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NG: Erma: A Child Taken

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New Generation Side-Story


Darkness, it was everywhere. A young girl forced her eyes to open, only to be faced with the dark green uniform of her father. Germany gave his youngest daughter a worried look, holding her close.

“Munich, are you alright?”

“Vati…? Wo sind wir?” the girl looked down at the gun clasped firmly in her hands. “V-Vati?!”

He looked away. “Erma, Honig, ve’ve been kidnapped. I don’t know vhere ve are, or how ve got here, but I zhink jou’ll be safe so long as jou hold onto zhat.”

Erma looked back up at him before she realized he was crying. “Vati… Weine nicht… Du werden uns zu schutzen, weil du stark sind.”

He gave a gentle smile, but stiffened when Nova Scotia walked over. She looked at his daughter, then at him.

“Ludwig, may ah give somet’ing tae yer daugh’er tae ke’p fur nou? I-It’s somet’ing t’at needs tae git tae mine… tae Eclair...”

“Ja, naturlich…?” he set Erma on her feet, kissing her forehead before going to join Berlin. The girl looked up at the kneeling Canadian-Scot, wondering about the pendant she held.

“Erma, listen closely. T’is necklace, it has tae git tae Eclair. Ah kin tell, thir’s somet’ing not righ’ aboot all t’is, but t’is necklace kin halp if ya git tae her, understan’?”

“Ja…?” she took the necklace, then a phone that was pulled from the redhead’s pocket. “Ein Handy? Warum?”

“Jist in case.” The Scot stood, and that’s when a series of screams ripped through the room. One by one the parents disappeared, engulfed by some kind of icy shadow. Erma fell to the floor in shock, too scared to wonder why she was still there. But then her gaze went to the phone, and she picked it up. It was her father’s: she recognized the Iron Cross phone strap as one her brother had made him. Her brother…

Her brother could help.

As soon as the thought crossed her mind she dialed the number, listening to it ring before--

{Hallo?}

“Bruder? Es ist Erma…” her voice shook. “Bruder, Ich weiß nicht, wo ich bin…”

{Munich?!} her sister’s voice came on the line.

“Schwester! Bitte, helfen sie-” she cut off with a groan, dropping the phone and the gun as she felt pain rip through her body. The pain faded away in a flash, leaving her standing there in a new body, that of a teenager. She gave a grunt, running her hand through her messy dirty blonde hair as she retrieved the phone. “Gott… Oi, zhink jou could get a fix on zhis call und tell me vhere zhe fick ich bin?”

{Erma…?} she could hear the confusion in her siblings’ voices.

“Ja.” she looked down at her suddenly tight shirt, thankful she had chosen her mother’s shirt to sleep in the previous night. “Looks like I vent zhrough one of zhose growth spurt zhingies. I zhink it vas triggered by Mutti und Vaters disappearance. Zhey vere here vith me not long ago but some kind of Damon appeared und zhey vanished.”

{She’s…” Erma cut off from what she was going to say next, confused by the new voice.

{She’s at Pennhurst…}
Poor, poor Erma. BUT! Here's what happened leading up to Erma's call.

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