FierraKara

An 11-year-old girl with the abilities to wield fire as a weapon during times of crisis.

FierraKara

 

 

Dear Diary,

It is Monday, July twenty-fourth of the 2679th year. This is my first Diary entry in this particular journal, though I have had it for a long time. Right now, the world is in peril. The war started about 3 months ago, and I am afraid that my brother will be recruited before this week is done. I am frightened for his health and my father’s as well. Both my brother and father have a rare heart disease that requires a pacemaker, and if they get too near anything that creates heat, they could die. If they are recruited, I do not know what I will do.

Sincerely yours,

FierraKara

11 years old

Last Surviving Daughter of Eratico

 

In the year 2012, a great war broke out among the largest countries. China had created a nuclear weapon with the power to destroy a whole country. They were not planning to use it, the scientists just wanted to know if it was possible to build it. When the Germans found access to this top-secret information by means of their spies, they stole the bomb, and sent it to the French, disguised much like the Trojan Horse of Greek mythology. The French accepted this gift graciously, not knowing it would be the cause of World War three. That night, while all was silent, a servant who had yet to finish her chores was out in the courtyard taking down clothes that had been drying. As she walked past the fountain in the courtyard of the castle, she heard a mysterious ticking sound coming from inside the marble statue. All of France was destroyed in the blast. That was when the war began.

It took eight years for this war to end, and when it finally did, the earth was left in horrible shape.

There have been three other wars, one after the other, after the third World War ended. During the 2679th year, seven days after the eleventh birthday of a young girl named FierraKara, the Seventh World War began.

 

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Dear Diary,

It is Tuesday, July twenty-fifth of the 2679th year. As my second diary entry, I do not have much to tell you that is different than yesterday. On the news, they tell of doctors who are collaborating with scientists and engineers to create metal/electronic organs. They have already made the kidneys, lungs, and stomach. Once they make enough, they will transplant electronic organs into every human being left on this horrid earth. I do not find this useful. The earth and all it’s inhabitants are already going to hell in a handbasket. There is garbage, debris from the last 600 years, and corpses of various creatures all over the place. I may be only eleven years old, but I know much about the world. I know my brother and father are worried because my brother has just celebrated his nineteenth anniversary today and the Collectors shall soon be along to draft him into the army. My and my family think they should be concentrating less on the war at hand and more on cleaning up this earth and trying to make it habitable. As I do not usually write entries so long as this one, I think I shall go now.

Goodnight, Dear Friend,

FierraKara

11 years old

Last Surviving Daughter Eratico

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