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Note -- The forum I originally posted this on completely ignores the "stories" section of their "artwork and stories" forum, so don't be surprised if I overreact to criticism or praise because I'm not used to either. Also, there are about 13 chapters to copy/paste, so please wait a short while before replying so they can be continuous.
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p r o l o g u e
Have you ever lived through a traumatic incident? One that scarred you, left a drastic impact on your life for a long time.
Yes?
Has that same event repeatedly occurred for years and years?
No.
Such was the fate of the apocalypses of Soresa. Nobody knew why they occured. Suns charred the world, diseases spread rampantly. Few people were left after each cataclysm, staying in the barren and dead lands allowing reproduction and rejuvination of the planet through a mythical winged star. The star was an average shooting star, simply with wings. Nobody knew why it had its powers, they were simply thankful for them.
Every time the star was touched, the holder's wishes were granted true. Thus, the people of Soresa dubbed it the Wishing Star.
The Wishing Star descends from its home in the sky once every two thousand years. Every time it appears, the apocalypse is slated for ten years from its arrival.
Today marks the beginning of the last week before the next apocalypse in Soresa. However, that is not the focus at this time.
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2016 AD, Earth
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Amberlyn arose from her unmade bed, rolling out of it and standing firm. She walked over to the mirror, examining her currently astray shoulder-length light blonde hair. It had highlights of brunette in it, which she hadn't particularly wanted at first, but they eventually grew on her. Her emerald blue eyes were blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the light seeping through the window adjacent. She had mild baggage under them, due to staying up night after night, until upwards of five in the morning, due to severe insomnia. She was clothed in a silky blue laced nightgown which didn't quite hug to her very slender figure, but did the job well. It was a hand-me-down from her mother, who had passed away a few years earlier, leaving her with nobody, as her father had walked out on them. At the age of 17, Amberlyn considered herself very ample to watch after herself, though, being an only child, she occasionally became lonely in her somewhat large placement. Her friends Senna and Auburne had helped her with the home's bills and mortgages, though since she had recently graduated high school, they fell out of contact. Today was the start of another dreary day of job-hunting. The thought caused her to cringe. Amberlyn had never quite been the best at working, becoming disinterested even while participating in her favorite pass-times, and opting to laze around, half asleep, not helped by her insomnia. Those qualities weren't exactly worthwhile abilities from an employee, as she had learned after being fired twice from separate jobs. Despite all of her problems, she maintained a rather consistently happy attitude, barring the occasional episode of depression.
"Ugh." Amberlyn sighed. She bent down, walking over to her nearby dresser and sifting through its mahogany drawers. The dresser had definitely began to show its own age, the wood forming it beginning to pale and chip away. Amberlyn dragged out a few clothes; women's underclothing, as well as a simple magenta tee, and dark blue jeans. She slid the drawer shut afterwards, bumping into her desk as she laid them across her bed. Her room was rather small and coddled compared the the spacious house that she lived in, as it was originally a closet. She didn't particularly five it much thought, as she enjoyed small and cozy spaces. She finished, turning around and swinging open her door, leaving it ajar and walking out into the hallway.
Amberlyn's home wasn't exactly a simple, modest estate. It housed three floors, each with plenty of rooms and elegant designs. She had occasionally even stumbled upon rooms that had no purpose, at least, upon first glance. She enjoyed the house, though paying for its expenses was a rather large thorn in her side. She made her way through the red-carpeted hallways, the diamond-patterned walls at her side. Amberlyn reached the third floor bathroom, turning its handle and sliding the door open. She walked in, closing and locking the door behind her. Despite being completely alone, she had a rather large paranoia, and thus locked most doors after she entered them.
The bathroom was a pale blue, the floors being a few shades darker, tiled with white grout. A glass-doored shower lied at one end, with a circle tub adjacent, as well as a silver-seated toilet, a large navy rug encompassing the distance between the three items. Amberlyn stopped on the rug, untying the lace of her gown. It dropped to the foor, wrinkling into a pile. She undressed, dropping her intimacies on top of the gown. She walked over to the shower, sliding the glass door open and stepping in. The water-control knobs were encrusted with jewels, showing the architect's care and precise designs even there. She turned the elegant knobs to her liking, a jet of warm water emerging from the shimmering shower head. It wasn't a typical shower head which was mounted on a wall; it was a spray head installed on the ceiling to allow the water to cover the entire area of the shower. As a result, with the normal water, a pleasant mist also rained down, tickling the bather's body and allowing a more enjoyable experience.
