AN: This is one of the three new stories my plot bunnies have spawned so far, and the only one that isn't being awkward and refusing to flow. This will be a serious piece, with some quite descriptive violence later on, so I'm putting it under an M rating. I know I said another chapter of Chasing Shadows was almost ready, and I'm sorry for the wait. It will go up soon.
Oh yes, thank you my wonderful reviewers! I cherish every one I get. ^_^
The Choices we Make
Choice is a strange thing, some people say it is only an illusion, that the future is unchangeable no matter what you do, others say that only the big choices matter, and the little everyday ones are inconsequential in comparison.
They are both wrong, for ultimately, every choice you make each day could be a life changing one.
Each choice, good or bad, affects your life. Once made, it cannot be unmade, for no one can make time run backwards.
Those decisions alter your path in life, removing some choices, and adding others.
Usually those choices just affect you or your immediate family, sometimes your friends if it is important enough.
There are some decisions however, made years before, that effect people long after they were made. These can be the most dangerous and life altering of all, as two boys will find out.
When David went to bed that night, still fuming from an earlier argument with Rush, he didn't know he would be dead by morning.
Nor did he know that Rush would end up fighting for his life in the same room, just feet away from the Marquise blood soaked body.
But, that's life for you, you never can tell what will come the next day, or what choices, no matter how small, could change your life forever.
Of course, that isn't where the story truly starts. The story really starts a thousand years ago, when one very important man used technology stolen from an ancient fallen empire to construct a prison.
Many of the most dangerous creatures to roam the planet had been almost annihilated by the newly bound Remnants power. Those individuals that were left were rounded up and sealed into the prison, ancient and powerful Remnants and wards ensuring they were locked away from the world.
Why he didn't just destroy them is unknown, perhaps he couldn't, or perhaps he thought the world might benefit from them in the future, finding some way to study them, who knows?
Either way, he chose to lock them away, their prison becoming their tomb, for one thousand years.
When a certain group of people obtained the key to the ancient ruins, defeated the guardians and removed the tablet known as the Twilight of the Gods, the prison was considerably weakened.
All it would take for the safeguards to fall and the creatures to rouse is one tiny push…