Time is suffering. It is long. Horrible. It takes forever to pass. It sits still when things that you hate are in your face. Yelling at you. Snatching your mind away with anger. With fear. With respite. It is my beginning, and it is my end. Time. My castle falls... my ancestors die... it all goes according to time. I stand here, atop my empire, my ruling of people... the castle below me ablaze with hatred and red hot conviction in the form of molten flames. The building shakes. The foundation echos. It whispers to me... it tells me that this is my fault. I carry the sin of my father. And he his, and so on and so forth. This is my retribution. I can hear the casters now, throwing their flames at the rooms, looking for me... when its obvious Im at the top level. Today is my last day. I will die in this skyscraper, the citizens tearing my own image down before me. If only I had quite a spectacular life as my father and his and every father dating back to the first had... discovering magic. Refining it. Fine tuning and defining the laws. Using it for industrialization. Bringing us to the time that we now know as the Final Age... we were never meant to last on this planet. It was dying long before we lived on it. We just made it worse. Mass hysteria combined with a growing problem of the world imploding on itself due to magical gravity influxes that went unchecked for thousands and thousands of years... Its quite a thing, isnt it? To live the life of the final days of an entire race, as that race... it sucks. It hurts. We cant do anything about it. The mysterious outer shield prevents us from going anywhere further than orbit. So, now we sit here... trapped. Pretty much about to get the bullet to humanity inflicted. What do we do? Panic. Of course. But... What do I do...? Think. I think about everything Ive learned. The very first, to now. The tribes that transformed into cities. The World controlling Tera-Government understood by the name of Godithia. Its funny... if you think about it. We started from the ground up... literally from the ground, and over approximately 40,000 years, we brought ourselves to our current state... its a miracle we got here. This planet... this planet we live on... I know what it was called before we lived on it. When real gods before us reigned; the Humans. They called it Earth. And today, Earth dies... ---- Concept-Prologue for a very large idea I have for a book/series of stories. I WILL be expanding on this one day, but not now. I want to be able to draw and show what I think, so until then, short stories are all you guys will receive. What do you guys think of it?
Posted on: Tue, 22 Oct 2013 08:01:03 +0000
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