If Sheila had known what kind of problems she would have in a few hours, she probably would never have taken her dog for a walk. She fetched her dog Laika ... Laika, a strange name that the pretty Collie bitch had already had when they found her at the animal shelter. It had been like a jewel that had been accidentally thrown away and that now lay among the trash. The clever dark eyes were often a comfort to Sheila when she was alone. Sheila was 16 years old and tall in stature. She was pretty, but she didn't attract attention. A face that was immediately forgotten. Sheila opened the door and slowly walked out. Her collie trotted along beside her, listless. Otherwise Laika raced off immediately, but now it seemed as if she had to overcome herself to go out at all. No wonder, thought Sheila, her half-length, light blue hair many in her face, in weather like today. It was uncomfortably cold and wisps of fog lay over the floor.An icy rain didn't make it any easier either. Sheila lowered her head and made sure that you couldn't see her face. She didn't know why, but out here she always had the feeling that she was being watched. As if something wrapped itself around her heart and contracted. "Laika", the bitch gave her at least a little security "Laika, come on! Laika" Too many people looked at her. You fell on! Completely contrary to her usual way, the bitch did not come running immediately to look at her mistress with wide eyes. With a low curse Sheila ran in the direction in which she had last seen Laika. Her big brown eyes looked around anxiously. Where was Laika. Down at the river bank she heard a soft yapping, which she could clearly recognize as Laikas. With one last sprint she reached the river bank. Laika was standing by a branch that she dragged to the bank with difficulty and seemed to bark at a few strange white scraps of cloth over and over again. "Laika, what's that supposed to mean?"The well-behaved bitch never did such things, well, every now and then she came with a stick, but nothing more. Besides, she didn't take any branches out of the water." Laika, look at your feet…. "She got no further, she had meanwhile come closer to the young dog and now realized that this scrap of cloth was in truth a body wrapped in white clothes. A girl whose dress was tied to the branch. She was something like this old like Sheila, but of striking beauty. Her purple hair seemed to float in the water and was carried by the current. Her dress used to be made of white silk and was held around the hips by a silver belt with a large one in the middle The amethyst was enthroned. The amethyst was the same bright purple as her hair, which once held a beautiful hairstyle together. Without a doubt, she didn't belong here. Finally Sheila tore herself from the strange sight and helped her collie the girl on the bank pull.What am I doing? If she's dead, I'll be suspected. On the outside, she is a social, one of the very rich who would never bother with a Livitas. Sheila's mother had told her that in the past most homogensis were the same, that in their youth there were no different classes. Sheila was a Livitas, she was born that way, born into a system that was based on the fact that there were strictly separate classes, no races. You could work your way up, get married, just as you could be sent down to a lower class through theft. The socials were the richest. They had the right to serve all other races, and the unique right to have money, a lot of money, more than just the few silver coins that a Livitas was allowed to own. Sheila was in one of the lowest grades. The chances of getting into a higher class were minimal. You needed relationships for that. It was strange to see the beautiful figure of a social in the demolished area where the Livitas lived.Shit, they still think that I wanted to kidnap them, and then with Laika too. Laika didn't look as if she could belong to a livita. Such graceful figures and such a silky, shiny fur were otherwise only seen in the higher nobility. As they pulled the branch ashore with the girl, Sheila noticed that her bitch seemed strangely clinging to the girl. A small sting of jealousy ran through her chest. Your bitch was not attached to anyone! Laika was hers all alone! They were both loners who just had each other, "So what do we do now? We can't leave it here, my fingerprints are all over it. Then the police still think I have them, no, that was impossible, they wouldn't ask a lot, but immediately, shoot me, or do something worse, I'm a Livitas, so my life is not worth more than that of a fly. "
Sheila put her hand on the Social's forehead, and almost had to smile.Her tanned hand, marked by all bettors, on the flawless white skin that made the girl seem almost transparent. But under her hand she only felt the icy cold. Is she already dead? This thought could not be removed from her brain. But as she slid her hand further down, she felt the weak breath of the young woman. For a moment an unusual thought occurred to her. She could take revenge on everyone, what the Socials did to her and especially what they did to her mother. Sheila saw everything again: her beautiful mother with a tad darker hair and light blue eyes, many had taken her for her sister. And then one day she came home from work completely confused. Her hair had come loose and her short blue hair was disheveled. Her panting breath "Hide yourself ... my boss ... they are coming!" When Sheila found her later, when she came out of her hiding place, her eyes were wide open, the police, sent by her boss, had stabbed her like a pig .Sheila was the only one who mourned her. She buried her mother, as had been done before, and threw a few more cornflowers on her grave. Cornflowers because they were the same color as their mother's eyes.
Sheila quickly suppressed the images that surfaced in her imagination. Now this girl couldn't die! To her home? Too risky, Sheila shuddered at the thought if anyone would see her. She took off her cloak. The cold wind made her shiver but the long cloak hid the girl's expensive clothes. Now Sheila noticed that the girl not only wore a silver belt, but also matching earrings, a necklace and a diadem. There was also a ring around her upper arm of the same silver color and the same light amethyst. The tiara was too easy to see, so Sheila peeled it off. If she pulled the hood of her coat a little further over the young woman's face, you would not see the fair skin and if she wore it now, she would say if necessary that it was her sister, who is suffering from the plague, who is currently in her arms again Parts of this city would be sick.Then people stopped asking. Just where to go with her?