I'm A Survivor
A/n: This is just another sad oneshot for all those who like those types of stories… please review!
October 12, 2207
Wow. It's been two hundred years since I last kissed my love, or heard him laugh. It's been twenty years since his death, and the deaths of all my other friends. And the whole world population. Some might have wondered why I survived, but it's this simple: I'm a survivor. And now I'm Cronus' queen, but against my will. I'd much rather have died along with my love and my friends, but it was not to be, so now I write all my sorrows in my log.
Cronus eventually got the tablet of Prometheus, and destroyed the entire human race, except for me. I'd rather remain nameless, as this is my letter to those who will come after me. Maybe then they will understand that they need to overthrow Cronus, and possibly bring the gods back. They will soon realize that everything is not as it seems. I have a feeling, and as everyone knows, those feelings usually come true.
As this is my letter to future generations under Cronus' rule, I will remain nameless, as I am too ashamed of my rank to write it. It used to be a beautiful name, one that someone loved, but now it is as useless as the rest of me.
When you read this letter, young ones, remember: Together you are stronger then you think. Cronus rules you now with peace, but once you begin to question his behaviours, such as killing those who refuse to serve his evil ways, he will not remain so. He is a liar and deceiver. He has hurt many, and he will not feel guilty from hurting you also.
So mark my words. Now I will tell you how life used to be, instead of this huge hulk of red dirt we live on.
There used to be trees, green, and filled with birds that sang. You may not know what I'm talking about, but it was wonderful. There was streams (water flowing in one big bunch towards a certain place), and there was a big, bright sun, and flowers that bloomed and whirled in the playful gusts of wind. Alas, how I miss such things.
Also, there were people, who loved and laughed and played, all those things you wish for. And there were seven teens, and the gods, who fought against Cronus. One of those teens was me. The others were my friends, and one of them, the one whom I was to marry. But it was not to be. Now I am miserable, and on the brink of death. The future of our world rests in your hands. If you can defeat Cronus, and bring back the gods, order and love will be restored. And true peace. This is my death wish.
Ahhhh, I have had a vision, a vision of seven teenagers taking a stand: one will be brave, one will be kind, one will be rash, and one will lead. Another will love, another will kill, and another will be killed. And in the end, they will conquer or be conquered, love, or be rejected by those who encouraged them. If they succeed, the gods will return, along with me and the other six heroes. Oh, I do hope you succeed.
I have had more visions: you will find them under Cronus nose. What could that mean? It's not for me to know, but for you to find out. Find those children, and help them become the heroes they are meant to be.
Everything rests on your shoulders. Don't fail me. I have lost everything, including my will to live, but I have not lost my hopes for the future… because I know that people are hurting, just as I have hurt for the last two hundred years. I have said all I can say, so now I must leave you, my dears. Even though Cronus thinks that Elysian Fields no longer exists, he is mistaken. That is where the gods are, along with the heroes of old. You see, you can't fully destroy something if you don't destroy the Underworld first, which Cronus, thankfully, overlooked. Good-bye, my children. Fail me not, or else there will be nothing to look forward to.
Love, the Queen
A slender woman with long red hair floated towards the gates of Elysian Fields, her long white dress trailing after her. She smiled as she entered through the entryway, running towards a young man with chestnut locks and a wide smile.
"My dear!" she cried, hurrying into his embrace. "There is hope for us still! There is another prophecy, one with another seven teens, who may be able to defeat him. The world will be restored to its former glory."
Her other five friends hurried towards her, smiling and waving.
"So there may be hope," her love whispered in her ear. "I guess we'll have to wait and see if your prophecy comes true."
Meanwhile, on the sparse red planet that once was Earth, seven teenagers served under Cronus' rule. They had been assigned the duty of burying his dead queen. As they laid her in the ground, a small white note fell out of one of her pockets, fluttering to the ground.
One, with long blonde hair, picked it up. Gasping as she read the words, she pocketed the note, determined not to let anyone else read it who may inform the king.
She snuck a glance at her boyfriend, wondering if she could trust him. She suddenly realized that there were seven of them, and if you thought about it, they were right under Cronus' nose, serving his purpose like they did.
She glanced at her sister, who was as rash as a bull, whatever that was. She had learned about it in a book somewhere. She then turned to her boyfriend, who was so brave he had stood up to Cronus once; earning him the scar that now graced his chin. She looked at her other friend, whose kind nature had attracted her brother's interests. He loved her secretly, giving her flowers and poems whenever he could. She gulped. That left, one who will lead, one who will kill, and one who will be killed. There was her, her best friend, and her boyfriend's brother. Shuddering, she knew that she was not the leader. Closing her eyes, she used the powers that threatened Cronus daily to look into the hearts of her two peers. Tears trickled down her cheeks as she learned that her best friend would be the leader, and her boyfriend's brother would either kill, or be killed. It was between him and her. She didn't have the heart to find out.
She looked up to see her friends staring at her curiously.
Glancing around cautiously, she beckoned them to follow her. "I have a note," she whispered, "and it might hold the key to the end of Cronus' reign."
Intrigued, the others followed her into the shadows of a dull gray stone business building. She read them the note, and on that day, in the hopes of a letter written by the hands of the dead, seven new heroes were born, destined to either conquer Cronus, or die trying.