A War Upon Us

                                                                           Chapter 2

                                                      Realization Into Confusion

Well, I just found out how my life could get worse. My brother died in war sometime last week, apparently. Why wasn't I told before? My brother was the only person in my entire known family that even bothered to call me. My only brother, Derek, was the nicest person I've ever known. He cared for me, knew me, and helped me in any situation he could. He joined the army just last week, fighting in a new war in Australia. I don't know why, as he never told me anything. In any case, I was devastated.

My brother, dead: I nearly dropped the lobby phone when I heard the news. My jaw felt like concrete, my legs wobbled, my pulse turning into the loudest thing in the room, but I managed to stand upright again. I simply said "Thank You" to the caller, and hung up. No other words. I think even the landlord, who was watching me with eyes wide, felt sorry for me. But I didn't care. No one really did, except for my now dead brother.

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Here I am, two months later, getting officially kicked out of the apartment onto the streets. No job took me, even through all of the interviews and good things I heard. It was all a hoax. I had nothing left to live for, but I kept on. I would find something. Anything. Anything that would help me through this war with life. Something. Something that would save me. I was given all of my belongings (which weren't that many) in a small cardboard box, barely large enough to hold it all. I turned and left, without a word. I found a small alley, and noticed something in the farthest corner. It shined for just a second, then I heard a chitter and squeak, and it skittered away into the darkness. I didn't think about it for another second. My life was downright over, nothing left for me. I was done.

I felt horrible with my own self-pity, but it wouldn't get me anywhere. I continued to travel, but I was surprised at the amount of people today. Even the alleys were crowded. It was incredible, but the few mugs and thieves took their shots, but I knew somewhat how to defend myself. I was generally okay, until one guy pulled a gun. Fortunately for me, he was stupid enough to not see the cop directly behind him, who grabbed the mugger and carried him away. I continued to walk, running in a few suspicious places, and calming down again once past them.

After a good two hours travel, tired and a bit hungry, I noticed a sign on an alley wall, no one was there, and I investigated. It looked familiar, yet at the same time, unfamiliar. It looked like graffiti, but it seemed to shine a bit, and give off a soft purple glow. "Kind of like Twilight's magic aura...", I thought. No, it couldn't be. It's just a coincidence. Besides, magic isn't real, right? There's no way this is... I got a bit closer to it, and it seemed to glow brighter, getting a lighter shade of purple. The symbol itself defintitely reminded me of Twilight's Cutie Mark, but it seemed faded. Probably just the rain washing it away. I closed the distance between me and the symbol, and stroked the wall. At that moment, all I saw was pure darkness, and I passed out.