• Harmoney woke up, her long silver hair plastered to her face and arms. She had that dream again. There seemed to be no escaping it these days. Harmoney Jane tucked the memory to the back of her mind and slipped out of her bed. The floor was covered in dirt from wind blowing the flower soil in from her window. Nausea rolled through her and she headed off to the bathroom which was a few feet down the hall. She scuffled quietly by the dorms bedrooms and walked into a bathroom that was silver and pink. The floor tiles lit up with every step she took and a light flickered on above. Harmoney shut the door as she entered and ran over to the toilet, a trail of light fallowing her. Everything came up from last nights supper. She wipped her mouth with the back of her hand and waited for the toilet to alarm a nurse. She wasn't sick and she hopped that the nurse that knew of her nightmares was working tonight. Otherwise she was stuck in the infirmary. They wanted to make sure that every woman was strong and healthy. They are the hunters and breeders of the earth. About five decades ago, women decided it was time to stop serving for men. They were the only ones that could make the population survive and without them, the men population would not thrive any longer. Woman of all backgrounds decided to go on a strike until they got full benefits that the men had. If any man was able to do it then a girl could do it. They may not have been built genetically for hard manual labor but most women didn't mind this. They rather have dignity then serve the everyday man.

    Over time the population of the world dwindled and was down nearly two billion people. While some experts said this was a good thing and it would prevent over population and reduce polution. This idea backfired and women stayed on strike even after the worlds population reached the crisis point. Men finally gave in to the women and they since then dictated the earth and got to do what they wished. Some women stayed at home with children while their husbands went to work to get bread on the table. Other women went to work and designed futuristic devices that would improve everyday life. They also decided that there were going to be the hunters of the world, or the women that kept watch over all parts of the world and would travel to different areas to report back to home base. If all the reports were consistent, there would be no punishments to those countries. If there were reports that caused the elders to frown apon, they decided the consiquences.

    Breeders were made to bread children. Each had a mate that would stick with them for life. Those women often thought of the mating ritual as a job and that is all they were. If a woman was to fall in love with their mate, they would be removed from eachother so that there were no possibilites of resistances starting. They were to make the future generations and were to raise them until they were at the age of six. They were told to keep a professional connection with the children. That has been the ways for over fifteen years now.

    A nurse knocked on the door and Harmoney jumped. Malissa, the nurse she was hoping for, came in and sighed in relief. "Another bad dream?" All Harmoney could do was shake her head. She didn't want to get into the dream situation since she had finally pushed it to the back of her mind and locked it up behind a wall. Malissa wasn't much older than Harmoney and they were both raised in the same house. They were one of the few fast learners and were looked highly apon. Harmoney and Malissa were almost like sisters but they dared not to use that word. Instead they learned to speak through their eyes and all that shown through Malissas was grief and worry. She was one of the few to be alowed to care for people. Who would want a cold hearted nurse anyway.

    Since the age of six, Malissa had shown an interest in anything medical related. When Harmoney would get an 'owie', Malissa was right there acting as if she knew what the problem was. As for Harmoney, she was graceful so she was put into dance. That had bored her so she turned to fighting. She was called the secret weapon becuase of her stealth and amazing sences. She was known as black beauty around the different countries. Here she was known as Harmony. A girl that had gotten lucky and was allowed to do what she wanted.

    Harmoney gripped the side of her friends arm and grabbed a paper towel to wipe away the stale sweat that beaded her forehead. She stood shakily and headed back to her dorm room. "Don't tell them Malissa. Say it was a false alarm or something. You'll think of something. I know you will." With that Harmoney shuffled quietly back to her room and onto her bed, making sure to shut the door very quietly so as not to wake anyone on her floor. She slipped under her silk olive green sheets and fell fast asleep as darkness consumed her whole. She fell into a deep dreamless slee and for once she felt safe and a smile danced across her face.