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The sun rose over the black sky, darkened by ashes and the ground gray as death. Sida crawled ontop of the wreakage covered hill, feet torn and bleeding. Temazin struggeld with her, limpping. They stod on the hill, gazing over the horsion, nothing was the same. She feel down crying, and yelling in great suffering.
'It can't be helped,' Temazin coughed between tears, 'They just don't listen!'
"No, we could have stopped it. The irony of this is that's it's 2012!"
The city was bleak, nothing living could be seen. Others came onto the hill, her friends, some of the only survivors.
"Come on, let's go," said Jason
'He's right, let's go,' his Dæmon, a fishing cat named Helios said.
The five people got up, and headed back to where the other's were. Angiee and Regie helped the childeren, while Jess and Ayden dug through the piles of dirt. Chance and Zanzah helped. Some of their other friends were there and had their own Dæmon too, but they didn't have names yet.
"I thought when this day came everything in the world would be better. But I'm always wrong," Sida hiccuped standing over everyone.
'But No one knows what's going on, so we have to be strong and lead them!' Temazin proclaimed.
She nodded and breathed deeply. She was 17 now, not a child. Thus began the long road to recovery, and the last stand of the Republic...
