Citizens Of Antiford 
The Truth in The Mirror
Mila is standing in the small room she shares in Optilocus, Gearford, she has to remind herself, it's called Gearford now; That was what the technocrats called it and they ended the war. There’s a mirror on the wall that wasn’t there before, She makes her way toward it, inexplicably drawn to it, and the path along the floor is completely clear, even though it hasn’t been since she finally moved in, with everyone’s things all over. She’s only dimly aware of how unusual this is as she moves forward, unable or unwilling to stop herself. She can see herself in the mirror except it isn’t her, not really.
The woman there does not have the scars on her face from the butt end of Confederate Irregular’s pistol when she tried to stop him from taking the last of the water, and the ones on her arms from crawling over the barbed wire that Old Imperial strung up to stop anyone coming south along the Prodigious Canyon, climbing the walls in a desperate scramble in the middle of the night as the cannons were turned on the camp and the incendiaries followed. She had other scars, though, and bruises along her face, blooming along her cheekbones. She was dressed in the same dress that Mila had worn the night her mother made the decision to flee the Separatists, though much more worn and with more mended tears. The woman turned and stared back and Mila could see the fence with the guards behind her and the hollowness and bags under her eyes and shivered. She reached forward to try and offer her something; a hand maybe, to pull her through but as she reached out, a man came up behind her and wrapped his arms around her protectively. He had a uniform, though the exact insignia was indistinct and blurred, and Mila could see her own disgust in the woman’s face, even as she leaned into the touch.
Then there was a loud thump, and Mila turned her head to try and find the source, but when she turned her head back, the image in the mirror was blurring away, tinged with a sort of red hue. She frowned, leaning closer to try and see again but then she heard voices and as she turned to try and find the source, the room faded out of existence around her and the ceiling faded back into existence. She was on the pallet that she slept on, he friend turned maybe something more than just friend curled up next to her, while Emil and Johan were trying to argue quietly to avoid waking them up. She sighed. The other woman was just a dream, a warning maybe. It was hard to say.