A girl screams for the last time as she gets abducted. A male homosapien, who is far off in a distant land, can sense something amiss, but ignores the feeling and keeps fighting. The war seems never ending, and it would only get worse from here. Wait.... I might want to start at the beginning.... Okay, let's rewind a few years, to when the girl was, say, five, and the boy, eight.
A girls' giggling sounded in the tall stalks of grass, that were the size of our trees. Huge rocks, the size of hills and boulders were scattered around, the dirt beneath the shady blades of grass was warm and soft. The giggling continued, as a small girl rounded the corner. Her mother, calling from the lake, which was truly a small puddle, hummed as she listened to her child. The other women in the tribe laughed merrily as they went about washing up and stitching clothes back together. Their voices did little to echo, but there were some keen ears that were listening to this all with a sort of fascinated hunger.
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Versaga
FantasíaRunning away was never a true option in this world. Mysteries lay in wait as a girl tries to pretend to forget. Before the world fell, humans were rulers..... However, now we are but bugs, easy to squash and play with....
