Pandemonium Rising

Pandemonium Rising

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Life. Such a fragile entity, so easily given, yet so easily taken. It is granted to us at birth, and it is taken from us in death. There is no in between, but what if there was? What if there was an in between, where it's not life or death that we are granted, but the suffering of survival. The world was over before he knew it. The world was over before anyone knew it. For those who remained, survival was all that was left, but for some, simply surviving wasn't enough, not anymore. Follow the story of a young man who's spent his entire life fighting for survival, believing that survival was all the world had to offer him. With the help of the only few people left on Earth that he considers family, he will soon discover that maybe the world has more to offer than just survival, that perhaps, there is an entire new life waiting for him, waiting for him to live it.
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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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