Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: Feared greatly by all the modern nations—the ancients were a group of powerful nations who ruled over the early world of bloodshed and violence. They were supposed to be gone, and yet nothing is ever as it seems when America is considered into the equation. Features the ancients!
Warnings: Cursing, slightly dark themes, historical notes, American awesomeness, my grammar, ancient languages, aliens, ghost, and some paranormal elements—you have been warned.
Prologue:
The Shadows of the Past
Like distorted shadows, they watched, in silence, waiting for the moment when everything would change.
They watched as tall buildings grew from the dirt, built high and higher in vast plains, and in forests. They watched as people fell to disease and war, and they watched as people were saved by the will of science and kindness, but still they waited.
Neither knew the others still exsisted, and instead roamed only their lands, waiting for the grasp of death to finally come for them. Their time was long past, the era of knights, and primitive trades vanishing like the sand into the streams of time.
Yet, still they remained.
None could see, them, their decendants walking through them, and those with magic warding them away. Once with positions capable of touching reality, the people of the shadows were no longer needed—their purpose was complete, final.
Yet, they could not rest.
Beyond the veil of life and death, someone was calling—pleading for help.
Who?
The shadows did not know, but they could not ignore the call….
Rising as one, the people of shadows rose and moved toward the voice…
This is their story, and that of a young nation…
This is America's Secret.
Author's Note: Short prologues seem to be the trend for my fanfics...Its a little depressing. Oh well, more coming soon.
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