A Journey To Mars And The Pirates Who're Fars

Secrets and Seporation, Art and Corruption, Language and Origin, Peace and Conquest

When I first saw myself I couldn't believe it was me. I can only underestimate as to who I am, I remember now, I can't be named something else. I know that I can arrive and I can find those that are lost. It is two of the same face that I have. These clouds I breathe, this ground I nurture. This Empire that I dreamed, this sword that I made, this style that I brought forth, this teachings that I mastered, this universe that I freed, this evil that I sacrificed so much to distroy, this life that I never gave up. Now I'm here, I watched myself from birth. We as a society are at the highest enginuity recorded in history. We have finally entered another planet. We have achieved this with confidentiality and confidence. Nothing has been taken for granted. We appreciate everybodies contribution and sincerely hope that we can give help, and recieve help. All the years, all the world, these ancient cities that are always being rediscovered, these strucures, these passages that lead to an end, these findings along the way and in those rooms are high. What are we now if we believe that ancient scrolls are only old and don't bother to know why time has changed people's dialect. I mean what English would be spoken on another planet? Question takes its own realm and is protagonistic to address, do I or do I not continue what's been happening this entire time, well than if I am to not do than I prepare for a conquest with signature and an imprint.

 

To Be Cont...

Author's Note

There is so much to find in this story, please visit my site again, and feel free to read later writings I will post to continue the story. thanks.

Reviews

[AtticusBlack]

Really thoughtful, therefore thought provoking, had to read it a couple of times to get my head round it, but in a good way, in the way that I wanted to. Please continue!