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wretched day, I was forced to travel around the world, taking on many identities, one of which is Joan of Arc.”
And so, One told stories upon stories, narrating exotic lands of both pulchritude and devastation, humans separated by blood and race, and seasons of blooming flowers and of scorching heat. She apparently participated in countless ‘wars,’ which they had a vague idea by the way she expressed it. Many times as she spoke about battles, her eyes took on a dangerous gleam and her fists clenched to white-knuckled fists, causing them to cringe in sheer terror. However, the interest soon waned, like candle wax in the heat of flame. Litters went to their beds, no longer frightened by the bloody deaths of many a people. Young men, and some of the old, too, boldly surveyed at her voluptuous body and face of unrivaled perfection.
After two hundred years, the residents of Numeros were no longer so bewitched by her pale blue eyes. Suitors flocked her house every night, and each was quite unsurprisingly spurned without any second thought or remorse. Her actions caused men to complain at the Elders, about her cruelty, about her selfish actions. The rulers were forced to present her two choices: to marry one of their people or to be exiled. One coolly chose the latter, obviously preferring freedom over the compulsory whims of young men. And so, she moved outside the city, into the dark forests, into oblivion. Her decades of absence made her an esoteric figure of an esoteric legend.
One, alone in her serene paradise, began to count the passing flow of time in centuries and not years, watching as the end approached. The mountains of science that had stood for so long began to deteriorate, pouring some ‘radiation’ into the area. Of course, she was unaffected, while the others started to die quite painfully. The maiden remembered standing on the hill next to Numeros, watching as the residents below attempted to crawl their way to her, to beseech cures she did not have, to

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Continuation:
escape the cracked, rough, once-proud marble walls. She recollected a mother who had finally reached her feet, cradling a baby in her arms. She raised the sleeping child to One, begging her to save him. All she could do was to stare at the tear-stained face as death overwhelmed the mother’s frail body. One recalled standing there, her back straight, examining the baby cry as the noxious air blackened his skin with heat, as his last breath rattled from his weakened lungs.
Without betraying any hint of emotion whatsoever, One, she who is interminably bound to this dying world, swiveled to mountain pass and stepped over the decaying corpses as she made her way, knowing all too well that everything was over. Except for her.
=+*End*+=
If it isn't obvious, the plot is about a community established after the releasing of nuclear weapons and One, the protagonist, who is obviously an immortal.
I expect a review soon. Please be honest.

26-Mar-2011 06:29:19 - Last edited on 26-Mar-2011 06:36:23 by [#3WR3NGEL8]

Legionnaire

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Bump! *is working hard to get good at grammar* Time4Rants RIP Never Forget! 2010-2013, In Memory of Old Timer: ""I'm a doctor, not a spiritual medium!" RIP ;(
Shy Lego 2010-2011 RIP
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Lego x LD= Forbidden Love. Legita=Forbidden Love

28-Mar-2011 01:33:16

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