so, I wrote this a little while ago, and I'm not sure if anyone would actually like it, but I was bored... and yeah sweatdrop . Please comment, its more of a short story and meant to be left hanging.
Crystal Legend
There is a legend… that tells of this land, many centuries ago. It says of how we once had an easy life, filled with what one might now call technology, though we called it scipaw. We had engineered machines and houses, and we had solved the problem of obesity, but what we were famed most for was our children.
A fair number of the parents of this land decided to keep their children human, but many did not. So many of us were changed to mutated forms, though not as you would think. We did not show off an extra pair of limbs, or sport an odd number of eyes, but we were mixed with the genetics of other creatures and plants. Some of us were even changed to super-humans, and though retaining human form, they were smarter, faster, stronger, prettier, and summed up, “better” than any other human or human creation.
Eventually our land ceased to prosper, and our citizens became greedy power hungry monsters. Clans formed between those of the same genetical make-up, which then grouped into races of which there were three main divisions: humans, supers, and naturalists (animal/plant). Anyone borne into the race of the humans had but one pride, the purity of their DNA, for other than that, they were no match for the other races, and it was the purity of their DNA that made them untouchable. Those borne into the other races all thought that they were better than the other race for their powers or their minds.
After many, many generations, a girl was born, a girl of an indefinable race and clan. Her family, made from people of every clan, had escaped the thoughts of others from their races and lived in peace with each other. When this girl was born, the wars of this land had reached their peak, and to save the place and creatures that she so loved, she made a hard decision. It was one that would take her life away, as well as the scipaw that everyone so depended on, and so, she, and the remains of her family traveled to the very hub of this land. There she rooted herself, and consumed all the data that powered our precious scipaw, overloading her system. Houses shut down, machines stopped working, and from then on, the girl’s family became the protectors of the sacred place where her bare feet walked upon the crystal, turning it to water. Our world had gone all but black, with only the light of the girl’s spirit, a tall beam shooting endlessly up into the heavens from the sacred pool, to light it.
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Mine is the family of the protectors…
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