It's been 100 years since the world was damned by the gods. The skies were teared apart and every nation has to defend against the disaster send by the heavens. "We have been abandoned," said by every leader. Now it's the year 2300 where people search scraps for food and salvation.
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"Arghhhhhh!" screams let out as the woman is giving birth. "Push Rosa, push!" the doctor encourage the mother.
"Arghhhhhh!" the final scream by the mother as the doctor pull the child out. "Waaaaa!" now it's time for the baby to scream, showing his arrival to this forsaken place.
"It's a boy Rosa. A boy!" informed the doctor. He hand the child to the mother for her to embraced the light of hope granted to her.
"Shh, Shh" she calmed the child down. Tears built up as she look at the child that have been in her womb.
"Mikael, the protector. That is your name."
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"Mikael,"
"Mikael,"
"Mika..."
(Gasp). He woke up. "Another dream," he said as he search for his pants.
"Haaaaaaa" he took a sip of water. "Ha? This is the only water left?" he said as he shook the sack of water. From the sound alone he could tell it's not much.
"Guess I have to go out afterall today,"
(Zip,Zip). He suited up. "I can never get use to the weight,". Wearing a full tactical outfit and a bandana covering his mouth and nose, he walks out and look outside.
A world with nothing but ruins.
"Just another day for the one and only Mikael," *smirks*.