"More job hunting." she said to herself, bending down and picking up the bottle of shampoo to her right. She opened the lid, pouring a dime-sized portion into her hand. She lathered it into her wet hair thoroughly before letting the gentle waters rinse it out. "Isn't that pleasant?" she continued, shaking her hair out of her eyes. She picked up the white and pristine soap, cleansing herself with it. "More opportunities to get shot down. Hooray." she whispered to herself sarcastically. She walked to the back of the shower, opening the door and reaching a hand out, grabbing a washcloth from the cloth rack next to the shower. She dragged the wet rag across her form, cleaning any missing details. "Just have to stay calm, cool, and confident." she sighed, before reaching towards the knobs. She turned them to the right, the waters easing to a stop. She slid open the door of the shower, steam emerging from its interior. She retrieved a towel from the towel rack that faced parallel to the cloth rack, wrapping it around herself and sliding it across herself, drying off. She rustled the towel through her sopping blonde hair, absorbing excess water to avoid dripping across the floor. After closing the shower door, she picked up her discarded clothing, leaving the bathroom. She trekked through the empty hallways to the laundry room, dropping her used clothing into the hamper and leaving, heading towards her room.
Amberlyn entered her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She walked to her desk, searching through the drawers of items. She eventually came across her blow drier, as well as her comb. Walking over to a nearby outlet and plugging it in, Amberlyn turned on the black drier, angling it towards her hair and gliding her comb through her untamed hair. After she had dried and straightened it into her normal fashion, parted to the left and straight on the back and bangs, she turned off the drier, stepping over to her bed. She dropped her towel to the floor, putting on her intimacies. She picked up the magenta tee, sliding her torso into it. She picked up the jeans, stepping into them before zipping and buttoning them.
"Let's go about this the right way." she said, picking up her purse that laid on top of the drawer. She left the room, walking through the open hallways into the foyer, down the stairs and to the exit. She slid on her white heels that stood by the door, which she opened, stepping out into the shimmering sunlight.
Amberlyn walked over to her dark grey car, which was purchased with the help of Senna and Auburne. She reached into her purse, eventually fishing out the key and sliding it into the lock on the door, opening it and entering, sitting down on the leather seat in front of the wheel. She inserted the key into its slot, starting the car.
"Senna has a job, so does Auburne. There's no reason I shouldn't be able to have one," she explained to herself. She pushed her foot against the gas pedal, driving down the linear road.
"Yeah, just keep telling myself that..."
_~*~_~*~_
Auburne laid lethargically in his unmade bed, unwilling to rise. The past week had held a lot of surprises for him; he had finally moved out of his parents' house the previous day, overly tired from his long day of moving furniture and appliances in. To match that, he had received a promotion in his part-time occupation as a simple cashier; he had suddenly been promoted to the local manager.
"Ugh." Auburne sighed. He tossed his covers off, rising out of bed.
"Oh, right!" he exclaimed, looking over at the clock adjacent to his bed. He had a somewhat normal-sized room, though his house matched it; it was rather average in proportions. "Today was when Senna and I were supposed to meet up with Amberlyn... She hasn't seen us in such a long time, really. I feel wrong about spying on her, but I guess it's worth it to be able to surprise her by going to where she's applying..." he said to himself, subconsciously analyzing his plan. He picked up the brush that was lying on top of as-of-yet unopened packing boxes, running it through his long, dark brown hair, straightening it. It rested over his eyes, parted slightly to the side. He walked over to the boxes, ripping them open and rummaging through them for clothing. He eventually came across his overly large grey hoodie, as well as a dark blue shirt and black jeans. Also found was a pair of plain white socks. Taking his nightclothes off, he slid the shirt on, putting the hoodie on over it, and nearly walking into his jeans as he ran out of his room, grabbing his socks and putting them on as he sped through, reaching the door after a brief run through his averagely sized house. He stepped into his shoes.
"Damn. Where the hell are my keys? It's almost time for Senna and Amberlyn to meet up, I'm gonna be late..." he sighed frustratedly, running into the den. He picked the keys up off the table, rushing out of the door and into the sun.
Auburne's hazel eyes glinted in the bright light as he jammed the keys into the car's door, hopping in and starting its ignition, driving off to his destination in a frenzy.
"I took off of work for this?"
_~*~_~*~_
Senna drove down the road calmly, her dark black hair lying across her back. Her elegant bangs covered most of the side of her head, coming to the front and parting to the right, its length cutting off slightly above her shining green eyes, which stayed intent on the road, making sure not to get into an accident.
"Can't wait to see her again." Senna said, steering the car. She was never quite the happiest of her friends, being the most easily depressed, and by far the most emotional. She was definitely not a stoic. "Might brighten up my day a bit."
Her black tee absorbed the sunlight, conforming to her ample figure. As for bottoms, she wore skinny jeans, of a faded tint. Her shoes were typical tennis-shoes, nothing special, but they got the job done.
