SpicesUntil now, we had been sat comfortably in individual little jars, home to dozens, hundreds like us. But they came in the night and snatched us away, recruited us for their war; a war we could not understand.
I sit silently in the transparent vessel, surrounded by brothers of all sizes and backgrounds. Intense training lies ahead of us, but at the end of it all, we can finally make a difference. Slowly, we feel our glass transport tip, releasing us into a thick yellow-white cream beneath us. This was merely the first stage of our training.
We were churned and hurled this way and that by a titanic wooden construct, and without warning a brilliant white powder was released, followed by a freezing cold fluid of some kind. At last, we had been merged from the individuals we once were into small, tight-knit units.
But it still was not over. We were cast into the heated box, that which had felled so many others, and we endured, we came out stronger than ever before. If they were trying to bre