Today was like any other summer day. The tree's swayed from side to side as a gentle relaxing breeze blew through. The sky was a beautiful shade of baby blue and hundreds of white puffy clouds swarmed the sky. The air was hot. Every time you took a breath, it was like inhaling steam. People were outside their homes, gardening, sun bathing, and playing with their children.
But today wasn't a normal day. To me, it was a dark one. People saw sunshine and I saw darkness. I saw destruction and they saw relaxation. No, today was not a normal day. Nor would the day after or the day after that. Yesterday was my last day of normal. Today I was going to war.
As I walked through the city, I passed a store that had a mirror in it's display. I didn't want to look into it, but I did. I seen a boy. A seventeen year old boy forced into war. Forced to fight for something he didn't believe in. I didn't believe in killing another human being. And that is what they taught us here in Emerald City. That to protect your home, you must be willing to kill.
Just a preview for my story I'm writing. Tell me what you think. Any ideas? Flaws? Thanks!
((Ooo, got me wanting to read more! Great detiail!))
((Thank you. Readers please be cautious. There may be language and a lot of violence.))
((Goodie, I`ve been waiting for a good fan fic like that. And no, I am not a violent person. But don`t go asking Matt....))
I stared at the mirror, all of my emotions mixed together in my head, like fire. I felt them burn through my arms--through my veins. I felt the stinging sensation in my palms. I always felt like this when I was angry. And it always subsided after a short moment. I took a deep breath and looked at my watch. I had an hour before the train left. I had already left my bags at the drop off earlier. Now was my time to take a last look at peace before we destroyed this place. My home.
((I'm writing in small paragraphs until I get the story details worked out.))
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