PROLOGUE:
The summer heat blazed and whipped his body. He couldn't run for much longer. His legs were giving way and he fell on the ground and rolled along the rocky forest ground. He came to a stop with scratches on his arms and his hands covered in blood. He lay there, frustrated and out of energy. His head flopped to the side. He saw it. A rickety house sitting on and island in the middle of a small pond. At the top was a red script R. He struggled I get to his feet. He walked into the water. He waded across to the house. He walked onto the porch, and knocked. "Xander, is that you?"
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The Redhood Creators
Science FictionIn the year 2024, all governments have fallen, what's left of the land is fought over by cults. The few left out of the cults are outcasts, forced to run. 19 year old Xander is one if them.
