Adalyn’s Wild Ride Part 4: Amillia’s Temptation

Presley shuffles back to the chair, stopping on the way and deciding instead to curl herself up against the window, the heavy woolen blanket pulled up around her shoulder, the boots still firmly tied to her feet. As recorded history goes, it started with small religions breaking out in small wars across the world, fighting about which god was the true god and so forth. Txxx The man, in his black apron and gloves, much like a blacksmiths, hauled the coffin into the burning pit of fire that spanned out over a third of the room, taking up the far corner and spilling light and heat out onto the faces of the grieved. Presley’s mind starts to wander once more, the holding book little interest but the memory it carries, one of her as a young girl, maybe 5 or 6 and sitting in the bay window as her father paced around the room. Presley Duke was a girl of just twenty, newly coming into her own as a young woman in a war torn world like The Republic of Earth. As the flames grow smaller, gently smoldering in the depths of the furnace Presley becomes slightly more aware of herself, as if being woken from a dream that started the day of her father’s passing, only now she stands alone. At first they were small, no casualties, mostly in the form of protests and public bible bashing, then they became more violent, larger religions gaining more followers and wiping the smaller sects from existence.