Legion of the Black (Written out)

The “True Society”
I sit on my bed and reach in my pocket. I found the one thing they didn’t. I found my connection to my world. I lie down and let my mind roam free. I venture off into my “fantasy”.

Eve’s Fantasy Life

The Prophet’s POV
We do not wait to start the ceremony. We must begin now. We begin to build the resting place for her. The Mourner places the cloth around her and removes her mask. After he ties it shut, The Mystic then approaches her. No one stops him from lighting the fire. We all know that he must. I look around and notice that the rest of the rebels are clearly upset. I mean, I am to, but there is a fire in their eyes. One that says, “We must stop F.E.A.R from doing this.” And that is what we shall do.

The “True Society”
I wake up and see ashes falling on me. I get out of my bed and begin to make a pile of them in the floor. I gather them in my hands and begin to draw F.E.A.R on the walls. Once I finish, I step back and look at what I have done.

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