Sittybus [1]

A rather scrawny being searched through the rubble to try and find something, anything, of value. Something that would give him the ability to live another day, and that he could buy some food with. Just a lowly scavenger he was. He was unimportant to the world, but so was everyone else now. He picked through another barrel filled with what would seem to be ashes. Damn, there was nothing in there. The rough cut being looked up at hearing a crow caw, and it sent shivers down his spine. Would he be the next meal of the disgusting bird? He shook his head and bent down over a pile of junk. For fifteen minutes he sorted pointlessly. Nothing, absolutely nothing was here. The man looked down at the ground he'd reached. In aggravation he began digging at the dirt, and warm, salty tears spilled down his face. Just keep digging, and digging, and digging.

The man wasn't sure how long he kept digging, but it certainly had been a long time. His untrimmed nails were grotesque even more than they had been before. Some had even started bleeding, and red covered his fingers. He stopped digging now though, and looked at what he'd accomplished. A hole had been formed. about a foot and a half deep and five inches wide. It wasn't half bad for a hole, but he soon sighed in sorrow. There was no use for this emptied out piece of earth. Just as there was no use for him. When he was about to get up something caught his eye at the bottom of the pitiful gap. Suddenly an immense gathering of hope appeared for him. What was this piece that caught his eye? Could it be food, or was it water? He got down on his knees to try and get a better look, but unfortunately still couldn't understand what it was. Once again the man dug his meek fingers into the dirt, and now carefully peeled away at it trying to see what was under it. Finally his finger hit a corner. At least he knew it was square. Was it a box of some kind? A box that maybe held food? Yum, food. With the little strength he had the man pulled up the object from the ground. What? This wasn't food.

He let out an aggravated grunt at his discovery. When he thought he'd gotten lucky it turned out to just be some piece of junk. For a short while longer he held it out in front of him just staring at it like it would suddenly turn into some sort of magical buffet for him to chow down on. It didn't though, and this caused a frown to twitch at his mouth. The man let go of it with his left hand to let it hang, but to his surprise it didn't just hang. It flopped open. Sunken in eyes widened with amazement. This, this was a book! Rarely did anyone catch the Paginae Virus anymore so the man did not throw it away in fright. Instead he clung to it like it was more precious than the banquet he'd been imagining minutes before. It was infrequent enough to stumble across something like a plastic wrapper but a book! The man would never let this go. It was his and only his, but he didn't know how to read it. How was he supposed to really value his treasure? Well, there had to be someone around to read it to him. This truly was a find to see. A silly little grin appeared on his face like a child when they got their first toy.

After they'd been destroyed many people went on about how great books used to be. Supposedly they'd been filled with wonders that could take you anywhere, entrance you into a fantasy, and have endless knowledge. The question remained though. What was inside of this one? For once in his life, the generally woeful man was happy. Just happy. His life would change because of this he was sure of it. Life was finally looking up instead of plummeting deeper into the dark abyss of hell. Now, where was he going to find someone to read this to him? There was maybe three or four people in the entire city of thousands that would be able to read. They'd be there though, and he was sure they'd be so thrilled at the sight of the book they'd do it for free.

"What's that you got there," A shout came from not to far away.

Frantically the man grabbed onto the book,"It's nothing!" He turned to see who the person was, and gave a sigh of relief,"It's just you then Charles."

A more rugged, broad man made way to his scrawny counter-part curiously," What's that lump of dirt you have their Kent?

"It's not a lump of dirt," The smaller man now identified as Kent replied in harsh defense almost in a shriek,"It's a book!"

"A...book? Like the ones them old peoples talk about? With the fancy letters and tales of a better time?" A hushed amount of astonishment could be heard in his tone of voice.

"Yes Charles, just like that," Kent said. With that the man called Charles pulled his feeble friend up and started rambling about needing to find a reader. The two were equally bewildered about the object known as the book.

They ran into what used to be a somewhat large city, but it was impossible to distinguish what city it was. The buildings were nearly falling apart. Still, somehow the residents here managed to stay in them. They were leading risky lives just by that alone. Not to mention the crime that people would run into everyday. The two began to slink around the city more carefully now as they got farther in. A scream could be heard not to far away. Neither even flinched at the sound. It was all too common to hear something like that in this time and place. It was never a gunshot though. That was just another lost piece of technologies. One of the more convenient ones lost. No, the person who screamed was most likely being stabbed for their food or something of the sorts.

