[Time Unable to Be Recorded]
Darkness, light, explosion. It danced right over the small planet. All the green vanished, the brown blackened. The universe was never the same then. So why would it be now? Their trying to regrow society. Try to live the old life of the fallen world, but it's no use. Every time I see I feel sorry for my children. The stars that gave their life to bring a new beginning. But they'll never live to see the true trouble that they have began. After their souls hit the world like firey balls of flame, they ripped the very material of time, desperation. The future collided with the past. The old plages and deaths replayed. Now I'm standing here, looking down at the destruction my angle's creation.
[109 Year]
Adar's P.O.V
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I sat down listening to her voice. Beautiful. Like an angle giving a blessing to a blooming flower. The man standing next to him began to join in. Perfection. Is all I could think. There is no such thing as being too perfect. They cut off. I looked around the place wearily. Everything was deadly quiet. The people a sleep, or falling asleep. The atmosphere thickening with emotion. That's when it dawned on me. But it was too late. The little girl at the back played a string with mighty effort. Everyone began to wither in sorrow. Tears filling our eyes, pain pilling our bodies, out hearts threatening to explode. Some started screaming, others thrashed. I stared at the violinist with questionable fear. But her smile, a wicked twist raised from re-birth, over and over again. Last string, lights out.
...Re-birth?...
...Not ready...
...to show the path...
...born to...
...destruction...
...Of Light and Darkness...
...It only makes...
...the truth...
(Sorry a bit of a short story so yeah. STILL TAKING CHARACTER! Who has the personality of an Air Element?)
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Darkness, light, explosion. It danced right over the small planet. All the green vanished, the brown blackened. The universe was never the same then. So why would it be now? Their trying to regrow society. Try to live the old life of the fallen world, but it's no use. Every time I see I feel sorry for my children. The stars that gave their life to bring a new beginning. But they'll never live to see the true trouble that they have began. After their souls hit the world like firey balls of flame, they ripped the very material of time, desperation. The future collided with the past. The old plages and deaths replayed. Now I'm standing here, looking down at the destruction my angle's creation.
[109 Year]
Adar's P.O.V
~~~
I sat down listening to her voice. Beautiful. Like an angle giving a blessing to a blooming flower. The man standing next to him began to join in. Perfection. Is all I could think. There is no such thing as being too perfect. They cut off. I looked around the place wearily. Everything was deadly quiet. The people a sleep, or falling asleep. The atmosphere thickening with emotion. That's when it dawned on me. But it was too late. The little girl at the back played a string with mighty effort. Everyone began to wither in sorrow. Tears filling our eyes, pain pilling our bodies, out hearts threatening to explode. Some started screaming, others thrashed. I stared at the violinist with questionable fear. But her smile, a wicked twist raised from re-birth, over and over again. Last string, lights out.
...Re-birth?...
...Not ready...
...to show the path...
...born to...
...destruction...
...Of Light and Darkness...
...It only makes...
...the truth...
(Sorry a bit of a short story so yeah. STILL TAKING CHARACTER! Who has the personality of an Air Element?)
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