(Chapter 1): A Picture of Raven Hair

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<P class=MsoNormal align=center><STRONG>The Darkest Dawning </STRONG></P>

<P class=MsoNormal align=center>Chapter 1:</P>

<P class=MsoNormal align=center><I>A Picture of Raven Hair</I> </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>History repeats itself; this is a universal truth. Some might say that it is those who forget history who are doomed to repeat it, and yet humankind have been remembering it for decades, and the same atrocities continue to happen. It seems that the human race is doomed to repeat history time and time again, whether we remember it or not. But it is not just about repetition; each and every time history is repeated it gets <I>worse. </I>Be it new dictators or technologies, new and devastating methods of expanding those mistakes are always found. Here is a world that takes this to its logical conclusion. A world that has emerged from apocalypse. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>It must be said that no matter how horrendous things may seem, there are always glimpses of hope, and that is the basis of our story. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>This particular glimpse is called Lysandra Vallas. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal><I> </I></P>

<P class=MsoNormal>3rd March 2921</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>1: 32 pm </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Lysandra sat apprehensively in her plastic chair, twiddling her thumbs as the teacher made her way to the girl. At twelve years old, Lysandra was easily the oldest in her class- which accounted for children nine to twelve. Being in a class that consisted entirely of younger children was embarrassing, but it was nowhere near as strenuous as being the youngest. She could remember how the older kids had teased her endlessly when she first moved from the lower class, and with no other children her age, and her shyness, she had never made any real friends. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Having no other children your age was common in Dawning Square, where she lived. It was not a town, or a city, although it was part of one. It was a skyscraper. Dawning Square was the jewel of North Eden, a ruined metropolis, and a city in constant conflict. Lysandra had spent her entire life sheltered in the building, and had never left the security the skyscraper offered. Nobody did. Food and raw materials were continually transferred to Dawning Square from the surrounding area, but only the military ever left.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>The classroom was not particularly large, but it did not need to be, as there were only four children in the class. The room had no windows, all four walls covered with various artwork and learning aids. Colourful and cheerful, the room was comparable to the teacher.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Miss Summers was young, even by the children's standards, with perfect blonde hair and piercing blue eyes. She was always smiling, the primary reason Lysandra was not fond of her. That and the fact that she tended to treat her as she did the younger children. This was one of the rare occasions where she was not smiling. Instead, she appeared unsettled as she approached the girl, a sheet of paper held firmly in her hand. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal><I>"Lysandra, I want to talk you about the picture you drew in art class"</I></P>

<P class=MsoNormal>Lysandra though it was a very good picture. She knew of course, that the quality was not Miss Summer's concern.</P>

<P class=MsoNormal><I>"What's wrong with it?" </I>She asked, feigning innocence. </P>

<P class=MsoNormal><I>"Why does the woman have black hair?"</I></P>

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