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A/N: Well it's been a while, unfortunately. As you can see, I've decided to completely redo this story. I'll be renaming some characters, changing ages, but the plot will stay the same. But I think it's probably going to be more serious than the first draft. I will still have all kinds of dark humor, though. And, before you all start hyperventilating, Mike and Dan will still be in their respective roles. Veretta will also but I'm changing her name and giving her a more serious, educated air then she had before. Well, thank you for all the feedback and I hope you like this version better.
One could go to the very spot where our story begins and lose them self in time. Such was the beauty of the land. Miles of sand dunes stretch out, as far as the eye can see. The sun sets, as it has for thousands of years, casting the parched earth below in an ethereal red glow. The sands blow gently, as the cool evening wind picks up. Though usually a land of silence, the quite calm was sometimes pierced with the cry of a distant bird that sits in a tree in a nearby oasis or by the mirthful laughter of the people in the camp below. And it is the lives of these people seemingly alone in a vast land of sand and wonders whose lives we will follow. For as they now sit together and celebrate after the first day of beginning their task, they cannot fathom the impact that their seemingly normal lives will have on the world. Nor can the world.
Now alone of these people, a few will stand out. Not because they want to, no, for several of them wish for nothing more than to disappear into anonymity, but because they must. It is their duty. And it is this perceived duty that will save them from ruin, each other, and themselves. And maybe, just maybe, it will help them find who they really are, and if they can be that person. For it is one of the most daunting tasks fathomable to be true to oneself.
Now you may ask, what could these people do that is so incredible? How can these people, who will seem to be reluctant to anything more than get out of bed in the morning, possibly make a difference? How will they accomplish what armies cannot? Well, to answer these and many more of the thousands questions that we as humans are propelled to ask, you must know these people. And know them you will. But not now. Now you must ponder, after all you have now heard, do you want to know them?
A/N: I know that doesn't give you much to go on, but hopefully it holds your interest. I personally think it's better than anything I've written thus far. It is short, but it's a prologue so its not meant to give away the whole story. I promise that the next chapter will be out soon and it will be longer. I'm also looking for a beta so if anyone's interested, email me at lilylupin@ikillclowns.com. Nice email address, huh?
A/N: Well it's been a while, unfortunately. As you can see, I've decided to completely redo this story. I'll be renaming some characters, changing ages, but the plot will stay the same. But I think it's probably going to be more serious than the first draft. I will still have all kinds of dark humor, though. And, before you all start hyperventilating, Mike and Dan will still be in their respective roles. Veretta will also but I'm changing her name and giving her a more serious, educated air then she had before. Well, thank you for all the feedback and I hope you like this version better.
One could go to the very spot where our story begins and lose them self in time. Such was the beauty of the land. Miles of sand dunes stretch out, as far as the eye can see. The sun sets, as it has for thousands of years, casting the parched earth below in an ethereal red glow. The sands blow gently, as the cool evening wind picks up. Though usually a land of silence, the quite calm was sometimes pierced with the cry of a distant bird that sits in a tree in a nearby oasis or by the mirthful laughter of the people in the camp below. And it is the lives of these people seemingly alone in a vast land of sand and wonders whose lives we will follow. For as they now sit together and celebrate after the first day of beginning their task, they cannot fathom the impact that their seemingly normal lives will have on the world. Nor can the world.
Now alone of these people, a few will stand out. Not because they want to, no, for several of them wish for nothing more than to disappear into anonymity, but because they must. It is their duty. And it is this perceived duty that will save them from ruin, each other, and themselves. And maybe, just maybe, it will help them find who they really are, and if they can be that person. For it is one of the most daunting tasks fathomable to be true to oneself.
Now you may ask, what could these people do that is so incredible? How can these people, who will seem to be reluctant to anything more than get out of bed in the morning, possibly make a difference? How will they accomplish what armies cannot? Well, to answer these and many more of the thousands questions that we as humans are propelled to ask, you must know these people. And know them you will. But not now. Now you must ponder, after all you have now heard, do you want to know them?
A/N: I know that doesn't give you much to go on, but hopefully it holds your interest. I personally think it's better than anything I've written thus far. It is short, but it's a prologue so its not meant to give away the whole story. I promise that the next chapter will be out soon and it will be longer. I'm also looking for a beta so if anyone's interested, email me at lilylupin@ikillclowns.com. Nice email address, huh?