WE FALL AS WE RISE

WE FALL AS WE RISE

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Prologue Through our cunning wits, powerful adaptational skills, and lack of mercy towards the other life forms of our planet, we savagely slashed and hacked our way to the top of the food chain. If any part of another species' body was found to have value, it was not uncommon for members of our kin to hunt them to extinction. Eventually even the planet's most mighty beasts, those that had been baptised in the blood of their victims, would avoid even the weakest of our kind. And once nothing dared trifle with us, we turned on each other. We became our own hunters. For centuries we fought between one another; making weapons of mass destruction that generations before would have never dreamed possible. Our home planet became charred and scarred from our greed and anger towards one another. Although there were moments of peace, and times where we would try to become better then the ones before us. Normally the strive towards worldly tranquility would end in the fires of war, but nonetheless we would try. Resulting in a vicious never ending repetitive cycle. It was in one of our moments of peace when they chose to attack. In the beginning we stood as fragile lambs waiting for their outstretched sharpened claws to end us. It had been in the longest spell of peace and prosperity in history. Our soldiers weren't hardened and our people were soft and happy. Our guard was down, we had been the closest ever to breaking the accursed cycle of war. It is now known they had been watching us for eons, always in the shadows lurking, waiting, and preparing for a perfect opportunity to arise. And when it arose they showed us what it was like to be the hunted again. However, what they were unable to predict, was the lengths we'd go to in order to survive This is soldier #652 I've been tasked to transcribe the fall and hopefully rise of the human race Rough draft in editing, please feel free to let me know if I miss anything while editing.
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In the beginning, there was death. The darkness flows from hues of purple and orange, the moon rising to kiss the sun's rays one last time as the darkest cloud of night I've ever seen falls over our tiny haven. I catch Will's face from the side of my vision and my heart tightens slightly. The tick of his jaw wouldn't be noticeable for anyone but me. His best friend, his lifeline. A solemn tear forms in my eye as he wipes his face, another tear falling for the family he lost. I love him. Utterly and desperately so, but, there's nothing I can do about that. The ultimate forbidden fruit, if you will. I reach to comfort him and he doesn't respond. I open my mouth to speak and he looks my way, but the gleam in his dark brown eyes hits the moonlight just right and I fall. My voice escapes my throat and I can't do it. I've tried for years to tell him. 10 years, actually. All this time, I hopelessly remained devoted to a ghost who had given the best of himself to a fiery red-head with a sassy personality and the body of a supermodel. For 10 years, I held to the desperate thought that maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone I could count on. Instead, I watched him marry my best friend, smiled as they welcomed their son. Stood, holding that beautiful boy as his mother was in the first round of executions after the beginning of the Revelation. Helped heal Will's wounds in the aftermath. Cried, clutching the tear-stained shirt of my best friend as his son took his last staggering breath in that first harsh winter. The guilt of my emotions crawl through me. My heart twisting in regret, guilt, desperation, and grief. I loved my best friend. She was so much more than that; she was my family. In this dystopian quick read, join a group of people desperate to recapture their freedom and end a tyrant's reign.

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