Hidden Beginnings
Prologue:
"Of the Numbers group there were of five groups. Five groups of characters, the Melissas, Drawn Trees, Broken Down Tree Leaves, Ables Knees and 'A Spiral'", said a frame of a body in a dark and room with nothing to spare but a bed, a sink and a toilet. There was nothing else in the gray room small rectangular room with one white door. There was only one window which the figure sat at and peered out into the deep black yonder that was night but a seemingly clouded night with massive gray clouds and such passing by.
"SIGH! What was done by I to deserve this?!" the man with long red hair said," I used to be a part of the NUMBERS!"
Looking back memories so golden, it seemed of another state of being to be in the hell he was in.
He dreamed of her and her warm brown skin and then he dreamed of his friend Varrney right beside him playing cards. But they were all gone. Disbanded they were.
"I've done a horrible thing!" the figure shook and peered out of the window, "If only I could dream my way back I could get out of here and bring them all back together, we will be leaders again! Forget the NUMBERS!"
The insanity of the event revealed an opportunity, to reach the gold and strike it hard. He, himself banished to a mental institute and his friends forced to live elsewhere and never apart of a Creator's Association ever again. No guild would accept them, they would probably have to work at bookstores, magazine and publishing houses and other entertainment venues but never be apart of a guild where many meet to create the best of the best. NUMBERS is and was the head of the many guilds in the city of Eubren. These many guilds made up the Creator's Association in a certain location like a city. Though once you became a threat or a danger to either the government and its civilians or the structure of the Creator's Association, you could never join in a Creator's Association under the same government ever again. Big problem if your goal in life was to make everyone you knew proud.
The man smiled, he could still do that, he just would have to bring out another profession of his.
"THE SHADOR STONE! Though uncompleted, my life will be back on track once its up and running!" No one seemed to notice at the discovery he had made. No one congratulated him or cheered him on, it was the startling silence. The one that screams you are all alone.
The silence that brings you to rot, the silence that makes you sick to turn a knife against yourself, he had been hearing it for weeks and weeks. "Maybe! That's why I am down here crazy!" the man chuckled to himself. He was wearing a white blue polka dotted clinic dress and his hair was all over the place and his eyes like a fierce animal. Blue eyes as clear as the very ocean. He looked out of the window, "Meira! I am coming for you!"
The suicide silence would not get him at all. "Actually there were six groups of the NUMBERS, forget the rest, Avalon Squad made up all its mass and grandeur in regard!" yelled out the crazed man.
"Of the Numbers group there were of five groups. Five groups of characters, the Melissas, Drawn Trees, Broken Down Tree Leaves, Ables Knees and 'A Spiral'", said a frame of a body in a dark and room with nothing to spare but a bed, a sink and a toilet. There was nothing else in the gray room small rectangular room with one white door. There was only one window which the figure sat at and peered out into the deep black yonder that was night but a seemingly clouded night with massive gray clouds and such passing by.
"SIGH! What was done by I to deserve this?!" the man with long red hair said," I used to be a part of the NUMBERS!"
Looking back memories so golden, it seemed of another state of being to be in the hell he was in.
He dreamed of her and her warm brown skin and then he dreamed of his friend Varrney right beside him playing cards. But they were all gone. Disbanded they were.
"I've done a horrible thing!" the figure shook and peered out of the window, "If only I could dream my way back I could get out of here and bring them all back together, we will be leaders again! Forget the NUMBERS!"
The insanity of the event revealed an opportunity, to reach the gold and strike it hard. He, himself banished to a mental institute and his friends forced to live elsewhere and never apart of a Creator's Association ever again. No guild would accept them, they would probably have to work at bookstores, magazine and publishing houses and other entertainment venues but never be apart of a guild where many meet to create the best of the best. NUMBERS is and was the head of the many guilds in the city of Eubren. These many guilds made up the Creator's Association in a certain location like a city. Though once you became a threat or a danger to either the government and its civilians or the structure of the Creator's Association, you could never join in a Creator's Association under the same government ever again. Big problem if your goal in life was to make everyone you knew proud.
The man smiled, he could still do that, he just would have to bring out another profession of his.
"THE SHADOR STONE! Though uncompleted, my life will be back on track once its up and running!" No one seemed to notice at the discovery he had made. No one congratulated him or cheered him on, it was the startling silence. The one that screams you are all alone.
The silence that brings you to rot, the silence that makes you sick to turn a knife against yourself, he had been hearing it for weeks and weeks. "Maybe! That's why I am down here crazy!" the man chuckled to himself. He was wearing a white blue polka dotted clinic dress and his hair was all over the place and his eyes like a fierce animal. Blue eyes as clear as the very ocean. He looked out of the window, "Meira! I am coming for you!"
The suicide silence would not get him at all. "Actually there were six groups of the NUMBERS, forget the rest, Avalon Squad made up all its mass and grandeur in regard!" yelled out the crazed man.
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