"Are you sure we should be doing this?"
"We need it. I want my land to be in shape, and we can't just make elements like we make our citizens."
"Alright then."
Gravene stepped on his newly founded land, not sure if it was real or not. It had worked like a dream, the thought playing in his head like an infinite movie; steal the elements, make the biomes. He couldn't believe he was looking at it. His mindset, his goal, it was right in front of him. The plot of land was flat and empty, but that would change.
"I wonder what happened to Copperton. That place is probably crippling by the minute." Gravene stated. Copperton was his hometown. He had something taken away from him there, and wanted revenge. But now, he had finally got it. He had his own place now, and didn't know what it had in store for him.
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The Elements of Gravene
FantasyAn empty land is given life, as other ones die in this story about one land stripped of its elements and transferred to another. This is a fairly short story and in progress.
