LOA- Okay second time around.
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Prologue
In another world, a girl was walking from the school library, and was on her way to class. She was about fifteen, with black hair that was tied in the back. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a white polo shirt, which was the standard uniform for that school she was attending. She had just come from the library with books on World War II.
She had this crazy obsession with war for some strange reason, though she did not think of war as something sweet and cool. No, she held the topic war with the greatest respects. In a way she understood what the soldiers were going through in the war. To kill, and listen to their cries in their dreams, to see people murdered every day. She did not like it, but wars were what shaped every nation to what they are today, that and the conflicts that what every one went through.
As she passed by the auditorium, her eyes fell on a lone bell that was about the size of an electricity outlet. The past principle had it installed on the threshold of the auditorium when it was built.
As she gazed at the bronze bell, her mind began to wander to the 'so called' legend of the old bell. They say that when the bell rang on its own accord the person it rang for would be in for a world of adventure and danger. But to her the legend was absurd in her opinion. The bell has not rung in ages; fifty centuries to be in fact.
She was staring at the bell lost in her thoughts when suddenly the bell started to toss itself. It tossed gently at first as if the winds were gently pushing it. Then sturdily more heavily, soon its gentle chime filled the air.
Her eyes widened as the bell chimed. It has not rung in ages and now suddenly it was ringing for her! She turned looking about for any culprit that could be playing a joke on her but no one was there. She returned her gaze back up at the bell, slowly backing up a bit nerved that the bell was ringing on its own, then a voice whispering floated lazily by her ear.
Frightened she turned wildly to see who it was when her world went suddenly black. She had a vague sensation that she was falling, with pain that suddenly flared up covering every inch of her body. Then she knew no more.
There was an old man who was sitting on a lab chair looking over some blue prints on a Gundam unlike any other. "Now, my only problem is where to find my self a suitable pilot." The old scientist grumbled as he proceeded to look over the files of several people. He was about forty or so on years, which had a creamy textured hair to his shoulders which, was tied in a low ponytail at the base of his head. He had a fair build and kept himself in shape.
Getting up he decided to turn in for the night when suddenly s huge crash erupted in his back yard. Grabbing his gun for protection he went to investigate what made the sound. He looked outside and saw a crater with a girl about five in the midst of the crater.
As he was rushing to the aid of the young child he quickly scanned the area for any threats that seemed out of the ordinary. Seeing none, he picked up the girl gently and took her in side.
So what do you guys think? Do I need to work on it more? Tell me, and I'll see what I can do.
LOA
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Prologue
In another world, a girl was walking from the school library, and was on her way to class. She was about fifteen, with black hair that was tied in the back. She was wearing a plaid skirt with a white polo shirt, which was the standard uniform for that school she was attending. She had just come from the library with books on World War II.
She had this crazy obsession with war for some strange reason, though she did not think of war as something sweet and cool. No, she held the topic war with the greatest respects. In a way she understood what the soldiers were going through in the war. To kill, and listen to their cries in their dreams, to see people murdered every day. She did not like it, but wars were what shaped every nation to what they are today, that and the conflicts that what every one went through.
As she passed by the auditorium, her eyes fell on a lone bell that was about the size of an electricity outlet. The past principle had it installed on the threshold of the auditorium when it was built.
As she gazed at the bronze bell, her mind began to wander to the 'so called' legend of the old bell. They say that when the bell rang on its own accord the person it rang for would be in for a world of adventure and danger. But to her the legend was absurd in her opinion. The bell has not rung in ages; fifty centuries to be in fact.
She was staring at the bell lost in her thoughts when suddenly the bell started to toss itself. It tossed gently at first as if the winds were gently pushing it. Then sturdily more heavily, soon its gentle chime filled the air.
Her eyes widened as the bell chimed. It has not rung in ages and now suddenly it was ringing for her! She turned looking about for any culprit that could be playing a joke on her but no one was there. She returned her gaze back up at the bell, slowly backing up a bit nerved that the bell was ringing on its own, then a voice whispering floated lazily by her ear.
Frightened she turned wildly to see who it was when her world went suddenly black. She had a vague sensation that she was falling, with pain that suddenly flared up covering every inch of her body. Then she knew no more.
There was an old man who was sitting on a lab chair looking over some blue prints on a Gundam unlike any other. "Now, my only problem is where to find my self a suitable pilot." The old scientist grumbled as he proceeded to look over the files of several people. He was about forty or so on years, which had a creamy textured hair to his shoulders which, was tied in a low ponytail at the base of his head. He had a fair build and kept himself in shape.
Getting up he decided to turn in for the night when suddenly s huge crash erupted in his back yard. Grabbing his gun for protection he went to investigate what made the sound. He looked outside and saw a crater with a girl about five in the midst of the crater.
As he was rushing to the aid of the young child he quickly scanned the area for any threats that seemed out of the ordinary. Seeing none, he picked up the girl gently and took her in side.
So what do you guys think? Do I need to work on it more? Tell me, and I'll see what I can do.
LOA