[Arceon]

I really have no idea, I've been roleplaying a lot for the last three years so my writing style borrows from a lot of people, it can be quite chaotic at times. And only when I feel like it, which means I don't write often but I get comments saying my stories are sometimes. . .different. This is just a rewrite of one of my older ones.

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Chapter 1 ~ Part One ~ Their screams die off in the distance.

I ran.

I ran until my legs were sore,and my breath and hope were both lost. I ran from that place until it was well out of my view only to regret running here in the first place. I came from a death stricken place and only arrived in a new one. This is a never-ending wasteland. . .no, this is just pure hell.

The fates have casted me here, to be born on this planet, for which reason I do not know. This. . .place, in which nothing thrives, and where our only star is swallowed by the blood stricken sky that looms over us. What did I do in a past life to deserve this? Why God?

"No. . .there is no God."

Those words escaped my lips solemnly as I looked over to the horizon, as I looked at the corpses that lay just past the city from which I fled. The countless battles to take the only piece of land that seemed habitable, until we were few in number, and until finally we secured it.

For what?

We destroyed that land like many others, and I watched it become abused, mined, and die along with the rest of this forsaken planet. . . .

I remember tales of this place in its past, when buildings reached up and touched the heavens, where people talked about an everlasting era of peace. . .and prosperity, and where everyone thrived and lived an existence nothing like my own. If only they could see us now. . .

"Now, I see it's hopeless to run. . .there is no escape. . no, there is one. . ."

With those grief stricken words this lone man, slowly walked to one of the many bullet stricken corpses that lay in the old battlefield below. He picked up one of the weapons strewn about and slowly pointed it toward his head.

That shot rang out, only to die out in the streets of a city that had already forgotten him.