It was September, 2017, when it happened. September 2017… when this world ended.
I still don't find it in me to care too much, but I should give you a rundown of what happened, right? I bet you think it has to do with terrorists or the current US president…
I laugh at you. Not really, though. What happened was pretty laughable, though, purely because it was normal people chasing down and killing miraculous people. That happened for about six months.
During those six months, about half the population of the world perished. The first miraculous person, someone who now simply goes by 'First', built a great island with his amazing, miraculous powers, and deported all the other miraculous people to that island in order to protect them. Me and two of my friends were three of those miraculous people, though I don't consider myself miraculous. Just unlucky.
My name is Darky, though yes, it isn't a true name. Names are dangerous, after all, especially in this brand new world of huntings and hunters and prey and miraculous people. I never quite liked my true name anyway, so going by 'Darky' is a win-win. I'm nineteen now, and I have strange hair, in the way of style. The dark brown locks that frame my face are long, to my ribcage, while the back was cut short at the nape of my neck. I predominately wear glasses that have rectangular rims colored black, with a leopard print within, and a metal stripe on the temples. I stand at five feet, three inches, and have particularly broad shoulders, even though my powers have assisted me in becoming skinnier, my shoulders remained.. It wasn't something I minded, really. My wardrobe varied, but I always wear my black leather purse and my hoodie, though the color varied with my outfit. I vaguely remember researching fashion so I could have been a fashion designer, when I was much younger. Maybe twelve years ago?
My shoes varied as well, but they were normally always designed to be Mary Janes, and nearly was always as black as night. I quite enjoy the color black, but not for 'edgy' reasons. I simply liked the color. Or, rather, the abundance of color, as black was every color mixed with one another.
Haha, I'm rambling. I should continue with the story, huh?
Well, due to the deportations, everyone had to begin new lives on this island. Many people were without their families. We had to build up the island's city ourselves, though the First was quite helpful. His powers had to due with the creation of things, like buildings, islands, and furniture. He often spoke with the elder adults instead of those who still had -teen stuck on to their age. I've never seen him.
Second, however, was someone I saw a lot of. She was a Japanese woman, of about twenty-eight. She was about my height, with long, black hair in a bun and dark eyes. She constantly wore a farmer's uniform, and her powers were all about agriculture. She constantly went around to everyone's house and delivered the vegetables they'd need that month that they had said to like. Second's quite nice,, which makes me glad someone like her is responsible for the vegetables and fruits the island got.
Sigh, I'm getting of track.
I may as well just begin the story, then.
And then I just don't continue on XP
This is a story I'm trying out! Hopefully you like it! Please review!
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THIS IS MY HUNDREDTH STORY! :3