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I'm waking up to ash and dust
I wipe my brow and I sweat my rust
I'm breathing in the chemicals
ing in, shaping up,
then checking out on the prison bus
This is it, the apocalypse
Whoa
I'm waking up, I feel it in my bones
Enough to make my systems blow
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Welcome to the new age, to the new age
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive
Whoa, oh, oh, oh, oh, whoa, oh, oh, oh,
I'm radioactive, radioactive
Let me be your hero
Would you run
And never look back?
Would you cry
If you saw me crying?
And would you save my soul, tonight?
Would you laugh?
Oh please tell me this.
Now would you die
For the one you loved?
Hold me in your arms, tonight
I can be your hero, baby.
I can kiss away the pain.
I will stand by you forever.
You can take my breath away.
When the world fell to ruins once, they weren't going to let it happen again.
After the floods and storms, the land of Fallone was finally at peace. Ruins of the old palace and kingdom were crumbling and left to fall apart. The villages settled again; rebuilding and reshaping their homes. Though the land had settled, dire wolves and rouge dragons were still a threat, and were often snatching people away. With their numbers decreasing rapidly, they decided to form a Guard. Dragon riders were trained, and guarded the villages; fighting off predators and threats, and protecting the livestock and people. This went on for 40 years.
One month, a few riders had been killed in a freak accident. Nobody knew what happened to them; their dragons were never seen again, and the people were torn to pieces, left in the tall grass. They needed a few new riders, and took 5 teens. They began training, and were assigned to the same sqaudron. It was very soon relevant that they did not get along; at all. But they were forced to get along, though it was fake, and to work together. They became some of the best riders, until one day, it didn't matter. In a panic, a rider flew sloppily and as fast he he could into the stables where the dragons were kept. He told of the other villages being destroyed, but unknown by what. Just as he was speaking, screams erupted from the village, both animal and human. Flame flew up in the village, enveloping the entire land. People scattered, screaming and crying as their homes and lives went up in flames. Just as it began, the earth began to rumble, as if it was annoyed with all the ruckus above. Suddenly, the earth cracked in shapes, creating huge caverns and drops. Screams echoed as people feel into the darkness below. The riders were told to mount their dragons, and to fly to assist the ones still alive. Before they could find anyone in the broken, flamed village, the dark sky turned blue and white at one side. Everyone was frozen, staring in horror at the approaching, unthinkibly large wave hurtling toward them. It stayed risen, just before slamming down on the helpless village, destroying whatever as left. Riders and their dragons were caught in the wave, and pulled down to crash into buildings and the houses below. The 5 riders barely made it out, but were lost completely as smoke clouded the air. They couldn't see their dragon's head infront of them. They hurtled through the air, before all blacking out in mid air.
When they awoke, they were in a charred, but some green still alive, woods. They were scattered within a mile of eachother, with their dragons. They were slow to rise, bruises and cuts scattered over their bodies. Their dragons whimpered and slowly stood, wings aching, and also covered in their share of cuts and black bruises. Where were they? After they found one another, what were they to do? Could they band together to survive, though they despise one another? And will they ever find out what created those disasters? It wasn't normal. Someone had made it happen. But who? And why?
After the floods and storms, the land of Fallone was finally at peace. Ruins of the old palace and kingdom were crumbling and left to fall apart. The villages settled again; rebuilding and reshaping their homes. Though the land had settled, dire wolves and rouge dragons were still a threat, and were often snatching people away. With their numbers decreasing rapidly, they decided to form a Guard. Dragon riders were trained, and guarded the villages; fighting off predators and threats, and protecting the livestock and people. This went on for 40 years.
One month, a few riders had been killed in a freak accident. Nobody knew what happened to them; their dragons were never seen again, and the people were torn to pieces, left in the tall grass. They needed a few new riders, and took 5 teens. They began training, and were assigned to the same sqaudron. It was very soon relevant that they did not get along; at all. But they were forced to get along, though it was fake, and to work together. They became some of the best riders, until one day, it didn't matter. In a panic, a rider flew sloppily and as fast he he could into the stables where the dragons were kept. He told of the other villages being destroyed, but unknown by what. Just as he was speaking, screams erupted from the village, both animal and human. Flame flew up in the village, enveloping the entire land. People scattered, screaming and crying as their homes and lives went up in flames. Just as it began, the earth began to rumble, as if it was annoyed with all the ruckus above. Suddenly, the earth cracked in shapes, creating huge caverns and drops. Screams echoed as people feel into the darkness below. The riders were told to mount their dragons, and to fly to assist the ones still alive. Before they could find anyone in the broken, flamed village, the dark sky turned blue and white at one side. Everyone was frozen, staring in horror at the approaching, unthinkibly large wave hurtling toward them. It stayed risen, just before slamming down on the helpless village, destroying whatever as left. Riders and their dragons were caught in the wave, and pulled down to crash into buildings and the houses below. The 5 riders barely made it out, but were lost completely as smoke clouded the air. They couldn't see their dragon's head infront of them. They hurtled through the air, before all blacking out in mid air.
When they awoke, they were in a charred, but some green still alive, woods. They were scattered within a mile of eachother, with their dragons. They were slow to rise, bruises and cuts scattered over their bodies. Their dragons whimpered and slowly stood, wings aching, and also covered in their share of cuts and black bruises. Where were they? After they found one another, what were they to do? Could they band together to survive, though they despise one another? And will they ever find out what created those disasters? It wasn't normal. Someone had made it happen. But who? And why?
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