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Part the First- "What a consternation of soul was mine that dreary afternoon! How all my brain was in tumult, and all my heart in insurrection! Yet in what darkness, what dense ignorance, was the mental battle fought! I could not answer the ceaseless inward question--why I thus suffered; now at the distance of--I will not say how many years, I see it clearly." Chapter 2. Jane Eyre
No one can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. However, as I floated next to the latest of several ships to head to the Mars colony, the Titan, watching Earth be devoured by the monster, I knew that every single being in the universe could hear me. Even if that meant just the rest of my team.
A Valley Dark and Scorned
CHAPTER ONE- “There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” Jon turned to Anya with furrowed brows, tightening his coat as the cold wind whipped around their lookout tower. It was less than five feet from the steep Ivory Cliffs that looked directly down onto the dragon-ridden Valley, making it the coldest and most miserable of all the outpost towers. It was also the one that Anya insisted they take each time they were on lookout duty.