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Time, an essence that changes and maks life in the darkness of age. It turns as do seasons, it builds up and breaks down the tower of achievment and power. It feeds on minds and breaks though walls and tears down cities. It is not off matter. It can not be seen, it can not be touched or hated or loved or even known about. It is everything that you are it is everything you are not. The only way to look through the opaque eyes. The only way to see into what it truly is not of gainable knowledge. It is an abstract concept that cannot be converted into any form. But "it" is growing mopre everyday. They couldn'y have known the rise of society is affected by every step and every single breathe you could have taken or wanted to take. It is merely affected by abbsense of a movement anyone could have taken. It is the left passage, or the right passage or any passage that can fit to a degree in angle. It is choice. And choice was what people had. Choice could have affected lives, it could have affected time, growth, damage and lvoe and hate and every single thing you can imagine that is dreamed of. For choice is more deadly then a few plasma grenades or a few hits to the chest. Choice is what created you, and the very firt you step on today and never think a second thought about. Choice is everything. And choice is where I begin my story.
The rise of Reconciliation v.1
Cold. A word that can be used to describe a lonely Spartan lying on a scrap of sheet metal burning near havoc. For in this time, under this dark sky, a new race arises. A race that has been classified as a flood of canibals. Without knowing im sure, a guilty little machine roams around the new found spartan. Click.........no pulse.......Click.....still none. The spartan is dead. The time is year 2689, a time of suuposed rejoice in the books of covenant bibles. A year when the first race of humans killed a leader named regret. But that was a long time ago, back when there was such things as air and such things as fire. No humans could have lived here. This planet is called hevien, it lies 10,000,000,126,000 trillion years away from the area where earth once excisted. It was destroyed in year 2020, but that is not of importance. What is, is that a Spartan holiday is coming. And only one spartan is left to celebrate it. The only problem is, is that he is locked 50 miles below an island called the truth and reconciliation. He was not told the map had been resurected and was locked down there by an old covenant security system. Alex Wakeman is now the only one who knows about the Spartans, becuase he built them. Or at least led the project to obduct civilians from nieghboring planets. He will die soon for he made an attempt to save Spartan 107 who lies dead on the the planet infested by the flood......
(there is about 20 pages more but i grow tired of writing)