.Prologue.

18 3 0
                                    

It was a beautiful day, and like many things in life the beauty was mirrored by devastation. Pain, open wounds that would take years to heal. On the outside the group of young hero's barely teenagers appeared normal, happy? yes, normal? no. there was an underlying anger that was slowly boiling to the surface. A vendetta concluded, although they would not admit it this was not the end. there was still so much to do, to fix. to find and heal. so much work to day. they may have saved the world today but what they did not realise was that their lives where now tied to the world they saved. emotions ran high yet were hidden by convincing smiles. truths were spilled lies were born and secrets began to set root. but for now they have this little time who knows when it will end, but what is certain they will make the most of this peace. for the first time in three generations for the first time in one hundred years they could be free and safe with their friends and family. 

Blended Where stories live. Discover now