#Dark_Olivia
The resistance's hideout was known as the Ruins for a long time. While other children were playing tag with mice and dogs, there was one single child who spent her time looking up to the unending sky. That child was Olivia, her eyes fixated on the crows that were looking for corpses to scavenge. She believed that if she could land a shot on a flying bird, then she just might even be able to shoot the Empire's sun.
The Ruins were full of hypocrites who took advantage of the weak, pretending to save the world. The children were desperately fighting to survive while the adults fed off hope like parasites. It was ironic to see such things so often inside the so-called 'resistance'. And so Olivia pulled the trigger, fueled by her hatred and desire for change. The steadier her posture, the stronger her resolve became.
Her encounter with the princess shattered her view. She never imagined that one of the imperial royals could despise the empire with a hatred equal to, or greater than, her own. Although they came from different backgrounds, they could still work together if their goals aligned. Realizing this, Olivia eventually partnered with an imperial researcher, even against everyone's objections.
Even though the resistance did their best to sabotage the search for the wanted princess, the empire remained relentless. The acrid smell of despair filled the air as the empire's airstrike descended on the Ruins without even a moment's notice. However, despite expecting the worst, the resistance lived to see another day as the soldiers slowly regained consciousness. The imperial bombs were tampered with. In the blink of an eye, those close calls and lucky escapes all began to make sense, forming a complete picture like puzzle pieces falling into their rightful positions on a board.
It was then Olivia miraculously found the one who was collaborating with them from inside the empire, much to everyone's objection. The resistance now had the key to the heart of the empire, and all Olivia had to do was to pull the trigger one last time. In a flash, one single bullet had pierced the heart of the emperor. The sun shattered, and the age of destruction faded into twilight.
Sadly, even after the climax, the story continues on. What came after was no glorious ceremony. The resistance had no time to spare—they had ruins to rebuild. But who knows, if you wait long enough at the edge of darkness... you might run into another fateful encounter.