Carefully they went through the back alleyways. There were only a few people that could read, and they were only sure of one of them, and her name was Regina. She was the only option to find out the meaning of this book. Unfortunately the woman was on the other side of the city from where they were. It was going to be quite a pain to get to her. Still, the determination that the two held was a force to be reckoned with.
The trek though the city showed the poor state it was in. People sat on the sides of the road homeless, famine was obvious due to the food shortage, and the occasional dead body was seen. It could've been from the famine, violence, or just simple disease no one could cure anymore. The misery that people went through was not a light one. There was no point to anything. No reason for anyone to want to live. Absolutely no hope for a brighter future. Unless you had a book like they did. Even so, it would was amazing anyone could survive in the conditions. Buildings tilted to their sides almost threatening to fall over at any minute. Some had collapsed in on themselves. Other buildings were simply so infested, with rats and other nasty things, that they even if they could stand you wouldn't want to go in it.

Charles and Kent's minor journey ended as they came upon a run-down apartment building. Once it could have been a beautiful sight of elegance and brilliant architecture, but now it was nothing more than a place to live in, to hide in. The carved intricate beams on the side of the building were practically demolished. Their curves uneven and scarred from the horrors they'd seen. Cracks filled the entire apartment up, and the foundation of bricks looked like they could deteriorate any minute. All of the windows were boarded up, and had metal bars on the outside of it. Flower boxes that once bloomed prosperously were empty. Between each row of windows used to be carvings of flowers. Now they'd been graffiti-ed over, and some even looked like skulls with the help from graffiti. There used to be a stoop outside of the door with an overhang, but all that remained was a weak looking make-shift staircase. The railing was only on one side of the so called staircase. It had also been a elaborate design, but was now mundane as most of the design had been demolished. Swirls were barely able to be made out.


There was no point in knocking so the two men opened the door and gazed around. The apartment building seemed to be completely empty from what they could see. A small noise was heard and they turned their attention in that direction. Minor muttering was no obvious, and the men walked in farther. Floorboards creaked painfully under their weight, and it gave away that they were inside. The muttering stopped instantly, and a small face peered out onto them from down the hall. It was a dark face with dark eyes, but a young one and female as well. Quickly as it appeared it disappeared and the slam of a door shut. "Hey, wait!" Kent called out running down the hall.

He reached the door, and this time went to knock on it. The people inside probably thought he was going to do something terrible to them. Charles now made his way over to the door as well. Kent seemed to hesitate knocking, so Charles did it for him. Once more there was hushed voices and mumbles. Most likely the people inside were deciding whether or not to let them in. Charles and Kent looked at each other while waiting outside the door, and Charles figured to speak up. Maybe if they knew what they had then they'd let them in.

"Regina," Kent started out softly a bit nervous himself," We have a book.

Kent here found it out in the rubble. Can you read it?"

Silence covered the area. Anxiously the two waited for a response from the door. Slowly they heard the rusty doorknob turning. The same dark face from before appeared. Expressions of confusion appeared on Kent's and Charles faces as to how Regina could possibly be someone so young. As soon as the young child spoke it was more clear.

"Grand-mama says she wants me to see the book before I let you in," A young girls voice came from the child's lips, giving away that she was female even if her hair was cut in a boys fashion. She couldn't of been more than thirteen.

Kent held out the book slightly, and flipped the pages to show that he really did have a book,"See?"

"Grand-mama, he doesn't lie!"


The door was slammed rudely in their faces and scraping noises of little feet on cold wooden floorboards could be heard. A small thump and words being exchanged to be more careful. While waiting at the door the two could hear whispers to let them in. The small girl came back and opened the door widely to let them in. Partly she hid behind the door. Strangers were did not often stray to parts unknown to them, and new comers were not something you would see everyday.


Minuscule amounts of light was all that was seen in the dark room. It was created by a patch of three or four candles in the middle of the one room apartment. One bed could be seen against a wall. Patched together pieces of fabric were used as a blanket on top of it, and the mattress was a straw filled bedding. On the other side a bookshelf could be seen, but ironically it was completely empty. A few feet away from it was what used to be a sink, but there was no longer any running water. The fosit was beaten back wards so it wouldn't get in the way of the sink. Next to the sink was a woven basket used for what would seem collecting things or holding food. Currently it was empty though. The walls of the room used to have a nice wallpapering on them, but most of it had been ripped off. Bricks could easily be seen under the surface. One window was above where the bed was. Three boards were nailed to the wall to keep it shut otherwise there would be a good amount of light in the room.

