Prolouge

September 18, 1807

China held no hope, neither did India. America is just as confused as Europe is, and to think we even talked to those savages just to see if they had an answer. South and Central America were just a laugh to even think about, Africa and Australia didn't have anything, and I can't even remember why we asked Russia. Neither one had an answer on the worldwide occurrence of the unnatural rates of birth and death. Every hour it seems that a hundred people are dying and a hundred more are being born. At this rate, everyone will die as adults leaving nothing but infants and tots to roam, whom can't fend for themselves and eventually will die on their own. What is so alarming is that it seems to be happening to everyone. Children at the age of eight are giving birth, either due to their own consent or the massive number of rapists that have popped out of nowhere. The rates of premarital sex and/or childbirth has gone to the point where 78% of children 15 and younger are sexing and producing babes. As for death rates, I'm afraid to say it is no longer elders and soldiers, but also innocents and little 'uns too. People are dying everywhere, whether it's a 17 year old collapsing during a harmless game of chess all to find out it was because of a heart attack or a healthy six year old going to bed for the night and never waking up, leaving no evidence to what may have caused such a mysterious death. Murderers, rapists, psychopaths, torturers of the mind run a muck, officials never ever to catch them and even scaring thieves into corners of the dark. No countries seem to have anything, not even logical theories to explain any of this. Maybe, oh so hopefully, it's only me, but then again, these strange things...it's like there is a war between two forces and we are the pieces being used. Could this just be...the end of mankind?

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The summary was cut off abit, but here it is. "t is 1807 and the world is going through an unknown event. Millions of healthy and unhealthy people are dying at frightning rates and millions more are being born at the same time. Though it might seem that it should balance out, it does not.

Christopher and his team set out to find the cause, coming to an unexpected island and the natives on it. The Bonitwa, the natives of the island, say how they know the cause. In fact, they say that the cause of the strange occurances is becasue the world is in the middle of a war between "Lady Death" and the "Man of Life." After detailed explanation of the supposed war between "Death and Life," Christopher and his team shunned the island and the natives for giving them stories of their lands instead of answers.

But once they reached Thailand, they come across an unexpected visitor, or formaly known as Man of Life himself. The truth reveals itself the more Christopher knows Life and more tragic events occur. Will the war be resolved and will any good come from it?"

The entire story is about Christopher trying to find out what is happening, along the way meeting Lady Death and the entire story behind Death and Life. I have the second chapter in progress right now.

Once Christopher meets the Man of Life, he finds out that Mr. Life is abit demented and sadistic while Lady Life is more of a motherly type of person. Man of Life is to have hair of pure gold, bright blue eyes, a button up blouse that you would normally see today that is unbuttoned abit with a tie that is quite loose. His 21st century black slacks and dress shoes are abit wrinkled, but just enough to catch interest. Man of Life is a 21st century "Lady's Man" who's only thought is having sex and "creating breath." A scene I had planned for when Christopher meets him is for Life to take him to his relm, which is detailed to be an out-of-this world nightclub with millions of people streching neverendlessly dancing to beat that Christopher (someone who is of the 1800s) never heard of before. There is supposed to be a "giant metal spinning ball" with millions of slips of paper in it. A man of sand is constantly winding the metal ball and is pulling names from it. When the name is called, the person disapears. Life takes Chris into his office area which has a waterfall of sand falling down into a little pool of more sand while the surrounding area is of grey carpet, white walls, an a sleek black desk. It would have Life trailing his hand in through the waterfall of sand, collecting a handfull. While Christopher is eagerly trying to ask why the war started, why Life was there, how they even got there, ect. Life is blowing a purplish fire into his hands from his mouth and rubbbing them together like trying to warm them. Life goes to the middle of the room and while rubbing his hands, he take them and tries rubbing the air. As he rubs the air, skin is developing and as he waves a figure in the air, a human body is made, who turns out to be a naked blonde woman. Life kisses her upon the cheek and she takes a large deep breath and falls to the floor. She frantically looks about, Christopher is dumbfounded. Life hands the poor woman a blanket from out of nowhere and wraps the lady in it, and sends her out the door.

This is only one of the many, many scene I have in store for the story.

updated Feb 5 '10 by Danielle-Rise