A beginning of the end.

The cool Mediterranean wind blew by rustling the elephant grass. Tall buildings stood in what is depicted as a wasteland. A place where technovation was embraced more than thier religion. A short plumpy girl was strolling down the pavements with a bouquet of flowers in hand. She had been in charge of buying flowers at her sister's wedding. Unlike her sister's who inherited unknown genes, she was a complete replica of her mother; short, a yellow ish tinge to her dark skin and heavy calves that thundered as she walked. Tola had long forgotten her dark past and often choose to ignore it. In reality, she was a slave who once worked for a ruthless owner. Tola had scars along her back from lashes of whips. A kind family was willing to take her in and forget her un noble past. To mask the trauma which she had, she kept a bubbly and joyful persona where most people around her forgot the last time they had seen her frown or scowl. Just as he's was nearing their small gate, she was hit in the head rendering her unconscious.---

------------------------------------------_-------------_--------------Subsequently, in the vast waters of the Pacific, a young man was running away from a forced betrothal. Being pampered all his life he was expecting his father to revoke the decree. After touring the great dark continent, he became infatuated with a stout girl from the Mediterraneans. His hands became exhausted with paddling and just when he was drifting off to sleep, his vessel was abducted and locked inside a larger ship. Lapis screamed his throat sore and soon saw it bore no fruit.

The large ship rested upon the shores of the Indian ocean in an unknown island. The vegetation was tropical and there were mangrove trees. The beach was clean like no foot had ever stepped in. 'This is what Africa looks like to an unrefined eye.' Tola thought while fighting her voluminous tangles resting upon her delicate head. The waves crashed softly against the sand pulling and pushing out new layers. A tall pale white boy about 3 years older than her. Never had Tola seen a beautiful being. She could swear the boy was prettier than even herself. Tola continued to gawk at the doll in a trance

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