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                                    It was meant to be a utopia.

That was how He designed it, anyway.  To usher us out of the World of Ash and into a land of green and sunshine so that no one had to suffer the way He and his friends did— choking on the soot that fell from the clouds and drowning in the blood of the innocent. Harmony was what He created, so that’s what they named Him.  A nice name for a god, but He wasn’t going to be the only one.  Not when He allowed them to cling to their martyred heroes and murdered kings. They came; ushered into His new world, where those ancient myths became the foundation for the religious war that plagues the underground.                        I know what you’re thinking, and I promise you, you’re right.  

           Utopias don’t exist.  

Walk down the wrong street or into the wrong room, and you’ll quickly discover that this place– this city– is far from it.  Tensions have been escalating since long before I was around, but I can tell you it’s about to hit its breaking point.  I’ve seen it first hand.  The cops don’t see it, or if they do they don’t care or they’re paid to ignore it.  The gangs (and that’s what they are, but they’ll give themselves far more distinguished titles) know how to keep their little war quiet, and no one seems anxious to change it.  No one wants to get in the middle, which I guess is understandable, seeing how much blood has stained the streets.  At least no one smart.  Not like me.

Me? I like the chaos.  The metal that burns in the pit of my stomach pumps power through my veins, letting me fly among the metal giants that scrape the sky and through the mists flood the space between.  Some say those mists are alive; a remnant of the old world, thatHeleft them here to remind us of what we’ve been saved from.  But I don’t really feel like I’ve been saved.  I feel like I’m itching, crawling in my own skin, anxiously waiting for the inevitable eruption to come.                   Maybe I can be the catalyst.  Maybe I can be the change.  

                                                                       What about you?

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