Everything begins, and everything ends; life is no exception to that fact. The end has come, just as the prophecies foretold. I'm one of few survivors, not many lived past the Fall. That's what it's called now. People succumbed to their greed and used war as a solution to everything. Cities, countries, were destroyed; nobody could hide from the destruction. Even now, five years after the Fall, the world could never be restored to its former glory. My name is Caleb. I'm nineteen, and ever since it happened, I've been trying to make it through. I haven't found anyone close to me who has survived. They probably went with the others. I hope it's that way. I wouldn't be able to handle them going through the struggles and pain of survival. Hell, it's probably for naught. Nothing has changed, yet I'm still searching for something, anything that will give me a bit of hope. That's why I'm still here; I refuse to give up until I know that it's not really the end. But all I can do is hope. For now, anyway.
-Author's note-
Hello, dearest reader! I know this is a really short chapter, but I feel like this is good enough. This is a story I plan on entering into the 2016 Wattys, even if I'm starting it in 2015. Whatever. Anyway, this story is supposed to be set in a post-Apocolyptic world, with some (hopefully not cliche) twists. If anyone has any suggestions for the story, feel free to give them! I hope you enjoy the story everyone.
-Lumiere
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The Path We Take
ActionThe world has ended, just like the prophecies foretold. Societies have crumbled; monsters from seemingly other worlds ravage what's left, and nothing can change it. Or so it seems... It was also foretold that two people would rise from the nothingn...
