The Keepers
Keeping something that isn’t really there.

Aya’s lilac eyes shot open and franticly darted around to see where she was. There was a oversized redwood desk in one corner of the room with three chairs around it, padded with a soft velvet. Smiling diminutively, she realized that she was in the study. Her favorite room in the whole house. She was once again at the window watching the black snow fall from the blood red sky. The infatuation of it was so intense, that everything else seemed unimportant and it wore her down rapidly. The very way that the snow fell was astonishing.

Aya was one of the Keepers, their whole purpose in life was to remember the past. Even though she was only fifteen she still had to bear the burden of the worlds mistakes. She was trapped with the memories of all the pain that the people had felt while dieing under the sun. Keepers are rare, but you know when one is born because colour will change and show its true form, but only for a second.  If you’re watching you will notice. Almost everyone has white eyes with a thin gold ring in the center. Well, everyone but the Keepers, who have light purple colored eyes with explosions of blue throughout. Aya leaned her back on the window and let out a deep sigh. Letting her mind drift off to the distressing past.  People were happily living out their life, like nothing had ever changed.

The human species had discovered that by drilling into the sun spots, they would be able to produce a new kind of raw power based on the suns magnetic field. Humans craved this raw power more and more. They began to harvest the sun like it was another one of their crops. They took so much that they threw the sun off its proper orbit. Realizing what would happen next they began to mine the ice caps, so that they could be sent to cool off the sun at a pacific time of the year; winter. But the sun was already beginning to take its toll on the humans. They were having their eyes slowly burned. They managed to stop this process with a shot of liquid iron, placed directly into the eye. The eyes turned a milky white, with a thin ring of gold in the center. But they did not go blind. Every colour went into its negative form.

Aya knew all of this from the second that she was born. She wasn’t taught this. She didn’t read it in a book. It was just something that came with being a keeper. Because she had violet eyes she was an outcast, a memory bank for the weak, a Keeper. They had the highest level of respect. No one was ever to talk to a Keeper about the past, it just simply wasn’t allowed. If one ever tried to tell someone with a golden ring about the worlds history they were taken away.

Aya’s attention turned back to the window. She started to watch the dark dreary snow slowly drift down from the sky. Suddenly one of the snowflakes flickered a blinding white! Aya was so taken back by this that she almost fell off the window seat. Aya pressed her hot cheeks against the cool glass trying to find the one snowflake that flickered its true colour but it had disappeared into the obis. Aya slumped back into her seat depressed. Aya got up and started to walk out of the room. When she got to the door she couldn’t help but check one more time to see if the snow was once again white. But just like she expected, it was black. Just how everyone else saw it.