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The Plot; Well what do you think?
Topic Started: Apr 26 2006, 09:07 PM (162 Views)
Yuliya Mikilovich
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Earth, year 2000

Magicians from all walks of life stood around a circle so dark that anyone who looks directly at it will lose their sight for a week. The magicians were not looking at the circle. All looked up, raising their hands to the sky. A slow chanting began from one black-robed man. The others took up the chant, getting slightly faster but no louder as time went by. After ten minutes the chanting was audibly louder, just.

An hour later the people still stood there, black skin, white skin, bronze skin and every colour in between. Nothing happening but their chanting, which was now at a near yelling volume. They started stamping their feet in time to the chanting, still facing the sky. The sky darkened, going from light blue to a deep purple colour. "Keep going," a wizened old man in dark blue robes urged. He was the overseer of the whole thing, now too old to partake in any magic. No one took any notice of him, they were far too busy trying ot keep their magic focussed.

The sky darkened more until it was impossible to see anything further away than their noses. Everything looked purple, smelt purple, tasted purple, felt purple. The only thing which could be clearly seen were the mages' now glowing fingers. Surprisingly the glow was white rather than purple. The old mage looked at the whiteness and frowned.




In Africa a young man sitting on his front porch disappeared in front of his shocked family. In Germany a whole family walking on the beach are suddenly gone, their cut off footprints left in the wet sand. America, a young schoolteacher is telling her students about Shakespeare when she vanishes, leaving the teenagers stunned. All over the world people are disappearing, single people, babies, elders, couples, whole families. Everyone near them going crazy with worry and curiosity.

The sky fades back to the normal pale blue, which now seems washed out and tired. The exhausted mages look eagerly into the sky, waiting for the noise to reach them. Nothing happens and they sigh and look down. Slowly they start to walk away, heading towards a low building a fair way away. Only the old mage stays, frowning into the morning light.

Two years later, Earth time 2002, the year 2 on Caillit Balley

The people of the new world have finally settled into their new home. Most have accepted their fate and started trying to make a living on this new world. Others are still stubbornly looking for a way home and are nomads, constantly moving around the world, looking for signs of civilisation that will get them home.

Although many people speak different languages, they have started a school and a few children have been born. They have started a government of sorts, the ones who took over when they first arrived are in positions of power now. They get along as well as they can, trying new foods and plants for different uses. It is a dangerous job, testing the new food sources, but it must be done and a select few have chosen themselves for the job. So far a few have gotten seriously sick but there have been no fatalities. There have been fatalities from other things though. They have discovered new animals and new natural hazards which they constantly try to overcome.

All the people try their hardest to get along, knowing that if they fight they will be thrown out of the community and the likelihood of their survival alone is very low. There is talk about going home but nothing is being done about it. At the moment they are just trying to stay alive.
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approach with care
fragile
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i wont hold you back
let your anger rise
we'll fly we'll fall we'll burn
no one will recall

Emma's mood:-_-
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