"What kind of weapon was found?"
"I don't know Âkįŀ. All I know is that it's one of the weapons that was used during the Great Disaster." Mỷrἇ shook her head. "We can't afford to have them use that weapon again. I'm afraid that everything will disappear if they do."
Jåcóbӱ stood with his arms crossed watching what was happening. He had showed up with Âkįŀ and all the natives that he had been with. Äçåçiå was still by his side and worry creased her brow. Ƒáeláƞ paced while Dárkmëre leaned against one of the standing stones.
"What do you propose we do?"
"We need to send out a distress call to all those who are willing to help us. That is the only option I see at the moment Jacoby. You know as well as I what this evil can do. It took our parents away from us."
Ƒáeláƞ stopped pacing. His gaze swept those gathered. "We need to send out runners. The twins can go to our people and the natives can convince their own to come join us. It'll take an army to defeat the darkness."
Mỷrἇ nodded. "I agree with you Ƒáeláƞ. We need Äɱďėƞ and all those that we left behind."
"I can go to them." Ƒáeláƞ said. "They will listen to me."
"Everyone will split up and meet back here in a month's time. I fear that is all the time we can spare."
The entire group mingled together for a brief time before they split up and headed in various directions. Mỷrἇ and Ƒáeláƞ were the last to leave. They shared a passionate kiss before they both headed their separate ways. Neither knew what the future held. They just hoped that they had enough time to save their world.
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The Ancients A Tale of Survival
FantasyThe war that everyone had been dreading has finally come to pass. It had effectively destroyed the land. Those that had died were lucky. The ones who survived were slowly being transformed by the radiation that blanketed the world. Thousands of...
