p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: #1d2928; font-size: 14px;"The Horizon's Revolution/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: #1d2928; font-size: 14px;"Prologue/p
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p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: inherit;" Upon awakening, I groaned at the strong redolence of tea leaves. Or could it be lavender? I was unclear of what it could be but with my blurry vision, I glanced around. The bright sun rose, in the East, chasing away last night's freakish lightning storm but evidence of steam lingered in the sky surrounding The Horizon's headquarters. New Yorkshire. . . . how could they even call it a city now? It's nothing like it once was. Before the ocean trenches opened, evaporating every little drop of water, stripping New Yorkshire of our era's only power source, it was a peaceful city taken over by a society known as The Horizon. /p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;" They were a lethal group lead by a man known by the name of Ryan O'Conner. He was known for brainwashing most of the city's citizens with his impeccable speech of false promises and hope. The truth was, The Horizon was nothing short of a killing machine used to gather fluids from victims' blood. Whenever a person would reach their 30th cycle in life, they would be escorted from the city's holding pens to the killing machine./p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;""I think her trail leads this way!"br /"Well, get over there and check it out. We don't have much time, anyways!"/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;" My heart froze along with my body. I couldn't move. Fear raised my heart beat levels quickly. Crowding against a fallen tree trunk, I prayed they wouldn't find me. The Elite, The Horizon's chainsaw guard team, has been on my trail since my escape, from the city, sometime earlier that morning. They already captured. . . . most likely killed. . . . my best friend who escaped along with me. Who knows what they would do to me if they managed to find me./p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;"Flashbackbr /"Come on, Devon, hurry!" br /"I'm stuck, Claire! Go on without me!" br /"NO! I'm not leaving you here to die! Just untie your shoe and run!"br /I watched Devon reach down but by the time she began to untie, it was already too late. I gasped at the sound of clanging /"DEVON...!"/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;" A member of the Elite stood over Devon's bleeding body as I witnessed the blood rush down my best friend's face as her deep brown eyes stared at me with emptiness. Then a rush of adrenaline powered me up as I turned to run into a nearby thicket /Flashback ends/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;"I was alone. I was afraid. This is the end. . . . . is it truly the end? Somebody help me./p
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p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; color: #1d2928; font-size: 14px;"Prologue/p
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p style="margin: 0px 0px 6px; font-family: inherit;" Upon awakening, I groaned at the strong redolence of tea leaves. Or could it be lavender? I was unclear of what it could be but with my blurry vision, I glanced around. The bright sun rose, in the East, chasing away last night's freakish lightning storm but evidence of steam lingered in the sky surrounding The Horizon's headquarters. New Yorkshire. . . . how could they even call it a city now? It's nothing like it once was. Before the ocean trenches opened, evaporating every little drop of water, stripping New Yorkshire of our era's only power source, it was a peaceful city taken over by a society known as The Horizon. /p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;" They were a lethal group lead by a man known by the name of Ryan O'Conner. He was known for brainwashing most of the city's citizens with his impeccable speech of false promises and hope. The truth was, The Horizon was nothing short of a killing machine used to gather fluids from victims' blood. Whenever a person would reach their 30th cycle in life, they would be escorted from the city's holding pens to the killing machine./p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;""I think her trail leads this way!"br /"Well, get over there and check it out. We don't have much time, anyways!"/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;" My heart froze along with my body. I couldn't move. Fear raised my heart beat levels quickly. Crowding against a fallen tree trunk, I prayed they wouldn't find me. The Elite, The Horizon's chainsaw guard team, has been on my trail since my escape, from the city, sometime earlier that morning. They already captured. . . . most likely killed. . . . my best friend who escaped along with me. Who knows what they would do to me if they managed to find me./p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;"Flashbackbr /"Come on, Devon, hurry!" br /"I'm stuck, Claire! Go on without me!" br /"NO! I'm not leaving you here to die! Just untie your shoe and run!"br /I watched Devon reach down but by the time she began to untie, it was already too late. I gasped at the sound of clanging /"DEVON...!"/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;" A member of the Elite stood over Devon's bleeding body as I witnessed the blood rush down my best friend's face as her deep brown eyes stared at me with emptiness. Then a rush of adrenaline powered me up as I turned to run into a nearby thicket /Flashback ends/p
p style="margin: 6px 0px; font-family: inherit;"I was alone. I was afraid. This is the end. . . . . is it truly the end? Somebody help me./p
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