Rumors have it that there will always be someone greater than you.
Life is a creation of sentience, actions, and effect.
When life experiences enough to make it come crashing down, it is no longer life, it is now death.
Words are used to describe something, it can be a entity, an object, or a feeling.
In order to define the current era, it can be said that the current era is known for its recovery after death. Prior to this current era, there was life and death. Constantly encircling one another in a vicious cycle that saw no end.
People from the previous era claim to see Demons and Gods roaming the world, some of them said to experience natural disasters, others claimed to see the sky shatter to reveal a brand new world.
All of these conclusions can be drawn from a very well known fact about the outcome that still effects time.
Implemented into the minds of every living being, there lingers a sensation that projects a will of an entity. That being said, no one knows what the goal or objective of this entity is.
Loads of people come to the conclusion that this lingering information is dangerous, others claim it's a sign of salvation, others say it's harmless entirely.
All anyone knows is that it's called 'Caveat'.
No one knows where this term came from, all they know is that once this had happened, they began to attach this word to this unknown piece of information that dictates the current era.
The world that once was peaceful, engulfed in war and conflict, became invaded by other entities, and now became a revolution for the natives.
This 'Caveat' was their saving grace, or their downfall.
This era is now coined as the era of Recovery.
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"There's no time left... it's do or die now."
"All hopes are placed on to this, don't let us down."
"Alfred, may you come out safe and sound."
"We have no more regrets, just hope for the new generation."
With those last words being spoken, a man named Alfred moves forward towards a gate. There he sees a shimmer of faint smoke clouded by a gleam of light that traps air. The gate seems to be similar to a blackhole, trying to suck him inside and drag him within it's gapping doors.
Alfred, moves forward step by step, inch by inch. Fearless but not entirely unperplexed by his decision. All he knows is that once he steps into the door, he'll be confronted with the unknown.
"One step for man, another step for humanity-"
That was the last sighting of this famous figure, a man named Alfred.
Closing his book, a boy looked down at the cover of the book titled, 'History of Recovery'. The book itself looked new, similar to any other book people would find online if they were to browse any shopping site with books.
He flips the book over trying to see if anything interesting stood out to him only to be left disappointed.
'It really was just a normal book'
Earlier, he had thought he had come across something life-changing, only to be met with disappointment with how underwhelming reality was in comparison to his imagination.
The boy wasn't expecting much at first glance when he had first received said book, only after reading through the contents, did he start to envision something, as if he was absorbed into the world of the book itself.
Standing up from his desk, he walks around the classroom. Around him as he glances around, he sees his classmates all talking to one another during break period, anyone could do whatever they want but they'd eventually return to learning.
As a student, he was obviously fitted with everyone else here, it's just that he was probably the only one in the entire class reading a book instead of socializing. Thinking no further, he walked out to head over to the restroom.
Washing his hands he couldn't help but look at himself in the mirror, he didn't think he was considered 'good looking', at most he'd have clean looking skin, a fair complexion, and a slightly fit body.
He wasn't obsessed with his health like others, nor was he someone who actively tried to maintain his lifestyle. He enjoyed doing things with little to no care, he enjoyed the sensation of following his heart and being guided by his actions to seek happiness, not entertaining a second of a thought about his future.
This was his youth and his life, taking life as it is and following the path like a downwards stream. The stream of life will guide him along the way and he'll follow.
Drying up his hands, he exits and shoves his hands in his pockets. Not wanting to interact with others and keeping to himself, he walks down the hallway to return to his class as he notices the clocks on the wall indicating that break will be over soon.
Entering the classroom, he skims over the heads of everyone as if trying to remember everyone in the class. He knows some of them due to their conversations that he occasionally listens in on, some who are quite good looking, others who seem to stand out based on their attitude.
There are quite a few particular figures within the class that can be categorized as worth remembering. A popular boy in the class who is always talking and chatting with a group of people, never giving off the feeling of someone to fear, but rather someone that could be followed. A leader in short.
He was quite popular due to his athleticism, charisma, and his social skills. One could already imagine how popular he'd be amongst girls but he wasn't. It was mainly because he wasn't single, but in a relationship.
That thought leads him to skim over a girl who was also one of the popular figures in the class, the girlfriend of that boy.
Although he wasn't exactly well connected with everyone in the classroom, especially the girls, but she had always stood out to him. She was someone who gave the feeling of being both graceful and elegant, not overbearing or arrogant.
She spoke politely to everyone, became jovial and happy when in deep discussion, and always gave off a feeling of mutual respect to anyone talking to her.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel the dynamics of this class was already so far from himself that he had shut himself off from others.
Truthfully speaking, he didn't want to be detached from everyone in the class, but he couldn't bring himself to get close to anyone. He was just your normal loner who likes to spend time doing their own hobbies, nothing exciting, and he wasn't well-tuned with the current events of life. It was just hard to talk about anything that could be relatable nor have anything to hold a conversation.
Long ago when he was a child, people had tried to talk to him but he simply had no idea how to socialize with anyone, they'd speak a couple of words to one another but eventually him and the other person would get quiet, awkwardly quiet and eventually they'd break off from him to talk to someone else.
This kind of behavior has continued to happened and now, it has become a habit of his to fall into silence in conversations if he had no interest in continuing or if the conversation broached a topic of something out of his expertise.
Soon enough, the ring of the bell signaling the beginning of class rung and everyone slotted into their own assigned seats. The teacher walked in and began roll call, slowly calling everyone's name.
"Mabel?"
"Here!"
"John?"
"Present."
"Lexi?"
"Here."
"Ron?"
"Here!"
"Alex?"
"Here!"
"Jack?"
"I repeat, Jack are you here?"
Slowly I turned my head from looking out the window towards the teacher.
"Present."