruitment center…”

“And then?” Her father wondered.

“I… I don’t know, depends on where they’ll post me,” She admitted.

“Got that right, girl, uncertainty is a part of the deal,” he explained, “so please stay as safe as you can and let us know you’re okay every now and then, kiddo.”

“Please board the bus,” A call came from behind the girl, it was a soldier, dressed in an olive-colored uniform.

“Mom, dad, it’s time,” The girl said, she picked up her huge bag and blew them a kiss.

The two parents returned a kiss and hugged, the mother bursting into tears as her daughter made her way to the bus. It was an old piece of scrap, probably older than she is, the red color faded and peeling at certain spots. Her mother’s sobs faded as she neared the soldier, he was about her age, holding a folder in his hand.

“ID number, please,” He asked, his voice giving the girl a sense of urgency.

“351642546,” She blurted the number she memorized, “My name is Mo-“

“Here you are,” the soldier tapped his finger on the list in his folder, cutting the girl’s introduction short, “get on the bus please.”

The girl shook her head, not sure how to react to the soldier’s rude welcome. Knowing this was not the time or place to retaliate, she climbed onto the bus and took the first vacant seat she saw. Through the dusty window, she could see her mother and father, still hugged. She waved goodbye as the bus’s engine rattled to life and her long journey began. She couldn’t help but shed a few tears over the life that just ended, she knew that the minute she got on the bus things will change, and she had no control over what was coming.

The ride lasted an hour and a half, she used the time to listen to music on the headphones. The sea was on her right and lush green wilderness was on her left as the ride went on and she lost herself to the music. It was a bright day and the sun seemed to smile. The girl couldn’t help but form a little smile on her ruby lips in return.

The bus stopped at the gate to the base. A large wooden sign read “National Recruitment Center.” The girl packed her stuff inside the bag, it was huge because her mother packed it with what seemed like 5 years’ worth of supply. Lifting the huge thing on her back she made her way off the bus.

“Welcome to the NRC, please form a line and walk through this door,” a soldier instructed the group of girls that came off the bus. They were about 20 of them, all the same age, 18. They stumbled around a little before the line started moving towards the door the soldier pointed to. The one-floor building looked small, it was colored brown, but not a lively brown like the girl’s clean hair, the color of the building was a dusty, faded brown. Inside, the fluorescent light flickered every now and then. The line was greeted by another soldier, the girl heard him ask everyone in the line for their ID before letting them through.

“ID number?” He asked when her turn came.

“351642546,” She answered and started following the line.

“Hold it,” he said assertively, “I need you to come this way please,” he pointed to another hallway.

“Did I do something wrong?” She wondered, not sure what to make of the situation.

“Not at all, just follow me, please,” He said as he started to march. Soon they stood before another white room, the sign said, “Base Commander.”

“He wants to see you, go right in,” The soldier gestured towards the door and left down another hallway.

She knocked, “Come in,” A voice answered from the other side. She opened the door and entered an office, it was painted white and covered with framed certificates. In the center of the room was a table with chairs on both sided, and in one chair sat a mature man. His hair was white, and he wore a uniform decorated with a dozen pins.

“Please take a seat,” He gestured to the empty chair.

She placed the bag next to the chair and sat down, “Thank you.”

“Well, you are Moran Eden, right?” He asked directly. She nodded in confirmation. “Do you want some coffee?”

“Thank you, can I just have a glass of water?” Moran asked.

“You sure?” He asked, surprised by the choice. He clicked a button and called the order, then he went on with the conversation. “My name is Lieutenant-Colonel Tal. I am the commanding officer in this base.”

Moran didn’t quite know how to react, so she tried her best shot at introducing herself, “My name is Moran Eden, I’m 18-“

“I know who you are, I was told about you,” he said calmly. Just as he spoke a female soldier came in, she politely said hello and placed a cup of coffee before Tal and a plastic cup before Moran. She then rushed out of the room quietly.

“You are something spe

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Written by neolime69
Uploaded September 25, 2020
Notes Moran goes on a 2-year journey through the Army.
Contains Futanari
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