"Who is it that says they have a book for old Regina to lay eyes on," An elderly woman was sitting near the candles, and pushed herself up slowly yet gracefully with a cane. She was hunched over a bit when she stood up completely, and Regina was short because of this. The woman still had a sense of dignity about herself even if she didn't look to be in the greatest shape. Messy gray hair was tied up into a bun, but random strands fell down over her face and neck. Like the child she had dark skin and dark eyes. Although Regina's skin had aged and wrinkled and her eyes wised unlike the child. She was cloaked in a raggedy dress which had plenty of stitch marks, and ties to try and keep it together. With the darkness it was hard to tell what color it was, but when she was near the light it could be seen as dark maroon. Over her shoulder was a worn pastel yellow shawl, and on her feet, without socks, were a ratty pair of what used to be black dress shoes.

Kent held out the book,"Here. Will you please read it?"

Regina took the book from his hands, and examined it. "Someone must of tried to hide it from being taken. They hid it somewhere and this guy found it. Peculiar." She thought to herself flipping through the pages from back to front. When the woman saw the cover she narrowed her eyes slightly trying to read the title as her vision had not been what it had before. After making it out she nodded briefly. She'd never even heard of it, but that wasn't all that shocking. Regina had only known of one book before and that was because her mother told her the tale of it. The tale was of Peter Pan, and how Regina still wished there was such thing as Never Land. Still, she was grateful to have the book at all and it showed on her face as she turned to the next page and saw tons of small sized print.

"The books sittybus," she began," is Harry Potter and the Philosophers Stone it seems. The authors name is missing it seems though, or I just can't find it. I'm glad you brought this to me. Normally I just get hungry people asking if what they're eating is dangerous or not. Tells you how reckless people are just to live."

There was a sight amount of confusion between the two at first,"Sittybus?" They said at the same time.

"It's where the name of the book and where it goes. Other people say 'title', but it was a family tradition....Now then, give me a day or two to read this and I'll tell you what it is when I'm done." Regina calmly looked the book over again.

Glances were exchanged between Kent and Charles. The two were expecting her to jump up and down in joy, but it seemed she was too old and calm to do that. They were equally curious though as to what was inside the book. though. Neither really wanted to wait to find out what was in it, and they both wanted to find out in detail what it was. The two grown men were acting more like children. Both squirmed on the inside wanted to ask her to read it to them. Why shouldn't she share the knowledge of the book? Kent was the one that found it after all! After a few moments of silence and Regina flipping through the book plainly Charles at least got the guts to ask to hear the book aloud.

"We," He started but stopped before continuing,"We wanted you to read it to us. Kent and me want to hear the story too."

"Kent and I," Regina corrected swiftly before cracking a smile,"and I'd love to read it aloud to the two of you."

The two shouted with joy.

"Just stay quiet while I read, but you can ask questions if you don't understand what it means, okay?"

"Alright!"

The woman cleared her voice and began to talk," Mr. and Mrs. Dursley, of number four, Privet Drive were very proud to say that they were perfectly normal...."

It was around one-thirty in the afternoon that the group had started to read the book. They didn't stop until around three in the morning. Reluctantly they had to stop. Regina had gotten very tired, but Kent and Charles still wanted more. She only got a few more sentances past where she said she'd break before all three gradually fell asleep. They had to stop before the first quidditch game, and after the troll broke into the castle. All of them were equally amazed at the story that the book told. Harry had lived such a horrid life. It wasn't as bad as theirs currently, but it was still undeniably bad. They could relate to that. Still, he was a good person. He'd gone out of his way to get that boys, Nevilles, remember ball. Wait, no, it was a remember-all. Ron was a good kid too. He seemed to have bad luck, but he was certainly a good kid. Hermine, they all agreed on, seemed to talk a little too much, but they could relate to her too. If they were invited out of the blue to go from this world to a magical one they'd want to be as smart as possible too. They all hated Malfoy. There was nothing to like about him, him or the Dursleys.


The group awoke around eleven. Charlie was the first to wake up, followed by Regina, and then lastly Kent. There was a small brunch consisting of a stew that none really dared ask what was in it. The girl that opened the door from them had made it. She hadn't really spoken much since then. Well, she really hadn't spoken at all, but she made them food so the two men didn't mind at least.

