It was cold. An open area, battered away by the residue of time and wind as it past through the forest trees and stone slabs that took shape of an ancient city. Somewhere in South America, a historically hidden world remaining nameless since the day of its unveiling only months in the past. Had the world still been alive, and far from the jaws of darkness that now tore at its neck, this would have been a groundbreaking discovery.
A boy, covered in layers of torn clothing and splatters of damp mud, lie within the vestibule of a spacious under story. His body was pale, yet still very much alive. His skin was aglow with a thin veil of orange fire, offering only the smallest glimmer of light. His hands were at his side, as ivory white as the rest of his snowy white skin. Seeming out of place, the stoic figure almost appeared to be in his own world.
Liam felt cold. Lying on the stone desk, covered in water and moss for what seemed like ages. His clothes were torn and dirty, and his body felt decrepit and stale. However, he did not complain. He could not complain. The blanket of flame kept him alive, if not awake. He was in a state of negative consciousness that held his mind in complete awareness, as time seemed to turn at an agonizingly slow rate. However, this was the first time Liam's mind felt open enough to receive the brunt of his senses, namely his freezing body. If Liam could move, he would smile.
Someone had finally come.
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Thu Sep 10, 2015 10:50 am by Alexzander
Subject: Timeless World 
