Reflection [Completed]

Reflection [Completed]

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He wakes up, to an unknown world, devoid of his memories and with a girl who is claimed to be his sister. And he gets thrown into another Earth. Another world. A world unexplored by humans. Losing his memories, unknowing of his identity, or how the Earth was destroyed, Jason also finds out he is Humanity's last hope of survival. Talk about peer pressure! What more could he possibly need?! This is the story of how Jason *hears screaming* "What? I shouldn't spoil it any more?!" Well.... Seems you have the pleasure of experiencing the rest. Good Luck! -Written by 13 year old me. (Raw script, unedited) ~Has a teeny tiny possibility of being rewritten when enough support is given~
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In the quiet desert village of Dey, living among the sand dunes and mirages, existed an anomaly - me. I was different, born without the ability to read, write or keep long memories. My scientist father hailed my uniqueness as a miracle, but my life was far from ordinary. To the village, I was just an oddity, a walking puzzle with missing pieces. My only solace was my best friend, always standing by me, his unspoken love for me etched in his affectionate gaze. We lived under a cruel regime with a population no more than a hundred. Every year, one of us would be chosen on the Counting Day, a ceremonious banishing ritual, to become yet another outcast to the floating prison island far off in the ocean - our village's dreaded version of population control. Our past criminals, defiant to government, and more terrifyingly, our loved ones gone missing, were thought to inhabit that island, their fate, a terrifying enigma. This year, as the Counting Day approached unrelentingly, and my loved one's life rested on borrowed time, I made a decision. I volunteered to be casted out. It was my turn to face the unknown with a hidden purpose - to locate my lost father who was sent there years ago.

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