When the food was finished they continued with the book. It took about another hour for them to finish the book. More exciting adventures were described, and imaginations took over their world. Each of them were on the edge of their seats, or they would have been if they'd been sitting in seats at least. Wild pictures went through each of their minds at interpretations of quidditch matches, flying keys, a live chess set, a three-headed dog, and the face on the back of Quirrells head. They imagined Dumbledore saving Harry although there was no tell of it, and of Voldemort fleeing the scene in a odd form. Each had their own picture in their heads, but it was alike in one way or another. With the final sentence said, Regina closed the book and sat back against the empty book case. There was an odd silence among the room. Finally Charles spoke up.

"That was...AMAZING."

Instantly chatter broke out between the group. Even the silent young girl, which somewhere in there called herself Kimmie, began to talk. All of them mentioned their favorite parts and what they wished that they could do. They laughed when debating over what house each of them would be in, calling out each others faults and strengths. At one point Kent stood up declaring he'd be the best captain of the Quidditch team and did a dramatic pose. Charles pulled him back down telling him he'd be better suited to be the snitch since he was,"So damn good at avoiding being caught." More laughter ensued between the group. Regina related Kimmie to Hermine since she was becoming so smart from what Regina taught her. This was complete new to the men though. They related Regina to Dumbledore, and it gave her a good chuckle. So rare was it that people laughed and smiled these days that if someone saw the group in the room they'd wonder if they were insane. But they weren't. They were just content for once in their life. A faint amount of sunlight struggled and fought it's way into the room and caused the remaining text on the binding to sparkle. More serious discussion came within the group though.
Kent sighed laying back onto the floor letting knotted, messy, long hair spread on the floor," What if everyone was like the people in that book? It'd be nice to have people stick up for you, and to you."

"Maybe the book is something more," Charlie suggested.

"My grandfather, may he rest in peace, once mentioned a book he said people ruled their lives by. A regiomis book he said? Or possibly religious? I
don't know, but this could be one of them." Regina noted.

"You mean, this was supposed to teach people how to live? Like how Harry lived?"

"I think that's what she means, Kent."

Another break of silence came over them before for once the dark eyed Kimmie spoke up," Do you think people would change if they found out about this? That they'd work towards something better in our lives?"

"Maybe Kimmie deary, maybe," Regina pondered on the question.

"We could show them! Have you read it to them, and then people would feel the same way we would! It'd give them hope," Charles sprung up.
Kent soon followed,"Yea, and if we need to we could make an easier to understand book! I didn't understand all those things that bratty boy, Dudely, got for his birthday."

"Yes, change it a bit we should," Regina nodded," Just so others will get the main idea of it."

"How do it we change it though? There's no paper for us to write on, and nothing for us to write with."
For a few moments there was a thoughtful quiescence as each wondered what could be done.

"There's plenty of extra stone lying around, and the charcoal from wood is a pain in the ass to get rid of so you could use that to write with," Kimmie suggested.

The group nodded together at the idea. It would take a while to write out the entire book again, but they could do it. For hours more they talked about what they'd do to change the series so that it'd be more blunt. Suggestions were thrown in left and right and thrown out just the same. At last they came to the conclusion that the book should be put into more literal terms. They should just have snip-its of what had happened that could teach a certain lesson. Maybe they would have chunks of it, but it would be easier to simply have a sentence or two. They also agreed that some thing should be added. Even if it wasn't directly in the book, there were parts that had morals that they thought should still be added.

For five months they worked putting together pieces and parts of the book together. When the final draft was done there was a celebration between them. It wasn't much of one, but it was more than enough. They washed down two jugs of water and had cooked a few small animals that Charles caught. Toasting whatever different object they used to hold their water, they drank the water and smiled at each other. This was the best thing that had ever happened to any of them. In all there was 74 thin plaster boards they'd pieced off from the inner apartment building to write on. They were the size of the walls, give or take a few inches. The writing size differenced since it was by hand, but never got too large. It'd been written in charcoal like suggested. The charcoal had smudged though, so they engraved it on top of that. A few times the boards broke, but luckily each time they were not very far written into. Now it was time to show it to the common people and hope for good reactions. They could've never guessed how drastic it would be.

"Reggie, hurry up! I'm carrying this stuff and I'm faster than you," Kent shouted a joyful smile on his face as he looked back at Regina who was taking her sweet time walking.

"I'm an old woman, Ken! Give me my due," She laughed giving a crooked grin.

