We were the “Arrow Silver”s of my generation. We fought till out last end and our last breath.
Arrow found that he found the pictures, the record, my lost smile, my whole world, my tags, our tags, our uniforms covered in blood, He finally found the truth. His smile was no longer , that smirk I hated so much. It reminded me of myself before when I fought the fall I was the rebel. I saw myself in him every part of him, he was me. I may be just seeing things but maybe I wasn’t . Arrow had that spark that shook the whole world and that’s what made me and my family us , it was the only thing.
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Gears and Springs
Science FictionA post-apocalyptic world that's been remade after society messed it up. A survivor of the Rebellion decided to help give others a chance; this is her story...
