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The blur of the helicopters blades cut through the drab overtones of the mountainous area and the darkened saturated storm clouds part, in a heavenly manner, casting light into an abyss. In the midst of a harsh and unrelenting thunderstorm the helicopter presses onwards.
What lies here? What is so important?
A figure walks down a darkened corridor, vines eclipse the walls. Water seeps though the broken glass of the automatic doors at the front of the building. Blood stained imprints encrust the walls. Smears of dirt and streaks of leaking water mar the paint.
Who is the figure? Where is this place?
A pile of rubble on a small island in the northern regions. A previous battle for life- a battle to save the planet. Memories past. Death of a friend. Dastardly deeds unknown to the public. This was a turning point for everything that they knew before.
What happened here? What caused this obliteration?
More rubble. A man clad in black. His long cloak swaying in the stormy weather. His long grey hair saturated by the rain water. In the midst of a forest this rubble was once something very special indeed.
What is this man doing here?
A group divided. Separated by time but still with each other in spirit. Some lost forever. Some still with us on this plain of existence. Their lives melded together in a flurry of friendship and insanity.
Who is this group? What does the future hold for them?
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