Together they walked into the middle of the city. It was where people traded for food, objects, and just about anything of value. The center was more organized than the rest of the city. It was still a mess, but just not as bad. Blocks of cement were put up to make a circle, but it was like a four-year-old drew the perimeter of it. Around the edges were tons of shacks that called themselves shops, and plenty more scrambled around on the inside. People scurried around as if they were ants, trying to get this way then that way. In the middle of it there was a very large block of cement. It was cylinder shaped though. Kent pointed at the cylinder and motioned for them to go over to it. The cylinder would serve as their soap-box, and they'd tell about their discovery as they stood on it.
Forcefully pushing their way through the mob of people the group finally got to the middle. The carefully laid down the plaster tablets against the cylinder, but there were to many so they had to double them up.

Momentarily they argued over who should get up. At first they thought Regina should, but realized in her old age she could never get up. Then Kent and Charles, suddenly stage frightened as they were battled over who should go up. The two were so caught up in their argument that neither noticed Kimmie, who was now dressed in a quaint faded-pink dress , dark skin cleansed beautifully, her short hair neatly brushed, and deep brown eyes beaming, stand up on the cylinder. When the girl began to speak the crowd slowly turned their attention as they noticed other people were. Hundreds of dirty faces, dark, light, tanned, and otherwise, turned to see what this young girl was talking about.

"Everyone," She started out nervously but soon gained faith," Months ago my good friend Kent discovered a book. He brought it to my Grand-mama, Regina, whom you all know when you need labels checked for safety. Kent brought the book to us, and asked us to read it. Upon reading it all of us were stunned at it. It had everything people ever spoke of about books! It lead us on an unimaginable journey that we could have never thought of. There was something more to it though. Behind that journey, behind all of it's magic, we saw there was a deep meaning to this book! Everyday we cry and weep for those that we've lost, we search for food like animals, and do whatever it takes to survive. So many times have we suffered.
And so has the person in the book we read! He was not unlike us! Both parents slain, and forced to be around people who hated and practically abused him! He lived in conditions much like our own, but possibly even smaller! By the time he able to he was treated as a slave, but he was not broken! The boy always held a strong soul, and he had hope. Something so many of us have lost," Kimmie broke her speech for a dramatic pause, the entire center was watching," By reading this book I've found that things can get better. He worked toward it though! This boy from the book, Harry, he didn't sit around when he finally had the chance to do something. He did it, and he worked hard! Though many perils he fought, and always did what was right! He stood up to those that were so cold hearted and cruel, and fought off a great demon! He-who-shall-not-be-named did horrible things, and he struck fear into all of the peoples hearts that lived in that world. That monster needed fear to live, and people to serve him because otherwise he's weak! He's in this world too whether you can see him or not!"

Gasps of horror caused a faint mummer to go on between the gathering of people wondering what this could mean. There was a monster on the loose? Did it need to be hunted down?

Kimmie waited briefly for the chatter to stop before continuing,"But he's not here in the sense that you're thinking. There's no man running the streets that will cause us pain. You-know-who is in us! That's right, taken over us! He's caused us to do horrid things that we all regret. in our hearts. There's hope still! Don't fall into despair, there's too much of that! Within each of us is a Harry, who can battle this monster. Let him out, and have the great ministry from above smile upon you for doing right. Look around at these tablets at my feet. You will see many wise writings we've taken from the book. Take them into consideration, and let us rebuild the lives we were supposed to live. Those of you that decide you agree with this come back in three days, and let us have a reason to live again."

Even after she stopped speaking people didn't move. All of them seemed to be taking into consideration of what she said, but life had to continue on at some point in time. A large proportion of the crowd came over and circled the tablets, and the rest continued on with their shopping. Still, even they eventually came over to see what the whole fuss was about.

When the young Kimmie stepped down she was greeted by a loving hug from Regina without warning," My little Kimmie, when did you grow up and become so wise? I've taught you so well." Kent and Charles alike gave her a hug as she'd become like a younger sister to them. Many congratulations were given to her for a while to come for the wonderful speech that she'd made. Kimmie couldn't do much more than laugh at it and thank them for thanking her. It was such a shock for them to see the quiet girl to get up and talk like that, and they knew it took a lot of courage from her. When they asked her about how she did it the girl simply shrugged, grinned and said," Someone had to."

