Eclipse (#Wattys2016)

Eclipse (#Wattys2016)

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THERE IS SUN, THERE IS MOON Solis and Luna are two unions that want the same thing-- but have different ways of expressing it. They both yearn world peace, yet they could not disagree more. And that's what makes them dangerous. THERE ARE CHOICES, THERE ARE NONE Luna believes in individuality. Solis believes in socialism. Both beliefs come with catches. Nothing comes without its cost. THERE'S BEEN WAR, THERE'S BEEN PEACE Luna and Solis are constantly at war, their top soldiers always in the front lines. Occasionally, the groups put aside their differences to knock out a task, but not now. Both unions are dangerously close to their goals, and neither one will let the other take their victory. THERE WAS DESPAIR, NOW THERE'S HOPE No one dared to admit it, but there has been more casualties than what it's worth-- on both sides. But that was Before. Now that Madge Yancey has appeared from out of the blue and showed her worth, she's given both sides something to fight for--and became a wanted asset for both Luna AND Solis. But the question is: Who will she pick? *** Highest Ranking: #117 in Science Fiction on August 1st, 2016
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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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