Post by Ginger on Dec 11, 2010 2:03:19 GMT -6
*the world? no longer what it used to be
Unknown to all of the new people that populate small villages on the world, it ended long ago. It happened hundreds of years ago, when a horrid disease had spread through every continent. It was once fought off with ease with the fresh oxygen made by trees, but now that the very last tree had been cut down and turned into paper, and the space used for a person’s living. Most everybody died, except for small, already excluded villages that were only separated by a flat, dead expanse of land.
Scientists quickly came up with barriers to surround every city that no disease could pass through, but it also kept the sickness inside. Everyone in nearly every city died of this sickness, but the only ones that survived were these excluded cities. The barriers failed within the first hundred of years, but by then, the earth had retaken what had once been its own, and the disease had dissipated.
Each of the villages, which were totaled up to four villages that didn’t know about each other, dealt with being alone in different ways. First they panicked about food and health care, which was quickly taken care of as the citizens started to grow their own crops in their secured area, and grew trees if possible.
As the tress grew bigger, and then taller around every village, they felt that it would be impossible for there to be a chance that there would be any other of their kind, and so stopped hoping, and went into their own thing. A certain village became a kind of insane asylum. Something odd started to happen to the patients, and it was that most started to develop odd affinities to different elements: air, earth, fire, soul, and water. They took careful measures, and wiped the memories of everyone.
The wide spread fear was that inbreeding would be the end of their existence, so early on they took the perfected cloning procedure by taking the exact DNA of an original resident, and ejecting it into a grown woman’s womb. In nine months, the baby is born, and that DNA is reborn. This has been happening for generations, and no one has had a clue about it.
As the the residents have mutated, and so have the beasts of the thick forest that surrounds the village. What is peaceful while the sun is high in the sky, is a near instance death sentence at night. No one enters, because it is known that no one would be able to exit by the time for the day to end. Or is that just something believed?
This question is brought up because a girl named Hannah Synan has appeared among the ranks, and no one knows where she has come from, or why she has no memories either. She threatens everything that this village has ever believed, and is at the risk of death. But what if, buried deep in her psyche, she knows the way to another place? Can the wardens risk killing her, if there’s any possibility that they aren’t alone?