"Psh, like something could cheer me up."
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p r o l o g u e
Have you ever lived through a traumatic incident? One that scarred you, left a drastic impact on your life for a long time.
Yes?
Has that same event repeatedly occurred for years and years?
No.
Such was the fate of the apocalypses of Soresa. Nobody knew why they occured. Suns charred the world, diseases spread rampantly. Few people were left after each cataclysm, staying in the barren and dead lands allowing reproduction and rejuvination of the planet through a mythical winged star. The star was an average shooting star, simply with wings. Nobody knew why it had its powers, they were simply thankful for them.
Every time the star was touched, the holder's wishes were granted true. Thus, the people of Soresa dubbed it the Wishing Star.
The Wishing Star descends from its home in the sky once every two thousand years. Every time it appears, the apocalypse is slated for ten years from its arrival.
Today marks the beginning of the last week before the next apocalypse in Soresa. However, that is not the focus at this time.
_~*~_~*~_
2016 AD, Earth
_~*~_~*~_
Amberlyn arose from her unmade bed, rolling out of it and standing firm. She walked over to the mirror, examining her currently astray shoulder-length light blonde hair. It had highlights of brunette in it, which she hadn't particularly wanted at first, but they eventually grew on her. Her emerald blue eyes were blinking rapidly, trying to adjust to the light seeping through the window adjacent. She had mild baggage under them, due to staying up night after night, until upwards of five in the morning, due to severe insomnia. She was clothed in a silky blue laced nightgown which didn't quite hug to her very slender figure, but did the job well. It was a hand-me-down from her mother, who had passed away a few years earlier, leaving her with nobody, as her father had walked out on them. At the age of 17, Amberlyn considered herself very ample to watch after herself, though, being an only child, she occasionally became lonely in her somewhat large placement. Her friends Senna and Auburne had helped her with the home's bills and mortgages, though since she had recently graduated high school, they fell out of contact. Today was the start of another dreary day of job-hunting. The thought caused her to cringe. Amberlyn had never quite been the best at working, becoming disinterested even while participating in her favorite pass-times, and opting to laze around, half asleep, not helped by her insomnia. Those qualities weren't exactly worthwhile abilities from an employee, as she had learned after being fired twice from separate jobs. Despite all of her problems, she maintained a rather consistently happy attitude, barring the occasional episode of depression.
"Ugh." Amberlyn sighed. She bent down, walking over to her nearby dresser and sifting through its mahogany drawers. The dresser had definitely began to show its own age, the wood forming it beginning to pale and chip away. Amberlyn dragged out a few clothes; women's underclothing, as well as a simple magenta tee, and dark blue jeans. She slid the drawer shut afterwards, bumping into her desk as she laid them across her bed. Her room was rather small and coddled compared the the spacious house that she lived in, as it was originally a closet. She didn't particularly five it much thought, as she enjoyed small and cozy spaces. She finished, turning around and swinging open her door, leaving it ajar and walking out into the hallway.
Amberlyn's home wasn't exactly a simple, modest estate. It housed three floors, each with plenty of rooms and elegant designs. She had occasionally even stumbled upon rooms that had no purpose, at least, upon first glance. She enjoyed the house, though paying for its expenses was a rather large thorn in her side. She made her way through the red-carpeted hallways, the diamond-patterned walls at her side. Amberlyn reached the third floor bathroom, turning its handle and sliding the door open. She walked in, closing and locking the door behind her. Despite being completely alone, she had a rather large paranoia, and thus locked most doors after she entered them.
The bathroom was a pale blue, the floors being a few shades darker, tiled with white grout. A glass-doored shower lied at one end, with a circle tub adjacent, as well as a silver-seated toilet, a large navy rug encompassing the distance between the three items. Amberlyn stopped on the rug, untying the lace of her gown. It dropped to the foor, wrinkling into a pile. She undressed, dropping her intimacies on top of the gown. She walked over to the shower, sliding the glass door open and stepping in. The water-control knobs were encrusted with jewels, showing the architect's care and precise designs even there. She turned the elegant knobs to her liking, a jet of warm water emerging from the shimmering shower head. It wasn't a typical shower head which was mounted on a wall; it was a spray head installed on the ceiling to allow the water to cover the entire area of the shower. As a result, with the normal water, a pleasant mist also rained down, tickling the bather's body and allowing a more enjoyable experience.
