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Dile a alguien que se cree inteligente que es inteligente y lo tendrás en el bote.
Im so proud of myself, Im re-writing Aludar and omg.. IT'S SO MUCH BETTER OF AN INTRODUCTION. :I
looket- (still in pre-form though so there may be errors)
Many years passed, vines began to grown, moss around the floor. The last proof of an explosion turned into a burnt old building. The story of the people did not fade, but the story of Richard did. The proof of A.2.9 was never found, and all the other creations had disappeared. Now they were safe, hidden by the city. Where people now looked like them; funny animal characteristics and all. It was much longer than 100 years for this moment to finally happen, for our story to actually start. So many years had passed that a new age and new generation of people came into power, left from power and then died. Their children had gone from old age as well, those children’s children older as well.
The city was large and circular, with steel buildings and tall ones at that. It had long wide streets all meeting at the center where a school house stood, and a church, and a market, but that isn’t what mattered. As the streets spread from each other, they left the sides of steel buildings to just the surrounding area. This is where the people lived. There were no houses within the city, maybe apartments and hotels, but no homes. The homes rested around the circle city, with long roads, spread out and clean. Each house looked the same, over and over again were rows of houses similar to each other. With the same bricks, the same green yard in front, the same windows and cobble steps. Yet, they were all so different, some were bigger (ever so slightly), so with trees in front of them and some where our story takes place. This house was different, it may have looked the same and smelt the same, but it was so much different. This house with it’s mossy cobble steps and it’s one tree was home to one of the most important people in the world. Her name was Flower and although she had an odd little name it was quite normal compared to what would happen to her.