TearsoftheWorld
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Loia was standing on the edge of the cliff, peering out over the vast ocean. The sun was setting now, and the clouds had turned a fiery red. A tear flowed down her cheek as she recalled the past events, the epic tale she was a part of. Many of her friends were gone, to a place where she could only hope they were finally happy and at peace. The wind picked up slightly, her dark blue hair blowing forward off towards the horizon. She felt a hand on her shoulder, and she laid her own hand on it, not looking to see who's it was. She already knew, and she was comforted at last. The sun had almost gone all the way down, and the sky above was turning dark. She sighed, and turned to face Marcus, his hand brushing her cheek.
It was only the Beginning of the Adventure for the two survivors, but this isn't about that time in history. No, this is the story of how it began.
It was only the Beginning of the Adventure for the two survivors, but this isn't about that time in history. No, this is the story of how it began.