In three days they came back to the center not sure what to expect. They'd come supposedly early, around eight in the morning, to try and beat anyone being there, but was shocked to discover already large crowd gathering around the cylinder that Kimmie had given her speech on. There were a few rugged looking strong men that even seemed to be guarding the tablets to make sure no one started anything. The four of them were welcomed by actually smiling faces, and were sent up to sit on the cylinder. Regina even got up when she was gently and caringly lifted up onto the cylinder by one of the stronger looking men. She looked like she was going to cry with joy. By noon the crowd had doubled, and by the late afternoon it seemed everyone had come plus their families and a friend. People sat on top of rubble outside the center just to try and fit. There were no shops opening that day with the exception of a few, and not a single fight broke out nor did a single person scream in fear. The day went by in peace, and each of them spoke about their feelings on the book. Apparently they weren't the only people that wanted change, but so did everyone else and their dog, so to say.

From that day forward people gathered to hear a little bit of a speech, and how things could be improved. Ideas popped up, and the leaders in the mass began to show themselves. Peoples abilities became known, and they did everything they could to help. The elderly and the young were taken more care of by request of Regina and Kimmie. Those which were sick were given extra supplies and help. The food supply began to spark as the people learned to farm again, and they did even better than before possibly because of the harsh land they used. Regina began to teach younger civilians, under fifteen, to read. Along with Kimmie's help of course. Charles helped show where to fix things, and Kent showed how. Around fifteen years later they had a successful, peaceful city run by Regina, Kimmie, Kent, Charles, and most importantly Harry Potter.

The book had really taken on a religious point of view. Everyone had been sorted into houses, and the replacement of the sorting hat was a week long watch of what you did, how you did it, and without anyone telling you, you were being watched. Each of the houses original founders were replaced with Regina, Kimmie, Kent, and Charles. There was a long drawn out argument in private over who would have to take Slytherin when finally Kent gave in and took it. Although they liked the names and kept them as they had been before; Slytherin, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw, and Gryffindor. The council who would make the major choices in what was interpreted how and what to mention was to be the new version of the Ministry of Magic. The Head Master was decidedly Regina as well since she was the most knowledgeable person around. The only prefect elected for the while was Kimmie. Anyone who was a leader in anyway was to be referred to as "Professor". Lastly, all must give praise to the life they are living for whomever sacrificed for them. It was directly called "Praising Lilly and James", but it was rarely really to Lilly or James Potter. There were still holidays and breaks like Halloween, Christmas, and Easter, but it was unknown really why they existed other than because the book said so.
It wouldn't take more than twenty years for this to spread around and others to take in this new found "religion".

In later years after the deaths of Regina and company things became more literal, and the characters became more Godly. One really did give praise to the Potter family. As well as to the Gryfindor Saints known as Ron, Hermine, Neville, Fred, George, and many other characters. What was once known as the Devil during the 20th century became known as Voldemort, or to younger, more fearful children, You-Know-Who. The actual book of Harry Potter was kept away from the general public by the Head Master so that the people would not be reminded that it was a storybook and continued to look at it like a religion.

Over the next two century more books popped up and followed the same path. Soon hundreds of other followings were created. Some of the more popular so-called religions were the followings of Wizinity (Harry Potter), Followers/ Ringists (Lord of the Rings), and Lukerins /Forcists (Star Wars). Like any other religion there were sub-devisions of them. Eventually each house from Wizinity was it's own branch. Ringists divided themselves by race, but it ones beliefs that divided them to a certain race rather than the persons actual race. Forcists broke themselves up to be from the many planets that they learned of.

With the coming together of the human race, once more, life flourished. It was as if there was a second renaissance. Technology once lost was dug up and figured out again. Running water was in most homes around the globe, and bathing was a common practice again. Different versions of cars were made that ran on corn oil. Most other transportations ran on corn oil as well. A mail system was once again set up, and sending letters was possible again. Exploration began again and ships from all continents to any destination they could reach. Country boundaries were redrawn, but they were much larger than before. The governments were monarchies ruled by the heads of their religions.More often than not the countries had more than one ruler to make sure that life was fair for everyone. Weapons also started to emerge from their graves, but the most advanced that has yet to be discovered was the machine gun.

As always, there was a group of people that didn't believe in any of the religions out there. Atheists more often than not had a tendency to be negative. Not all of them were, but a good percent was sure that the world was going to collapse again because it was being ruled by fools who believed in some creature in the sky. Some were more serious about this than others just like the religious followers. They were occasionally treated less fairly than those with a belief system, but every other group had that issue too. Someone always thought they were better than the others.

And this is where Alex Gardner comes into the picture.

BOO. D: I dun like this storeh.
This is genious. <3
Eh, you've yet to catch my attention, but I'll keep reading.
Thanks for reading my story.
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