Adonis | The 21st Descendants.
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Last published Thu, Jan 25, 2018
Before now,I've never seen someone struggle for life. That feeling,its like you should do something,but there's nothing you can do.
"Just like life and death, light and dark ;and a particular demon to an angel..." He coughed. I should tell him to stop,but I know him too well,he listens to no one. "Yours has been one of our greatest..."
"Problem." I suggested.
"Yes my son. You have done so wonderfully well in a short time." He smiled,but it didn't reach his eyes. Those eyes had seen more than necessary.
"Why now?" Why does he have to die when I needed him the most. It wasn't fair,life's not fair.
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An epic story of the Greek god of vegetation, desire and rebirth - Adonis.
'What the hell does that have to do with joseph,a Nigerian boy. Who has been chosen to walk with immortals,with a responsibility to save the the human race.
Well,I won't say more than that ;) 😉
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