( Yea, I wrote the damn thing! ^o^ Any feedback? It kinda changed from the original idea a little.......)
It was a dark time: murders happened on street corners, robberies occured by the hour, no one dared walk the streets after nightfall.
At the edge of the largest city known, a acadmey took up the task of training the new generation of fighter: called Vladimer's, or Vlad's for short, the school was of some prestige in its old-world and vaugely archaic manners.
Namely, the fact they lost students by the day, as the weak were weaded out in unusual and heinous " tests " that invovled more hand to hand combat than writing or studying.
The time is now, the hour late...
As we begin the story of the uncertain future, the future of our society, or a form of it.
Chapter 1: Train Ride
The train rattled along the tracks, the noise drowning out all chances of thinking, as I stared out the window, the book in my lap ignored.
The views outside were far from cheering: burned out building, smoky, ashen towns, barren fields, and factorys.
Feeling utterly depressed, I decided to give the book another try: a page in, and I tossed good ol' Shakespear across the car, feeling a sense of satifaction when it thunked into the wall, the binding splitting.
I glared, then sighed: this was going to happen whether I liked it or not.
My cousin was one, my brother was one....
I was next in line to join the ranks of future Guardians at Vlad's, marching across the emerald lawns in endless formations drills, up at dawn bed at dusk, strict diet and stricter exercise.
( Yea, I wrote the damn thing! ^o^ Any feedback? It kinda changed from the original idea a little.......)