Holy Divine! I'm exposed!
What should I say now? Do I play stupid or admitting tell the General that I've been transmigrated into Celie? He knows Celie is dead!
General Wright patiently waited for a response, the rest of his platoon awaiting for the same answers. Their uniforms consisted of a wool dark blue coat with buttons, dark blue trousers, and most of them wore caps on their heads.
"I survived." Phuture mustered up a half true, Celie's body did survive after her death. But Phuture's soul now controlled her vessel, transmigrating into another world and time. "Now...can we talk about how we are goonna capture this island?"
General Wright chuckled. "You remind me of Harriet! Of course, thanks to you and your brother we're fully prepared to finish this shit off. The battle on St. Helena Island will mostly consist of our naval forces. The battles of Port Royal have been going our way and we expect a Confederacy retreat soon. They're heavily outnumbered, you can just sit back while we capture Fort Fremont if you like."
"Nah, I'm going in." Phuture quickly denied. "Go ahead and add me to one of those lil naval ship units."
After a few seconds of silence, General Wright patted Celie on the shoulder. "You're alright! I guess we better getcha' in uniform then! Somebody get this young lady an Union coat! Welcome to the Union, Celie. Private Ward, lead your sister somewhere to change."
Terrance brought Celie along in a hurry to his tent, seperating her from the rest of the soldiers so she could change.
"I'll be right back." Terrance said, leaving the tent to recieve her Union uniform.
My spiritual energy is continually growing, I'll be able to use my Divinity soon at this rate. I could use the Divinity to head back home and return to my true vessel. First, I want to make sure that Celie's family and friends are all free from this nightmare.
Terrance arrived back to the tent with food, clothing, and water.
Phuture jumped at the sight of food, grabbing the spoon and pot from his hands first and sitting aside to eat.
"Hungry, huh?" Terrance asked. "How long did they have you?"
Phuture shrugged, spoke between taking bites of her pot roast. "I don't know, lost track of time."
Terrance sat next to his sister and placed her clothes in front of her.
He handed her water once she realized the roast was still hot and she was eating too fast. She hadn't eaten in awhile and he could tell, but there was no telling everything they did to his sister.
Terrance said. "You know...you've done enough. You can just sit back and rest while we finish this off."
"Nah." She quickly denied again, finishing off her roast. "I'm gonna change real quick bro!"
Terrance spoke out before leaving the tent. "Alright, I'll be outside!"
Phuture removed her scrapped clothing and tossed it to the side, putting on the same dark blue uniform as her brother and The Union Forces.
She wore a smile and looked at herself in the mirror for the first time as Celie. Celie was a milk chocolate with bubbly wide brown skin, full lips, brown hazel eyes, and a small athletic build.
Her brother was definitely a foot taller than her, but Celie's physique showed that she'd been keeping up with her big brother.
Now, Phuture was going to workout Celie's body to where she truly surpassed her brother in strength.
Phuture dropped off her coat and wore the tee shirt as she began her workout with push ups. Her spiritual energy was beginning to flow more which meant she could obtain more strength, so she started off with five sets of one hundred.
Phuture wiped off sweat with her old clothes when she finished, then stretched her arms and legs before proceeding to her next workout.
Situps. Five sets of one hundred again.
Terrance peaked into the tent, witnessing his sister counting up as she worked out rapidly. She moved much quicker than he ever seen from anyone, man or woman. To see his sister was in such conditions, he could only assume it was her anger for The Confederacy that was driving her.
Terrance's head titled off while he was in thoughts, then he came into the tent to speak with his sister.
"You died." Terrance said. "You were captured by The Confederacy and killed...Celie...don't lie."
Yo what-
How could he possibly know? Am I truly giving it away this bad? Maybe easing down wasn't enough...I should've studied Celie more before pretending to be her!
"Not only were you killed Celie..." Terrance paused and thought his words through one last time before speaking. "You aren't Celie at all, are you?"
Phuture jumped up from doing her situps, she replied. "What are you implying?"
Terrance nodded, he said. "Do you have any remembrance of Celie's life?"
"No, no-" Phuture approached him and poked him in the chest. "Tell me, what in The Divine are you reffering to? What are you implying?"
"You aren't Celie, you are my wife..." Terrance continued. "Phuture."
Phuture shook her head and covered her mouth after the jaw dropped. "No, bullshit."
"I'm Dark, I could tell it was you from the beginning Goddess." Terrance grasped both her hands softly. He repeated his question. "Do you have any rememberance of Celie's life?"
"No...I can't even remember what happened to us!" Phuture answered. "I have reasons to believe brain trauma plays a factor to that. You remember Terrance's life?"
"Indeed." Terrance said. "He was captured along with you, but they killed you seperately from him. When I woke...I searched around the woods until I ran into The Union Army. Your spiritual pressure is low...so I couldn't feel you."
"I can't feel your spiritual pressure either...what happened to us?"
"Valeur."
Valeur, a Divine God from their world, he was a master of all elements that made the universes and an immortal.
Dark and Phuture were both activately battling against him at war, but it seemed they had both been killed and sent off to another world.
"How could he kill me? I am the ruler of Divine Life!" Phuture shouted. "So-"
"No." Terrance cut her off, he said. "He didn't kill us, he simply sent our spirits to another world."