Prologue
When I was young I heard that once, long ago, it was bright, the sun shined, children went outside to play. Now it's dark and foggy. No one goes outside. It seems it will never go back to the way it was. But people say it will. And maybe, thousands of years later it will. But right now, it's terrible, and I have the feeling it will get worse. Though I don't know quite how that is possible it's awful enough right now with all the smoke and fog. Not to mention the wars. Everyone is at peace now but soon I know they'll start again.
Chapter one
Smoke filled the air. My mother was calling for me. I had been thrown back sejak the explosion.
"Stay there." someone told me, "We can't afford to loose another child."
I tried to get up and see what was going on but someone pushed me back down.
My eyes hurt from the smoke and it made me cough too. My mother came over to me.
"Where's Catus?" I asked, frantically
"She was too close to the explosion." berkata my mother, "She didn't make it."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. She's dead? How could she be dead? It didn't seem real. It seemed like a terrible nightmare and I would wake up soon and Catus would be there. But I knew I wouldn't wake up.
Someone told me to pack and I obeyed them, even though I didn't have much to pack. Tears ran down my face, partly from the smoke, partly from my sisters death.
Soon we were going away from camp. I found my mother and kept sejak her side. I was afraid but I wasn't about to admit it. If I was going to cry this was the place to do it because of all the smoke.
"Where are we going?" I asked my mother.
"I don't know." she admitted.
"well I hope we get there soon." I said.
"we probably won't." berkata my mother.
"when will we get there?" I asked.
"a bulan atau two." she answered.
I didn't say anything else. I just kept on walking and hoping we would get there soon.
When I was young I heard that once, long ago, it was bright, the sun shined, children went outside to play. Now it's dark and foggy. No one goes outside. It seems it will never go back to the way it was. But people say it will. And maybe, thousands of years later it will. But right now, it's terrible, and I have the feeling it will get worse. Though I don't know quite how that is possible it's awful enough right now with all the smoke and fog. Not to mention the wars. Everyone is at peace now but soon I know they'll start again.
Chapter one
Smoke filled the air. My mother was calling for me. I had been thrown back sejak the explosion.
"Stay there." someone told me, "We can't afford to loose another child."
I tried to get up and see what was going on but someone pushed me back down.
My eyes hurt from the smoke and it made me cough too. My mother came over to me.
"Where's Catus?" I asked, frantically
"She was too close to the explosion." berkata my mother, "She didn't make it."
I felt tears welling up in my eyes. She's dead? How could she be dead? It didn't seem real. It seemed like a terrible nightmare and I would wake up soon and Catus would be there. But I knew I wouldn't wake up.
Someone told me to pack and I obeyed them, even though I didn't have much to pack. Tears ran down my face, partly from the smoke, partly from my sisters death.
Soon we were going away from camp. I found my mother and kept sejak her side. I was afraid but I wasn't about to admit it. If I was going to cry this was the place to do it because of all the smoke.
"Where are we going?" I asked my mother.
"I don't know." she admitted.
"well I hope we get there soon." I said.
"we probably won't." berkata my mother.
"when will we get there?" I asked.
"a bulan atau two." she answered.
I didn't say anything else. I just kept on walking and hoping we would get there soon.
As I looked back on a seemingly unending journey I commenced years ago, I found myself in an ocean of memories. The days that I hurt the most, became my sumber of strength for the cruel and real world. The days I laughed now seem like a distant dream and I no longer remember the faces of those who made me smile. The dreams that I chase has come this far and now I already see it as a part of my life. My dreams are daunting but are the only thing that keeps me going.
A lot of anda may be wondering sejak now as to what this person here is even talking about... well it's just my escape from the reality that I am Penulisan here. I am certainly not sad atau depressed just someone who loves to Cinta but don't know how to express letting others misunderstand. while the best thing about this site remains the secret of my identity.
A lot of anda may be wondering sejak now as to what this person here is even talking about... well it's just my escape from the reality that I am Penulisan here. I am certainly not sad atau depressed just someone who loves to Cinta but don't know how to express letting others misunderstand. while the best thing about this site remains the secret of my identity.