Chronicles of Gondwana - Chapter 2

CHAPTER 2-THE RUSSIAN AND THE AZURENIAN

A few dozen miles from where Valeri was guiding Charnaiz, Primrose and Kazansky to her tribe’s stronghold, the land was marked by massive canyons. They were deep, and their sides were steep and etched with jagged rocks.

On one gorge, a young woman in a red military uniform perched precariously. One false move might result in a fatal fall. The woman was blonde and carried a weapon exactly like Maj. Kazansky’s—a Yarygin PYA double action pistol. The woman’s name was Natasha Ivanovna Kalashnikova. Like Kazansky, she also came from Russia in the year 2025. She was his secretary and personal adjutant, in fact. And today was the weirdest day in her life. A few hours ago, she had been inside a Red Army base in Vladivostok, Russia, when then she had noticed something: that Maj. Kazansky had mysteriously disappeared inside his office. When he had investigated the room, an unknown force had sucked her into some kind of vortex into the sands of the desert. The heat was blazing, but not as blazing as her head.

“Where am I?!”, she asked herself for the thousandth time. She gripped her PYA more tightly and clambered up into a safer position up on the canyon’s peak. She could see nothing else as far as the scenery stretched. She wondered how she could ever get out from this sandy contraption.

Just then, she spotted another figure just a few yards off from where she stood. Several huge rocks obscured her from the stranger’s view. Now, being naturally ruthless, plus the hot weather put her in a hostile mood, Natasha slowly measured the unmoving figure. Taking careful aim, she then fired several rounds at him. She was then startled at what she saw next.

The stranger turned, apparently unaffected by the bullets that should’ve ripped apart his chest cavity. She was able to make out more clearly his features. He was young, with short, cropped-up hair. He wore what looked like to Natasha full mesh armour. It was black and blue in color all over. Natasha wondered if the stranger was a super militant bred by the enemies of Mother Russia.

Then the stranger’s steely eyes turned on her. They were proud, and they seemed to burn right through her soul. Natasha, however was not taken aback; she raised her pistol and prepared to fire again. She did not have the opportunity to pull the trigger. In a matter of a few seconds, the stranger had raised his hand, pointing it at her. It had glowed incandescently with an intense blue light. Then, without warning, the rock in front of here exploded into millions of tiny shards and sharp fragments. She was agile, she had ducked out of the pathway of most of the flying debris. But there was not enough space; a few pieces of shrapnel cut her face. And her landing was wrong; she flopped painfully down on the sand.

The stranger then walked calmly to where she lay. She was not able to immediately get up. Her Yarygin was too far way to reach. He looked down on her with a cold stare. “I am Reynold, an Azurenian,” he spoke in a deep, clear voice. “Identify yourself, woman. Since you are garbed in red and have assaulted me, I assume you are a Terranergis warrior.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Natasha retorted back, as she got up slowly. “I am of the Russian Red Army.”

“Russia?” Reynold was momentarily taken aback at Natasha’s statement. Then for no particular reason at all, he asked, “What year?”

“2025,” replied Natasha quickly.

Reynold’s eyes grew even wider at that.