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Louis
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The old, treasure chest lay exposed when the storm retreated. It was old and decrepit, looking as though it witnessed the birth of mankind. The chest itself was wooden, with a bass lock hushing up it's secrets, and a missing key. It was small, about the size of your forearm. And it was waiting to be opened.
The city of Locksford was on the coastline, a dangerous place to be when a hurricane hit. Hurricane Louis had wiped out the entire city spotless. All the citizens had evacuated, and all the houses were destroyed. An inch of water stood in the roads, looking over the broken trees and windswept bushes.
When aid and rescue came, they ripped away the already ruined city in search of survivors who weren't able to make it out. 74 bodies were found, but only 20 grieved for. The rest were beggars, homeless people, the insignificant people who painted the background.
As one medic pulled away the thorny...
The old, treasure chest lay exposed when the storm retreated. It was old and decrepit, looking as though it witnessed the birth of mankind. The chest itself was wooden, with a bass lock hushing up it's secrets, and a missing key. It was small, about the size of your forearm. And it was waiting to be opened.
The city of Locksford was on the coastline, a dangerous place to be when a hurricane hit. Hurricane Louis had wiped out the entire city spotless. All the citizens had evacuated, and all the houses were destroyed. An inch of water stood in the roads, looking over the broken trees and windswept bushes.
When aid and rescue came, they ripped away the already ruined city in search of survivors who weren't able to make it out. 74 bodies were found, but only 20 grieved for. The rest were beggars, homeless people, the insignificant people who painted the background.
As one medic pulled away the thorny...
