Furiosa

They beg her to go.

Down on their knees--awkwardly, in Angharad's case, what with the baby-belly--with their arms clasped around her.

"Take us away," they beg. "Take us away from the old man. Take us to the green place of many mothers. Please, please, please, Furiosa. Take us away."

"No," she tells them despite their weeping, and leaves the Vault to be alone with the fury road.



But the door opens to the end of the universe, and Furiosa thinks it is good to follow a different sort of road.



She eats and drinks, puzzled by the signs of celebration all around--a harvest home, she thinks, like in the books piled in the Vault--and takes a room, where she can sleep the night through.

The smell at the end of the universe is so different (bread and warm sugar and burning wood, pungent.) The air (you can almost taste the water). The sounds (water lapping against the lake shore, wind through the leaves, sounds long gone from her murdered world.)

She falls asleep to their lullaby.

( I was taken as a child. Stolen. )


When she wakes, she will weep a few tears.

But she will go back to the Citadel and go into the Vault, and together they will form a plan.