Pangaea* (Under revision!)

50.5 million years into the future, and Earth has reverted back to it's original state-the super continent of Pangaea. A new country is born, learning from past mistakes. A girl, riddled with sadness but an unknown power. A boy, with a silver spoon in his mouth and pockets full of money. This infant country is, however, surrounded by war and death, and both boy and girl are no exception. When a government plot threatens to overthrow everything they hold dear, Adelle and Marcus must search themselves to decide what's right.


1. Just maybe




Chapter 1



        “What does she want?” I thought with annoyance as I ran full speed ahead. My mother had been screaming her head off, calling my name with incredible impatience. As far as I know, the last time she had screamed this loudly was when my father was drafted into the army.The pain and abandonment I felt that day only has one other match-but that is a different story. One to tell another day, another time. My father is the only one on this Earth, in this universe, who understands me. Not my siblings, or my mother. My world had shattered years before-and he was the one who put it back together. He saved me. Without him, Mother would have tossed me out onto the street years ago. Many people see me as cruel when I confess this, but I feel nothing but absolute contempt for my Mother. Why should I care, when she never has? Love is supposedly a mutual affair. 

      When we first got the letter that sealed my Papas' fate, I couldn't hold onto him tight enough.  A man his age shouldn't be fighting, but everyone who was of eligible age were required to put their names into the draft. I tried to ignore the guilt that sat like a rock in my stomach. I should have gone in his place-after all, woman recruits weren't uncommon. The look on his face when he said "No." was enough to give me shivers even now, 7 1/2 months later. That was the first and last time I have ever heard such a stern command from him. For a split second, he was unrecognizable.  I winced as several sharp rocks pierced through the worn soles of my boots. New boots were out of the question. Shaking my head, I ran even faster. Our old, slightly run down cottage was coming into view. 'Let us not keep Mother Dearest waiting any longer,' I thought dryly. Yanking open the door, I was greeted with the unpleasant sight of my Mother and my older twin siblings. “You're late.” Mother stated bluntly. “I’m sorry. I didn't hear you-" "Enough of your excuses. Now, sit.” Mother snapped

       My siblings, Andrew and Penelope, snickered. The twins were equally obnoxious. At first, a long time ago, I'd thought Andrew would take my side, and we were closer than him and his own twin, if that was even possible. We were, quite simply, inseparable. Penelope never was close with me. Always trailing behind 'Mommy', I think she was upset that I was closer to her twin than she was. Congratulations, Penny.You got what you wanted.

       I pulled out the nearest chair and sat down quickly. "I received this letter nearly an hour ago. I would have opened it sooner if a certain ungrateful child hadn't been late." Mother glared at me, enough to pierce my heart once more. I clenched my teeth, and struggled not to talk back. Why did I still care? Why do her words hurt just as much as they did a year ago?  "As I was saying, I believe this has news of Atticus."

         Her face softened when she said his name. "Here, now be good and open this for your dear Mother" She raised her arm lazily and threw something on the table. The twins scuffled, trying to take a hold of the envelope first. How childish. I didn't attempt to grab it. No matter how small the matter, I would never let my Mother see me struggle. Andrew got to the letter first, and Penelope pouted. "No fair!" she whined. "He's bigger than me. . ." Andrew held up the envelope triumphantly.

         It was scarlet red , with the golden government seal holding the flap in place. With bated breath, he tore open the letter and quickly scanned the page. Despite our. . . issues, we all cared about our Father. “What does it say? I want to read it!” Penelope nearly shouted.  I rolled my eyes. Now is not the time to be acting like this!  I watched Andrews face as he read the page. The emotions rolled across his face. Shock. Anger. It didn't take long for me to connect the pieces.My hands started to shake violently, and tears whelled up in my eyes. Papa-gone?

        I ripped the paper away from Andrew. Died in combat . . . unable to retrieve the body.  I couldn't think straight. I trembled as the walls began closing in, the once warm room now scolding hot. Throwing the letter aside, I ran outside, ignoring my mother’s sudden pleas for me to return. I could hear Penelope’s nasal voice behind me. “Leave her, mother. She’s a freak, and she always has been!” I ran faster, ignoring the stabs at my heart. Another crack, another cut. Another piece gone.

    I went to my special place, the one just for me to know about. It's a simple place, with a large cliff jutting out from the land that hangs over an ocean, endless and vast. I perched on the edge and watched as my tears rolled off my cheeks and into the stormy sea below. Words scattered around my brain. Worthless. Ugly. Pathetic. No one on this Earth cares about you. As depressing and ugly as these words are, they ring with the truth. No one loves me. No one cares. I'm small, just a blip on this map. A tiny,meaningless waste of space. I glanced down at the violent, blue gray waves below. They seemed to be taunting me with a promise of a better life. Could I? It was a possibility. Obviously,  no one wanted me.  If I jumped now, who would care? The only two people in the world who loved me are gone, and the one I loved most is somewhere I can't ever reach. "Darren, Papa. I love you." I whispered.

            I bit down hard on my bottom lip, trying to block out those beautiful, yet sad dark brown eyes, so lovely, so lonely. I thought I could melt that ice. How foolish. Our first kiss, when fireworks danced around us, and the sparks flew fast and furiously. I was going too fast, and didn't realize. Before I knew it, he was down on one knee. His touch, his smile. The way he’d throw his head back and laugh with me at my own antics. God, I was such a klutz. Its a wonder I made it through our first dance. Our own personal secrets and jokes..  I tried to erase his memories,to stop the echos of his love, but it was too strong. I love him, and he had loved me.

        The words still sting. "He doesn't want you.” So blunt, so brutal. Our wedding happened nearly a year ago, in June, because we wanted a summer wedding. The cold . . . it wasn't for us. The pain hurt so much…even more so now. Pain. That was all that’s left of me, a shell of my former self. I'm disgusted with myself. Repulsed. I'm disgusting.  Maybe it wouldn't be so bad…dying. I could do it. Leave with no regrets. Besides, all that's left of me anyway is pain. It has to be better than this. It has to be.  I edged my way down the cliff, onto the small ridge below me. I hadn't noticed it was raining, and the cold wet merged with my tears. How ironic. I looked down at the dark gray waves that crashed violently against one another. I felt no fear, only a small sense of relief.  “It’s now or never” I whispered, closing my eyes and leaning forward...




     Hello there! I'm the writer, TheWitchWithoutHerLetter (Duh). This is my first story on first story in general. Please leave comments and tell me what you thought! If I get positive feedback, I'll keep on writing. I would appreciate criticism, but please be nice about it. I have feelings you know! XD Anyways, tell me your thoughts, and this is not the end. Until the next update my readers!

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