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[APH]Choosing Fate: C14Chapter 14: Half Blind & Wounded Pride[APH]Choosing Fate: C14 by budderninjaMC
Germany looked down at the little black box and held it close to his chest. He prayed to some higher power that his brother will find them, but until then, he had to push on. He can’t stop moving. To stop would mean that capture is certain. It was almost sunset, and he had seen no signs of civilization. He needed to get Ariya medical attention soon or else the wound on her face will get infected. He looked down at her soft featured face. The face that held innocence despite the wound and her upbringing. He couldn’t help but think ‘Zhis is all my fault’ He metaphorically kicked himself for a while as he continued his trek west.
The space between the trees were starting to get wider and eventually gave way to a large snowy meadow with very tall, thick, dry grass. He wearily stepped out into the meadow only to spring back three steps due to a bullet impacting the ground mere millimeters from where his feet were
ImmortalsThey say that as long as we remember someone, they won't be forgotten. but everyone knows how memories fade. Eventually we all become forgotten and the only indication that we were ever here will be a tombstone marking where our rotting corpses lie.The only way you are remembered is if you're a celebrity, or you did something so huge they write books and make movies about you. I mean why do you think we still remember Hitler? He tried to do it to exterminate an entire race and take over all of Europe. But average people like me, we are forgotten. We are just specs in this universe that live and breathe. What is our purpose for being here?Immortals by budderninjaMC
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