At first, we thought these were just the properties of the dimension. I mean, there was nothing disproving it, or so we thought. Only a few weeks later we discovered another dimension filled with nothing but an endless void. Okay, maybe a coincidence but surely it can't happen again… and it did. Multiple times.

"Mhm…" Mia sighed, grabbing the small wooden framed photo of our daughter sitting atop my desk. She smiled gently as she looked into the frozen eyes of Ada who had such a large smile on her face you would think her skin was about to tear.

"That won't happen. As long as they continue to see us as entertainment, they won't be getting rid of us. In fact, I'm sure they're excited to see a large change in the world… Think of a new season of your favorite show."

"Fine, I guess I should stop worrying about such silly things."

"Yeah, let's focus on our future before anything else," I muttered, taking a sip of my coffee and looking down at my tablet. A notification popped up and when I clicked on it, I saw that the checklist of preparations had finally been filled out. Each and every single one had a small green check mark next to them. "Alright, let's get going."

…

Entering the grand metal chamber was a surreal experience. The polished metallic floor seemed to stretch out infinitely beneath my polished boots, creating an echoing chamber of anticipation. The cold, imposing walls rose high above us, reflecting the stark artificial lighting that illuminated the space. It was a room designed not just for functionality but to impose a sense of gravitas, an atmosphere that underscored the solemnity of the occasion.

In precise rows, the twenty members of our graduating class stood at attention, our impeccable uniforms a testament to the meticulous training we had undergone. The insignia on our chests symbolized not just our individual accomplishments but the unity we had forged through years of shared hardships. This was more than a ceremony; it was a rite of passage into the ranks of the organization, a culmination of our dedication and sacrifices.

At the room's focal point, a sturdy lectern gleamed under the harsh glare of the overhead lights. It was a simple yet powerful structure, a symbol of authority and tradition, where momentous words would soon be spoken. The lectern's presence was a reminder that this was not just a gathering; it was a significant event that marked our transition into the organization's esteemed ranks.

Behind the lectern stood two sisters, their presence emanating an aura of overwhelming authority. The elder sister possessed a mane of long, flowing green hair that cascaded like a verdant waterfall down her back. It was as if she were a living embodiment of the lush, untamed aspects of nature. The younger sister's hair, on the other hand, was a stark visual contrast, half white and half black. This striking dichotomy symbolized not just their distinctiveness but the harmonious balance they brought to the organization.

As the sisters approached the lectern, their measured steps echoed with purpose. Their eyes, sharp and unwavering, swept across the assembled graduates, holding each of us in a powerful gaze. They were not just leaders but living legends, figures whose very presence carried the weight of the organization's storied history.

With a solemn nod, they began to speak, their voices resonating with an undeniable air of authority and wisdom. Their words were a symphony of congratulations, acknowledgment of our unwavering dedication, and reminders of the sacrifices we had made to reach this pivotal moment. Each sentence was imbued with significance as if they were inscribing our commitment to the organization in the annals of time.

As the sisters continued to speak, the room itself seemed to come alive. The cold metallic walls, which had once felt oppressive, now vibrated with an electric energy, echoing the cadence of their words. Their speeches were a vivid tapestry, weaving together the shared experiences, trials, and triumphs of our journey. It was as if they were not just delivering a message but crafting a narrative that bound us all together.

Amidst my fellow graduates, I felt a swell of pride and unity. The sisters' presence, their commanding words, and their shared legacy filled the room with a profound sense of purpose. Their speeches were not mere formalities but a rallying cry, a call to embrace the responsibility we now bore as official members of the organization.

Throughout the ceremony, my gaze shifted between the two sisters, their contrasting hair and resolute expressions serving as a visual representation of the duality we would navigate in our roles. This moment would remain etched in my memory, a touchstone for the challenges and victories that lay ahead as we embraced our roles as guardians and protectors within the organization. And with the final words of our Masters, Mothers, Guardians, Protectors, and Family… I felt an invigorating sense of awe spill throughout my body.

"Welcome to Tolf, Special Forces Unit 3."

…

A couple of days later, the same room that had hosted our graduation now served as the stage for a momentous occasion. We, the freshly minted graduates, stood once more in our impeccable uniforms, our boots polished to a mirror-like shine. The room, with its vast metallic expanse and imposing walls, seemed to have absorbed the echoes of our previous ceremony, adding a sense of historical weight to the atmosphere.

At the front of the room, the lectern stood as a solemn reminder of our dedication and the journey that had brought us here. But this time, our attention was drawn not only to the lectern but to the commanding figures who had gathered there.

In the center of attention was our new general, a woman whose presence was impossible to ignore. She stood tall, her gaze unwavering, despite the disability that set her apart. Her eyes were a cloudy, foggy gray, devoid of sight, yet they seemed to pierce through the very soul of each graduate. Long tanned hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast to her pale skin. Her blindness did nothing to diminish the aura of authority that enveloped her. In fact, it seemed to amplify it.

Beside her stood the captain of the entire special forces, a formidable figure in their own right. They exuded an air of experience and wisdom, a testament to their leadership within the organization. Together, they represented the highest echelons of our ranks, the guardians of our ideals, and the embodiment of our collective strength.

As we stood before them, the weight of their combined authority bore down upon us, almost palpable in its intensity. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if it, too, recognized the gravity of the moment. The silence was thick with anticipation, and our hearts pounded in unison.

The general, despite her blindness, began to speak, her voice carrying a solemn yet powerful resonance. Her words were a testament to her unwavering commitment to our cause, a reminder that adversity could be overcome through determination and resilience. Her gaze, though unseeing, seemed to penetrate deep into our souls, holding us to the highest standards of honor and duty.

"I would like to congratulate you all on graduating once again," A resounding applause echoed through the room before her frightening gaze silenced us. "Through torture, hardships, and real-world experience, you all have come out on top… and alive. You live to serve Tolf to the best of your abilities, correct?"

"OF COURSE!" We all shouted at the tops of our lungs.

"Perfect, then I would like to introduce your new captain. You trained occasionally with him, but by the time you all finished basic training, we had selected him to lead your group. Challenging his authority and taking up his position is denied, so I hope you all make some smart choices…"

"Hello, my name is Adam and I trained with you all for a bit. But just like the general said, I was elsewhere doing special training to lead our corps to victory. So, as my comrades…"

Beside her, the captain added their own words of wisdom and guidance, their presence reinforcing the leader's message. Their combined authority was overwhelming, and it nearly brought us to our knees. The responsibility we now bore as members of the organization felt all the more profound in the presence of these leaders who had weathered countless storms and emerged as symbols of unwavering strength.

As the ceremony continued, I couldn't help but be humbled by the sheer magnitude of the moment. The room, with its towering walls and echoing silence, seemed to absorb the weight of our newfound responsibilities. We were not just graduates; we were now part of a legacy, entrusted with the duty to protect and uphold the organization's ideals.

As we left the room that day, I carried with me not only the lessons of our leaders but a renewed sense of purpose. The leader's blindness had taught me that true strength lay not in physical prowess alone but in the unwavering resolve to overcome any obstacle. The captain's wisdom had reinforced the importance of unity and camaraderie within our ranks.

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