A Writer’s Book of Days Exercise: The End

I was deep in the grid when Oberon fell. He was to have taken out the security on the servers. We were waiting for them to go down. They never did. This time, no one expected him to return, and this time, he didn’t surprise us. It all fell apart.

Those of us in the deep escaped the burn, but we lost the first level in the grid, lost the Broken Fellowship, lost so many. Put on ice, minds gone, and there was nothing we could do about it. It was over. We’d gone as far as we could go, and it hadn’t been far enough.

All I was left with was my life, and the memory of hope lost.

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by | Oct 14, 2011

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