Truly Alone - Live Write

Rafael Cerqueira

1. Immortal man, middle aged in appearance, jaded in nature.
2. The crumbling burial site of a loved one from millennia ago.
3. Human race has ended by it's own hand. The land is a barren, rocky wasteland in most directions.
4. Wind up music box. The kind with the spinning ballerina on top.

Ballerina found on Deviant ART - Page was no longer available

Adam made his way through the old burial ground. It was overrun and most of the stones were so weathered they were decaying or at least unreadable.  However, when you have made the trek for a millennia, your feet know where you are going even though the eyes might have deceived.  He was not sure why he still came other than it seemed the one thing that tied him to his humanity.

Adam wasn't sure why he was alive.  Somehow, when the disease spread rapidly through the population of North America, he had come out the other side of it.  But he had come out different, he didn't seem to have aged a day since he got up off that sick bed.

The Trench Lord

A taste of the world of Vesta, more after the jump:

Sordith sat in his chair pondering the reports in front of him.  The beautiful wooden desk was ornate and made of a deep red wood.  It had been polished till it glistened in the flicking torchlight.  His office walls held his collection of various weapons and treasures from both the isle and the otherlands.  The crackling of the fire was the only noise as the Trench Lord sat pondering the last week's figures.  Sordith sat with a mug of dark mead as he stared at the reports.