1. Through the gloom and smog, I can barely see the struggling humans. Black smoke is everywhere now a days. It's as if they're trying to destroy themselves. My creator says it was meant to happen someday...the death of all his misguided creatures called humans. Yet I still wish I could save them, though it's not within my power to. Surely, this can't be their destiny....
2. From below the land, I see the humans running from death. I wish I were trained enough to go and help the others bring them down here. But He says I am too young and naive. He says after this, our race will rule, and that the Great Creator will pay for what he did to Him. It will end in war and bloodshed, but isn't that what we're meant for...?
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Kari's Drabbles
Ficción GeneralA collection of things I've written in the past. Most of these are on Deviant art, but I'm going to post them here as well.
