From the Ashes - Chapter One: Phineas Irvine Tied to a chair with the barrel of a gun in his mouth wasn’t the way Phineas had expected to start his day.From the Ashes - Chapter One: Phineas Irvine by mistressjera
The worst part - Phineas laughed at himself for even thinking this. That was the worst part? - was trying not to gag. At any moment a musketball could be ripping through the roof of his mouth and turning his brain, and likely most of his head, into cottage cheese, and he was worried about vomiting onto his lap.
The man on the more favorable end of the gun looked as though he was having almost as bad of a day as Fin was. His deep grey uniform was dirty and rumpled, one eye sporting quite the shiner. He was obviously a fellow of lesser rank, trying desperately to do something in front of his superior that might move him up a notch. Chances were, he didn’t know exactly what he had, and Phineas was counting on that. If this man found out the truth about him…well, the walls would have been
From the Ashes - Prologue Everyone who knows the truth is dead.From the Ashes - Prologue by mistressjera
The ones who weren’t incinerated in the initial blast were taken by the blight that followed, with not so much as a breath to explain. Nobody knew what happened. Nobody knew why.
The snow came thereafter, a blackened fall of ash that hung in the sky, slowly drifting its way to the earth, blocking out most of the sunlight and plunging the world into darkness. Plants withered. Animals died. And we, the plague on the world that is human existence, struggled to survive.
The remaining few, suffering through pestilence, famine, and the infallible spirit of human cruelty, gave birth to the next generation, the children who would carry what was left of the world.
But something was different. The human condition is a disease itself, a virus that eats away at its host but is too simple, too unevolved to know that it should never kill it. An e