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• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • The roads are desolate and quiet, unlike the normal hum of the traffic in the city.
First installment of Magic's Rising: I opened my eyes. I sent out a feint trickle of power to see who was trying to break into my room. My magic hit the person in the head and knocked him out.
#MyWorld Tarmac slowly tortured, Plumes of smoke and ash, Graffiti's even fading, Rain stings: lash by lash.
I dodge and weave between them, never pausing to look back. There's so many. The entire street is covered with them. Uncle Raymond's house isn't too far, but it's going to be hell getting there.
A strange man dressed in a long brown coat wondered the streets of London nothing was around him no birds, no cars andno humans.
I sit by the fire on this road. Charred remains of humanity. Evidence of things gone wrong. I Think. There is nothing left. Only the dying -thoughts Of many innocents. The crying of many babes.
The world had changed; gone were the governments, the law enforcers and the righteous. Only the strong survived. Civilisations were a thing of the past, memories of a more stabilised time.
14 I waken this morning, toes and fingers numb, emptiness in my stomach and congestion in my chest. My neck is tight and back sore.