"More job hunting." she said to herself, bending down and picking up the bottle of shampoo to her right. She opened the lid, pouring a dime-sized portion into her hand. She lathered it into her wet hair thoroughly before letting the gentle waters rinse it out. "Isn't that pleasant?" she continued, shaking her hair out of her eyes. She picked up the white and pristine soap, cleansing herself with it. "More opportunities to get shot down. Hooray." she whispered to herself sarcastically. She walked to the back of the shower, opening the door and reaching a hand out, grabbing a washcloth from the cloth rack next to the shower. She dragged the wet rag across her form, cleaning any missing details. "Just have to stay calm, cool, and confident." she sighed, before reaching towards the knobs. She turned them to the right, the waters easing to a stop. She slid open the door of the shower, steam emerging from its interior. She retrieved a towel from the towel rack that faced parallel to the cloth rack, wrapping it around herself and sliding it across herself, drying off. She rustled the towel through her sopping blonde hair, absorbing excess water to avoid dripping across the floor. After closing the shower door, she picked up her discarded clothing, leaving the bathroom. She trekked through the empty hallways to the laundry room, dropping her used clothing into the hamper and leaving, heading towards her room.
Amberlyn entered her bedroom, closing and locking the door behind her. She walked to her desk, searching through the drawers of items. She eventually came across her blow drier, as well as her comb. Walking over to a nearby outlet and plugging it in, Amberlyn turned on the black drier, angling it towards her hair and gliding her comb through her untamed hair. After she had dried and straightened it into her normal fashion, parted to the left and straight on the back and bangs, she turned off the drier, stepping over to her bed. She dropped her towel to the floor, putting on her intimacies. She picked up the magenta tee, sliding her torso into it. She picked up the jeans, stepping into them before zipping and buttoning them.
"Let's go about this the right way." she said, picking up her purse that laid on top of the drawer. She left the room, walking through the open hallways into the foyer, down the stairs and to the exit. She slid on her white heels that stood by the door, which she opened, stepping out into the shimmering sunlight.
Amberlyn walked over to her dark grey car, which was purchased with the help of Senna and Auburne. She reached into her purse, eventually fishing out the key and sliding it into the lock on the door, opening it and entering, sitting down on the leather seat in front of the wheel. She inserted the key into its slot, starting the car.
"Senna has a job, so does Auburne. There's no reason I shouldn't be able to have one," she explained to herself. She pushed her foot against the gas pedal, driving down the linear road.
"Yeah, just keep telling myself that..."
_~*~_~*~_
Auburne laid lethargically in his unmade bed, unwilling to rise. The past week had held a lot of surprises for him; he had finally moved out of his parents' house the previous day, overly tired from his long day of moving furniture and appliances in. To match that, he had received a promotion in his part-time occupation as a simple cashier; he had suddenly been promoted to the local manager.
"Ugh." Auburne sighed. He tossed his covers off, rising out of bed.
"Oh, right!" he exclaimed, looking over at the clock adjacent to his bed. He had a somewhat normal-sized room, though his house matched it; it was rather average in proportions. "Today was when Senna and I were supposed to meet up with Amberlyn... She hasn't seen us in such a long time, really. I feel wrong about spying on her, but I guess it's worth it to be able to surprise her by going to where she's applying..." he said to himself, subconsciously analyzing his plan. He picked up the brush that was lying on top of as-of-yet unopened packing boxes, running it through his long, dark brown hair, straightening it. It rested over his eyes, parted slightly to the side. He walked over to the boxes, ripping them open and rummaging through them for clothing. He eventually came across his overly large grey hoodie, as well as a dark blue shirt and black jeans. Also found was a pair of plain white socks. Taking his nightclothes off, he slid the shirt on, putting the hoodie on over it, and nearly walking into his jeans as he ran out of his room, grabbing his socks and putting them on as he sped through, reaching the door after a brief run through his averagely sized house. He stepped into his shoes.
"Damn. Where the hell are my keys? It's almost time for Senna and Amberlyn to meet up, I'm gonna be late..." he sighed frustratedly, running into the den. He picked the keys up off the table, rushing out of the door and into the sun.
Auburne's hazel eyes glinted in the bright light as he jammed the keys into the car's door, hopping in and starting its ignition, driving off to his destination in a frenzy.
"I took off of work for this?"
_~*~_~*~_
Senna drove down the road calmly, her dark black hair lying across her back. Her elegant bangs covered most of the side of her head, coming to the front and parting to the right, its length cutting off slightly above her shining green eyes, which stayed intent on the road, making sure not to get into an accident.
"Can't wait to see her again." Senna said, steering the car. She was never quite the happiest of her friends, being the most easily depressed, and by far the most emotional. She was definitely not a stoic. "Might brighten up my day a bit."
Her black tee absorbed the sunlight, conforming to her ample figure. As for bottoms, she wore skinny jeans, of a faded tint. Her shoes were typical tennis-shoes, nothing special, but they got the job done.
"Psh, like something could cheer me up."
