(I am going through a massive writing spree...
It's making my head hurt.
This chapter is so incredibly short... but vital.
Vitals dropping!
Let's begin.
Dead Sinners © Nintendo
Child © Me)
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Days of the Phoenix
Chapter One- Fourteen Years
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For as long as anyone could remember, this system had been in place.
Your life is worthless.
Discard of it as soon as you can.
And sickness is the way to do it.
This thought was pounded into the minds of the people... it was all they knew for certain while growing up. It was the thought that drove them to work incessantly, almost to the point of abandoning their families, almost until they reached the verge of hysteria.
It was the final thing to course through their minds as they passed to the next world.
So few people openly defied this longstanding system of early death and sudden decay that when they were discovered, all other tasks were abandoned in favor of forcing the Sinners to pay.
All major events were cancelled on the day of a hanging. The people always wanted to see the faces of the condemned souls, the true embodiment of sin, before they had been killed; the people wanted to witness the world being made more pure by their deaths.
The ensuing discussions would last for nearly a week, before the names and the faces slipped out the people's minds...
Except for the case of the three Sinners.
Fourteen years ago, one Sinner had died while undergoing reformation; his twin brother and the brother's resident had been hanged a day or two later. There was nothing particularly significant about their deaths...
But the murdered man's residents had escaped the punishment...
And the bodies of the three dead Sinners had gone missing.
Such a radical variation from the normal procession of events had horrified the people; how could this have happened? How did the other Sinners get away? And... where had the bodies gone?
Somehow, word had leaked out that the murdered man had fathered a child many years before; her resentment had been building up for these fourteen years, and she had chosen to rise against the system, refusing to believe in the dogma that had taken away her only blood family.
The Sinners used her as their symbol; she was living proof that no matter how hard they could try to silence the Damned, they would continue to speak, their voices echoing from beyond the grave.
Over these fourteen years, the Damned had gathered, had organized themselves... and had sown the seeds of discontent into the general public.
They could not be satisfied with their current situation...
The whispers of rebellion were blowing in the wind.
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(End chapter one.
Chapter two should be up in a few days... please review!)