I don't even remember how it happened. One day, I had met an old man, and he undoubtedly became my grounding force. He spun fanciful tales for me. Tales with happy endings, tales of happy ever afters. He felt familiar and like home, even though he was a complete stranger. I was happy and whole in his presence, and I was convinced I had met some sort of deity.
Had he come to help me in my quest? I had no idea. I was only grateful that he had become some warped sense of father to me. He was what kept me sane in the endless void that had been born in my thoughts.
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Anubis
Short StoryThe United States has fallen, and has given way to a new government. Their tactic is fear, and their tools are their elite soldiers. They are enlisted seemingly at random, torn from their loving families' arms to serve as puppets to the government...
