blackstone

chapter one

the world had split a long time ago. so long in fact, that stories had been told about it, tapestries had been made, history books had been rewritten, without any of the old things in them.

all that mattered was how the world changed. there were new people now. new ways of ruling, because many generations had passed since then. and that meant change was bound to happen.

i suppose you could call this a 'post apocalyptic' world, because, yes, it would be after the apocalypse. no one knows how it happened, it just... happened.

the new way of ruling was standard.
a man and a woman ruled over each legion. married.
they had ruled over for a while now, and they had their differences, yet loved each-other just the same.

Rowan. feminine, yet somewhat intimidating. she wore long, white or blue
dresses that sometimes her other half would trip on. she was able to play flute or piano with ease, and would do so regularly. being listened to by her husband when he had the time. she looked after the land and the life who lived upon it. her hair flowed short, just above her shoulders, and was a deep, rich brown, down until the ear, and seamlessly faded into a green colour that almost looked like the sea. her eyes were a deeper version of the same colour, and seemed to change to a dark, greyish blue when the light hit them just right. her skin was a fair shade, almost paper white, and seemed cold almost to touch.

the other, was Thorn. he ruled over blackstone. nobody really called him that though, they gave him another name. 'il distruttore di mondi'.
his wife refused to call him that and only knew him as Thorn. he was as menacing as you could imagine, when he wanted to be, but never showed it around his wife, or his legion members. he was astounding in battle, and had quick reflexes. his eyes were a chocolate brown, and had flecks of gold were littered all around his iris.his hair fell brown, almost black, and was in a slight wave over his eye. his skin was a golden tan colour, and warmth radiated from it. he was the one who listened to his wife play the piano, or other instruments when he had the time, and was quite fond of music himself.

they ruled together.

when the world 'ended', there wasnt many people. ninety five percent of the population that was, ended up not being. the remaining five percent. became the one hundred.

the world had become a wasteland, and had been altered in many different ways.
flowers had been tainted with fire, and now everything that bloomed also burned. forever. it was quite beautiful when you looked at it. a perfectly white bunch of petals arranged into a spiral, and lit with a crackling bright orange flame.

it had overgrown significantly as people tended to only look after themselves and their loved ones, the only person who ever tended to their garden now was Rowan. and even she hadn't managed to solve the whole worlds overgrowth problems.

her own garden was a mystery. a well kept bundle of flowers and plants of all different sizes, each with flames on every little petal, and smoke escaping and then disappearing from each leaf.

the smoke was coloured very slightly to match the colour of the flowers it had. and it somehow vanished just a few centimetres above said leaf.
it was quite beautiful when you took a moment to step back from it. thats what Rowan saw in it, the beauty. she spent hours tending to the garden, when she had the time, and would stand back and admire it for even longer
afterwards.

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the world had been split up in to different legions.
blackstone was one of them, named after the type of resource that was found after it happened. blackstone was a large community. out of the approximate three-hundred-and-ninety million people in the world, one-hundred-and-three lived within the boundaries. it was a well known legion for its strength as blackstone in itself was a very rare and strong material.

since it had been found, it had been used sparingly. as diamonds had once been treated. only used occasionally in royalties' sake.
weapons were built out of the stone in case of emergency. war.

blackstone had always been strong. it had collected the strongest, most powerful people across the globe, or ones who could get there at least, to combine to make an almost unstoppable force.

it always had been. as far as the people who lived there knew...