New: The 100

New: The 100

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It was all cool on the ark, but then again we were running out of air and supply's to live. They floated people now and then, one of them my dad. I was one of the 100 to get the lucky chance. I mean lucky until we go down to the ground...
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Moth

They say the world used to turn. They say that night would follow day in an endless dance. They say that dawn rose, dusk fell, and we worshiped both sun and stars. That was a long time ago. The dance has died. The world has fallen still. We float through the heavens, one half always in light, one half always in shadow. Like the moth of our forests, one wing white and the other black, we are torn. My people are the fortunate. We live in daylight, blessed in the warmth of the sun. Yet across the line, the others lurk in eternal night, afraid... and alone in the dark. I was born in the light. I was sent into darkness. This is my story.

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