Halves of Another
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  • Reads 682
  • Votes 64
  • Parts 25
  • Time 2h 9m
Ongoing, First published Sep 04, 2016
War. It's what tears a nation apart, but this nation was supposed to be perfect. It was filled with beings of Creation. They were known as Creators, they filled the land with beautiful creatures who loved their makers and everything they did. The Creators were fair to their creations and gave them wonderful things. But one day, the Creators disappeared and in place was left what were named Halves. Now, the nation is torn. Kill the Halves or let them win, half the nation wants to rid themselves of the split pieces of their once beautiful rulers, the other half wants to keep them alive. In hopes of getting their creators back.
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5 parts Ongoing Mature

We're all pawns in this game played by those on top. From the moment we can process what they're telling us, we're led to believe that we must kneel before superiority. Bow our heads to the kings and queens, the powerful men and women who sit high on their thrones. To them, we are nothing but tools, obstacles, and threats. For this life is nothing but a constant battle between immortals. The individuals on the pedestals, and the ones in the dirt. So, how may we get out? How much blood will be spilled, tears shed, final breaths taken, before this is all over? People are lost in the game. They don't come back. Sons and daughters, parents, siblings... all slaughtered in this power play. Through all of this I have lost. I walk upon the shattered past left in my wake. I wish for death to finally arrive, but it never does. There's a crown of death atop my head and there's nothing I can do to change it. We were ready to make a difference. When death came to our doorstep we refused to let it take us, not without a fight, but it was a futile attempt. No one can stand in the way of a king starved for the power of it all. Tainted by ambition and violence. And with that, two thousand soldiers drew their swords for a war they would not win.