This is the second story that I've posted on Wattpad, but I took the first one off since I wasn't very enthusiastic about it and it was just going nowhere. This story is one that I have high hopes for, so please vote, comment. Don't be afraid to criticize me ,cause I'm an ammateur and I need feedback!!! Anyway, please enjoy! ~Usagi
Prologue
Prophecy of the Last:
"Barren world with hope not lost
Wretched doom of Last
Two paths will meet and twice be crossed
Bring back the world gone past"
The world was once beautiful. Brilliant, with colors bursting around every bend; a world of wonderful sounds and noise. But slowly, the world has fallen silent. The once bright colors turned ashen. The warmth slowly sucked out of everything. And now it has come to this: this cold, barren and silent world. Nothing moves. Nothing breathes. There is just white.
All Beings have lost hope of ever returning to the world now known only in myth. Every last one, except me. The hope is small, and it dwindles slowly and painfully; such as that of the last dying embers of a fire that has banished an entire village into nothingness. Occasionally, a bit of tender is added to the small flame in my heart, but is eaten up quickly. Each hope that I gain is here one moment but gone the next because it is so small. I have no true lasting hope. That is, until I meet him.
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The Hope of the Last
FantastikI am Kyra. I have no last name, for there is no need for a last name in this empty world. The world is cold and barren. It has been this way for over a thousand years. Higher Beings, human-animal hybrids are dominant, and humans must fight to surviv...
