Sparrow's Flight

Sparrow's Flight

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WIP Ever since President Gray was inaugurated into office, the nation of Atheria has been... different, to say the least. 13 year old Sparrow is but a mere child in the new Atheria. He has just found out that is mother is to be publicly executed in a week. Sparrow and his best friend, Astrid, are determined to keep his mother alive. But, her death is inevitable. Right as his mother is about to get shot- Sparrow activates something deep inside him, but is knocked out after. He wakes up in a facility somewhere in the northernmost part of Atheria with six other children around his age. Together, the children are determined to put a stop to the cruelty of President Gray and restore Atheria to what it was.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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