Gaea Creative Writing

XIV The plan is coming together. I believe that I now know what to do about the ever looming problem of the others. The others that have lost what is now so important to my life. The words of individualism. The word "I". The word that is now so sacred to Gaea and I. The word that has been lost since The Unmentionable Times. I am planning the journey back to The City from which I have not been back to in over three years. I wonder how much has changed since I have escaped with my beloved Gaea. Probably not very much now that I have learned The Truth. The Truth that has been shown to me by a combination of my books and my mind. The Truth that The City tries to keep those poor people innocent and ignorant to the lack of progress that should …show more content…
It stains anything it touches in a bright, vibrant blue color. I will be using this to mark the trees and rocks on my way to The City. The way back to The City seemed to go by so much faster than the trip out of The City with Gaea. I arrived on the outskirts of The City within two days of travel. I have used so few of my supplies that I'm sure that the trip back will be easy. Under the cover of darkness, I made my way back into The City. The streets seemed so strange underneath my feet again. The buildings are more bland than I remember being only brown and grey. As I made my way into the Home of the Street Sweepers, I noticed that International and was not in his bed. Where else could he possibly be? Then I remembered that he too knew about the tunnel. The tunnel from The Unmentionable Times. I made my way to the tunnel and found him smashing away at the rock that was at one end of the tunnel. He too was trying to escape the grip of The City. As he saw me, he rushed to me and gave me a hug. He said, " We thought that you were dead …show more content…
Before we knew it, we were getting chased down by half of The City. We ran into the Home of The Peasants and took Unity with us. We then sprinted into the shadows and protection of the Uncharted Forest where we knew that the people would not follow because of the fear of danger. We followed the markers all the way back to the mountain where we soon began work on a home that would house International and Unity. International and Unity both thought of new names form themselves to discard their old names from the Old Ways of The City. International chose to be called Helios for he discovered a new way to create fires and produce electricity with the sun. Unity chose to be called Eos for her like Gaea is giving birth to the new "dawn" of the