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Clyde -> Breaking Ascension (7/2/2008 23:35:23)
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The alarm clock beeped endlessly and his patience was wearing thin.A few more beeps from his alarm clock and he finally threw it against the wall. After getting out of bed he faced the wall mirror to eye his five o’ clock shadow and his current features. His dark hazel eyes shifted to a red blur, trying to gain concentration on the world. 7:55 AM was the time and it was July 5th, 3005. He echoed this within his head to reclaim a deep memory of something important he had forgotten.
Suddenly it came to him! Today was the day, and in one hour and five minutes this day will be her last. Quickly he rushed out the door and headed towards the Center City Square. Sure Falonna City was big, but it had a lot of shortcuts, meaning more than one way to get to his destination.
He waited carefully for a taxi as he stuck his thumb out into the street. As a yellow taxi floated up to him he quickly grabbed a hold of the driver and threw him out the car. All bets were off and there was no going back from here.
“There’s no point in trying,” a voice called out to him as he stepped on the pedal fiercely. He didn’t respond to the voice and just kept driving. “What’s wrong? It’s not my fault that it is her time.” The voice kept going on, but did not originate from within his subconscious. “You will not make it in time. Don’t even bother…” Still no response from the man, just more driving and silence.
After almost an hour of driving he finally made it to the base of the cliff. There was a figure at the top almost swaying back and forth with the wind. “Layla, don’t do it!” he yelled to his daughter as he ran up the mountain, reaching out for her. Her navy blue hair flowed in the air as she looked out towards the ocean horizon, not looking back.
“I told you already, it’s either her of the entire land…” the voice said. “You agreed that the gods could have her as a sacrifice for the sake of the country. Any sudden regrets will not help you or her now.” Tired of listening to the voice, the man got angry as he continued up the mountain, trying his hardest to ignore the voice.
"Nalees, now is not the time, you traitorous god-ling!" he responded, inches away from the top of the mountain.
“Traitorous god!?” Nalees pauses, almost completely thrown off by his words, “You’re the one who choose me as your Guardian and overseer. You also signed your daughter’s life away to protect the country!” He ran, stretching his hand as far as his human body could possibly stretch, as he reached for his daughter. “Laayyalaa!” His hand brushed off her right shoulder right before her body descended the cliff. “No!” He coughs this as his body crashes against the deformed rock.
His hand still reached out for his daughter as he watched his daughter be engulfed by the waves below. He slammed his fist into the ridged rock over and over again until blood drip from his knuckles. Suddenly, he hears a rush of water coming at a fast pace and moves from out of the revived river bank. As he looked around he watched as flowers and trees sprouted from the ground, taking over the land completely. Nothing couldn’t compare to this beauty, except one thing, a smile from his daughter.
“The land has returned to its former glory and the great waterfall has returned. I‘m sorry for your loss, but it was for the greater good,” Nalees said before leaving.
“Nalees, you only did this to repay your debts!” His fist pointed towards the sky, “And I promise you, we will have our revenge…”
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“Years passed and things changed. Though time may change, painful memories never change, they never leave no, matter what you try to do. They live on in the shadows of your mind and reside forever until you die. Have you ever wished you could take it all back? That every wrong, every mistake could be erased forever? Well, I have, for ever single moment and day of my pathetic life…The End.” A group of kids and some other pedestrians had sat and listened to his latest story. His ragged clothes matched his way of life and the people around him. As the man limped back towards his cardboard home a young boy, about of the age of seven, walks up to him and stops him.
“What’d ya want kid?” His voice thundered from within his hood. At first the boy was scared speechless, but quickly threw it all behind him.
“That was a good story you just now, it was awesome and I wanted to know what inspires you…?” A powerful chuckle roared from the man's throat. The boy froze as the storyteller’s hands crashed into the boy’s shoulders. “Kid…” His mouth grinned wickedly, but other than that, his face was hidden within the hood. “That was no story…”
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