Post by Russia on Feb 15, 2010 1:56:02 GMT -5
Summary: The world ended. Our world ended. But their story has just begun. In the aftermath of Armageddon, two boys unlock the secrets of the past. Our present. Travelling in the ruins we left behind, to answer one question: What were they?
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Chapter I
The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
Augustus made his way carefully through the trees. His long, blond hair tied into a high ponytail. Bright, green eyes narrowed and focused.
He was armed with nothing more than a dagger. Fashioned from a sharpened rock tied to a piece of wood. He was dressed sparsely, wearing only a tattered pair of jean shorts. He was barefoot.
The leaves whispered. A gentle breeze carrying their message. A ripple of conversation spreading through the forest.
They know.
Augustus blinked. Standing perfectly still. Ears tuned to the silent words.
leftc
Faster than a blink of an eye, Augustus whipped around. Launching his dagger into the air.
THUNK! gYipe!h
The dagger embedded itself into the trunk of a tree. Alexanderfs ear but a few inches from the blade.
Alexander. Chocolate, fly-away hair. Burnt-hazel eyes, currently dilated. Shock coursing through his entire body.
gYoufre aim sucks.h He finally managed.
Augustus grunted, relaxing his stance.
gYfknow, most people greet with a eHi! How are you doing?f You throw daggers!h Alexander continued, taking hold of the hilt.
He tugged. Three times. Before the dagger loosened free, splinters showering the ground. It was buried four inches deep.
Augustus held out his hand expectantly.
gOh no!h Alexander cried. gYou threw this at me. Ifm keeping it!h
With that, he stuffed the weapon into the pocket of his burnt sweatshirt. Unlike Augustus, he was wearing a fur loincloth. He was also barefoot.
gNeed it for dinner.h Augustus reasoned, hand still stretched out.
gToo bad.h Alexander shrugged.
Augustus frowned. Well, he was already frowning. It simply became more pronounced.
gIfm eating rabbit tonight!h Alexander crowed.
And with that, Augustus lunged.
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Not too far from the boys, two groups vied for control over the Eastern forests. A bloody battle for dominancy to monopolize all the game.
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The two boys were opposites. Always were, and always will be. While Augustus was fair, Alexander was dark. While Augustus was solemn, Alexander was carefree. While Augustus had priorities, Alexander couldnft care less.
And yet, despite those differences, Fate drew the boys together. A chance meeting in the heart of the wilderness. Theyfve been together ever since.
United by a common need. Shunned by their people, they were lonely.
For the boys knew. Deep inside, they understood. They were different.
Their peers were already of age. Starting families of their own. Beginning their lives. Becoming men.
But Augustus and Alexander remained the same. Their cheeks still curved with the fat of innocence. Their stature still the frail, bony structure of youth.
For all mortal appearances, they were children!
The years could not peel back the baby smooth skin. Time could not weather those childish hands rough.
And no matter how long they waited, or how fervently they hopedc
Augustus and Alexander would not age.
Science would dictate that the boys perhaps had a unique case of dwarfism, or some other physical disability. But the era of Science, of laboratories and experiments, of logic and machinery. When the human existence could be explained by cells and biology. That period in time, has passed. Long ago died and buried in a grave of its own doing.
And in its ashen corpse lay the husk of humanity. Regressed to a time long forgotten, living in a world they had long since forsaken.
But humans are such fascinating creatures. A hardy, resilient race. Somehow, one way or another. They pushed on. To live another day.
And history repeats itself.
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Chapter I
The forest was quiet. Too quiet.
Augustus made his way carefully through the trees. His long, blond hair tied into a high ponytail. Bright, green eyes narrowed and focused.
He was armed with nothing more than a dagger. Fashioned from a sharpened rock tied to a piece of wood. He was dressed sparsely, wearing only a tattered pair of jean shorts. He was barefoot.
The leaves whispered. A gentle breeze carrying their message. A ripple of conversation spreading through the forest.
They know.
Augustus blinked. Standing perfectly still. Ears tuned to the silent words.
leftc
Faster than a blink of an eye, Augustus whipped around. Launching his dagger into the air.
THUNK! gYipe!h
The dagger embedded itself into the trunk of a tree. Alexanderfs ear but a few inches from the blade.
Alexander. Chocolate, fly-away hair. Burnt-hazel eyes, currently dilated. Shock coursing through his entire body.
gYoufre aim sucks.h He finally managed.
Augustus grunted, relaxing his stance.
gYfknow, most people greet with a eHi! How are you doing?f You throw daggers!h Alexander continued, taking hold of the hilt.
He tugged. Three times. Before the dagger loosened free, splinters showering the ground. It was buried four inches deep.
Augustus held out his hand expectantly.
gOh no!h Alexander cried. gYou threw this at me. Ifm keeping it!h
With that, he stuffed the weapon into the pocket of his burnt sweatshirt. Unlike Augustus, he was wearing a fur loincloth. He was also barefoot.
gNeed it for dinner.h Augustus reasoned, hand still stretched out.
gToo bad.h Alexander shrugged.
Augustus frowned. Well, he was already frowning. It simply became more pronounced.
gIfm eating rabbit tonight!h Alexander crowed.
And with that, Augustus lunged.
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Not too far from the boys, two groups vied for control over the Eastern forests. A bloody battle for dominancy to monopolize all the game.
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The two boys were opposites. Always were, and always will be. While Augustus was fair, Alexander was dark. While Augustus was solemn, Alexander was carefree. While Augustus had priorities, Alexander couldnft care less.
And yet, despite those differences, Fate drew the boys together. A chance meeting in the heart of the wilderness. Theyfve been together ever since.
United by a common need. Shunned by their people, they were lonely.
For the boys knew. Deep inside, they understood. They were different.
Their peers were already of age. Starting families of their own. Beginning their lives. Becoming men.
But Augustus and Alexander remained the same. Their cheeks still curved with the fat of innocence. Their stature still the frail, bony structure of youth.
For all mortal appearances, they were children!
The years could not peel back the baby smooth skin. Time could not weather those childish hands rough.
And no matter how long they waited, or how fervently they hopedc
Augustus and Alexander would not age.
Science would dictate that the boys perhaps had a unique case of dwarfism, or some other physical disability. But the era of Science, of laboratories and experiments, of logic and machinery. When the human existence could be explained by cells and biology. That period in time, has passed. Long ago died and buried in a grave of its own doing.
And in its ashen corpse lay the husk of humanity. Regressed to a time long forgotten, living in a world they had long since forsaken.
But humans are such fascinating creatures. A hardy, resilient race. Somehow, one way or another. They pushed on. To live another day.
And history repeats itself.
