Another one gone. They would come, pick a person, and leave. And that's how life is, you get chosen, or you're safe. No one knows who they are or what they want, but they won't stop. This has been going on since the end of the "Pearl Ages" as everybody's calling it- the time when life was great and nobody suffered, it was a time to be alive and live for once. But then they came and life has just been fantastic, running for cover and screaming whenever they came, afraid they would take you or your loved ones....life couldn't be better. And due to their flawless skin, piercing green eyes, and inhuman features, we called them the Immortals. And after a while a pattern seemed to form. First a girl would be taken, then a boy, then a girl, and then a boy and so on. And that cycle would repeat day after day, week after week, month after month, you get the memo. And once you're gone, you never came back.
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Holding On
AdventureFear constraints me, I am alone, so alone. No contact for thirty-two days and counting.... I don't know if I can make it. But I must, for the sake of everybody I must. The name's Quince Holden, and this is my story.
