Burning flakes of ash falling onto the old stone statue that sat in the middle of the town. The sky was red, as if it were angry with all that has been going on. You could hear screams from all directions. Prayers, begging for mercy and other cries could be heard for miles. Yet all were just going to turn out meaningless. For everyone knows that their lives will not last forever. But does that not mean that people will just try harder to avoid that inevitable fate? But still, if to save the lives of of thousands, than isn't it alright to end with just the death of one? Apparently, even if we just say "It's alright to take the life of someone, if it saves the life of thousands," In the end, they all still die. Every life ends in tragedy, heartbreak, sadness, pain, suffering, and anger. Even if we save them for a time, they will never be able to live forever. And yet, when we take life, many will say it's fine, or for the greater good. But for whose good is it better to take life? Isn't it for no one? Or is it just for ourselves? A thousand years pass, and only I know what truly happened that day, over one thousand years ago....
- Title: A Thousand Years Legend
- Artist: rythmqueen6
- Description: A book I just started working on. I don't think I'll do any more on this though. Should I make this longer? Or leave it as short as it is (which is just the prologue of the story)?
- Date: 06/25/2011
- Tags: thousand prologue truth years legend