The apocalypse happens almost 350 years ago now. We have been raised to never discuss it, but I always do. My questions are endless. How can nobody be interested in the war that wiped out 85% of our ancestors? When I was six my father was exiled, he cared for me so he had to take me with him. Now we live as loners.
There are two gangs that we know of. The lights and the darks. Each gang has a leader, when a new leader rises the current leader wilts and shrivels like a flower. Nobody understands why this happens though, and yes this is something I question too.
The leader of the darks has the power of the darks and the leader of the lights has the power of the lights. Leaders are very dangerous but their life as a leader is short. Like a flower's. It will last for, at the longest, five years.
Power does not interest me nor my father. The darks gloat of their power and my father's exile whenever they see us near their border. I always shrink back and let my father take their cruel words in. Though, I am just a child at this point. Don't judge me.
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Teen FictionThe path of love, revenge, loss and destruction. If you want to feel some raw emotion I tell you, read this. You could leave with heartache, tears, or thoughts which trail away. This story is one that will stay with you- I promise.
