2008-08-01, 00:12
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Rediscovered
Graphic Designer
Join Date: Jul 2008
Location: Requiem
Age: 30
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Well seeing as I had positive feedback for Part One I thought I'd write another part. Though, I do suppose the initial line could use something.
Anyway:
Spoiler:
Chapter One ~ Part Two ~ Eternity
An imposing aura of might, or rather existence lay upon the skyline of this great city in the midst of this cold barren world. It was the only thing that seemed to stand on these cracked grounds and the only thing that stood under the bloodied skies. It was dark and forbidding and the small insignificant blue lights that the buildings threw off were instantly engulfed in this maze of metal, and above it all loomed the tallest tower which seemed to touch the heavens. Or rather scratch the surface of Hell.
Atop the tower, in its center layed a small room. A vast circular and empty room with a lone desk in the middle, and a man who sat in the middle. This man, covered in a shroud of darkness as the only lights glowed a bare dim blue, sat with his head rested on the backs of his interlocked hands leaning on the table seemingly in deep thought. He sat there forever like this until the door to this chamber was opened, at which he lift his head up very slightly.
"Sir. There has been another runaway. He's the fourth one of this week. Our records say his name was "Jathiel Jacobs", spoke a slender figure standing in the doorway, "These increasing rates are starting to worry the people, sir."
The man sat as ever still as before, any facial features were masked by the darkness surrounding him.
Finally, he spoke, "It was only time after all, it seems. . . .some of them are learning of the lie of an existence they live. We cannot stop them. . . . . .however, send this matter to the councils.", he spoke in a lamenting tone, with wisdom impressed in his words, "They, already know my decision."
The figure turned, the doors emitting a soft click as they shut. He resumed his pose of deep thought, staring blankly at the door. Thinking.
Sorry if it seems rather short. They always look longer in the reply composition.
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