The Mysterious Island

Prologue

After the smoke disipates only ashes are left, everything's gone. Housed once filled with happy families, school which echoed with children laughter, library full of past and present knowledge, once plentiful soil, salted, wells with clean and fresh wather are now dry. Only thing that are left are ruins, ashes, salted earth and memories of the old days.

-Any survivors? - Greg asked
-Just one child. - god know how many people died and he was the only survivor, poor kid.
-Is he okay? - Boris asked with a soft and worried voice, which is weird for a usually loud and a cold russian.
-He is unconscious? - ether by the smoke or he might be even hurt.
-Medic! - Greg yelled loudly, forgetting that he isn't in the army anymore and that he is the medic.
-You are the medic, idiot! - Boris is yelling as usual.

Greg, visibly irritated by his tone of voice, picks us his medkit and tried his best while everyone watches is silence.
Our silence is broken by an irritating yet very familiar voice.

-We should look around and take what's left from these ruins. - said Mark, ah yes, the greedy bastard, almost forgot about him.
-Maybe we should look for more survivors first. - why we brought him in the first place is a mystery by itself.
Yes, yes, you can do that and I will loot what's left. - I swear to god, only thing this guy thinks about is money.

Boris is helping Greg with the kid, Mark is taking whatever is valuable, while I'm looking for some lucky bastard who survived this a ring caches my attention. I walk forward to an undamaged, weird looking book.

As I touch the book a very powerful energy feel my body.
All of a sudded a mysterious voice echoes inside of my head.

To be continued...