Years have passed since the days when mankind came to his survival days. In the end, Alfred F. Jones became not a hero, but a name lost in history as many others are. As all who are human, he lived his story and even though his heart meant well, another character got involved and stopped him from creating a world with no hope and no life. The road to hell had always been paved with good intentions. No one truly knows what happened to Alfred and the others except for history because history... history can be as kind and cruel as life.
The war between humans and death ended with death taking all. We all die in the end, but it is how we die that determines how well we lived. Our hero's footsteps finally came to a stop in a loveless romantic way when he died trying to be a hero and not living long enough to become a villain. You may laugh dear reader for the cause, for the passion, for the blood worth more than gold that had been wasted, but in a world where only the rich may live, how much of a world is that? Where does the word equality and brothers exist?
Perhaps God was watching when he saw Alfred's death or maybe it was something else of a greater power because now, another story begins that we all know how it goes but we don't know how it ends. It is a new uncertainty. It is life and a promise to be kept by a gentleman.
The fields were green and the grass was tall. A young, small boy was walking around the empty land. He did not know where he was going, but he knew that where ever his foot stepped, he was home. All this land, this sky, the ocean shore had all seemed to flow through his veins. He walked through a village of English settlers that came to his home and smiled at them while he picked up a rabbit he called his friend.
He wasn't sure how he got there. He thought that maybe he just appeared there and every day he found out something new about himself. He knew when the people were suffering because he felt it inside of him, he knew when they were happy as well because he felt it inside him too. With each month, there would be more and more settlers he was happy to see and welcome to his home but today was a special day, he thought to himself.
"America! There you are," a familiar British accent called and the young boy turned and smiled brightly in response to his name.
"England!"
Kv: shortest epilogue in history...
I HOPE YOU GUYS LIKED IT AND THE STORY.~ If you didn't understand the ending, I kinda appealed France's words from when he met Jeanne D'arc in Paris when he said God does amazing things for people who were lost to history and made it so that it seemed like history was kind enough to bring back all of them and put them as personifications and well... we all know what happened after! Revolution, WWII, etc. History, blah blah blah...
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