originally posted in:Hardcore Raid Team
I stumbled between stopped cars on the highway. Each one had at least one corpse in it, with shock pistol rounds in their body. I thought about how this would be me in a few hours. Just as I was pondering my death, a searing pain extended through my back. [i]The wire rifle shot was really getting to me,[/i] I thought. I put my father's trusty rifle next to a crate and sat down next to it. As my vision grew dimmer, I remembered how this all came to be, just five short years ago....
I was eight years old. Just a few minutes ago my father said goodbye. Little did I know that this was the last I'd see of him. I lived in a small village with small stone streets and a huge cathedral. Big as it was, it was dwarfed by the size of the project going on just a few miles north. The Wall was being built, with less than a mile of wall left to be completed. Almost everyone in the village worked on it, including my father. As I was playing catch with my friend Bryan, a huge rumbling sound filled the air. I looked towards The Wall as huge sections fell away from it. I ran back towards the house. My mother emerged, her eyes filled with tears. Before she said anything, I knew the problem. My father was dead.
END OF PART ONE
Link to Part Two:
https://www.bungie.net/en/Clan/Post/834540/129270814/0/0
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I feel bad for dismantling it now :(
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I realize this is fan fiction, but the fallen were not apart of the collapse. They didn't appear till later.
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Outgunned the thorn with khvostov today, feed me golden cookies
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I am a professional author and I winced by the second sentence. Keep your tenses the same! Other than that it's one of the better examples of fan-fic I've come across.
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That weapon is too op
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All the parts of the story are awesome
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Bumpity bump bump
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Buuuuummmmoppooo
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So the kid.... is 13 years old fighting the Fallen....
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Nice, man. Keep it up.
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Woah, hes 13? Hes got some balls
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Khavstov = exitic
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Bump for part 2