This is short because I wrote it just a few minutes ago. After all, I need to post something.
Clouds that blotted out the sun greeted me when I opened the door of the apartment building that remained my home for two years. The sky was orange, a sickly color that was the child of an orange and blood. Lightning flashed madly in the distance. Typical.
I’m still not sure where I was going, but if I were to believe in Fate, I would say she guided me. For the worse, surely. What happened in these next hours were what shaped a new era of the world’s history. Thunder’s incessant rumbling was the epitome of my mood. For those who might have seen me walking the streets of Denver, I must have been something out of a nightmare, with a murderous glare on my face, my eyes dark stormclouds of emotion.
Being in a suburb of the city itself, I hadn’t far to walk before I reached no-man’s land. The scream was shaking up my thoughts and my countenance. Whose was it, and what caused it? It reminded me of the deaths that happened in that time that feels like so long ago, where fire was raining without end while earthquakes rocked us like we were on a boat in a massive ocean. Hearing a voice now, scream or not, gives me that very same remembrance, in all its disturbing detail.
Suddenly, my eyes focused on an object that had no place in this city—no, on this planet. I could see a crystal a few inches across glowing bright red in the dirt.
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