Fractured-UnOrdinary (Rewritten)

Prologue

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The view overlooking the city of Wellston only highlighted its charm and appeal. It was calm, serene. Especially now with the change of seasons.

The trees were already beginning to shift, turning multiple shades of red, orange, yellow and brown. Leaves started falling off their respective branches, signaling that summer was at an end. The air became crisp and the days had begun to shorten, however this didn't stop everyone from mingling and walking about.

Children were bundled up in their coats as they jumped and played in the piles collecting on the ground. The satisfying crunch the decaying plant life made only furthered their excitement for the season while their breaths trailed behind them in wispy puffs. Their parents watched on and chatted on park benches as they sipped their steaming beverages, finding relief in the warmth they provided.

People began to leave their places of employment as the late afternoon signaled the end of their shifts, scrambling to leave as the weekend welcomed them with open arms.

Friday afternoons had become the peak of human evolution. No school, no work, and nothing to worry about until Sunday night rolled around. You could do anything you wanted on a Friday night and no teacher, coworker or manager could tell you otherwise.

The thriving area bustled with people who drove down winding roads and wandered in large herds along the sidewalks. Some even stopped inside shops and stores, enticed by what they had to offer.

A small group of adults dropped by a restaurant for some much needed alcohol and a quick bite to eat.

A duo of rowdy school kids walked into Kovoro mall to buy new clothes, their older ones not warm enough for the changing weather.

A short girl sat and waited at the bus stop, her towering and disinterested friend sitting next to her as they shivered. Both wanted to get back to their respective dwellings and escape the chilly weather.

A lone teen walked into Wobba Bobba to get his favorite drink, not caring about the weather a single bit and numb to its changes.

It was just another day in a small, but lively town, with people doing their own things and living their own lives.

None were the wiser about anything beyond the usual thrum of their everyday lives as everything continued on like normal.

Oh...if only they knew...

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A woman stared at the sinking ball of fire that painted the sky in a torrent of blazing hues. The already picturesque scene had become engulfed in flames, making the view a sight to behold.

Sunsets were always unique as no two were ever alike. Those in the fall were even more special as it was a dwindling reminder that scenes like these would become harder to witness; that the sun's warmth would disappear for longer amounts of time.