| My beautiful work in progress. This is the prologue; will be replaced with other chapters as they are typed. |
| My beautiful work in progress. This is the prologue; will be replaced with other chapters as they are typed. |


Destin Brise: ProloguePrologueDestin Brise: Prologue
Earth. Four billion years ago.
A few hundred million years had passed since the Earth had first coalesced out of the debris surrounding the Sun, and meteor strikes were less frequent. The dull gray of solidified rock was covering more of the surface.
To any who might have seen it, the Earth was still a Hades, its molten rock like the fires of the netherworld, the lifeless rock a memory of some lost apocalyptical plain. No life existed, nor by the laws of nature should exist for about another million years or so. There was nothing of note about the desolate world, except perhaps the great yellowi


Painted HeartPainted HeartPainted Heart
A heart so fragile, so weak, yet so strong.
A heart with scars, so horrifying, yet somewhat beautiful.
A heart so loving, so big,
so kind..... Yet it truly isn't.
The true heart within, has scars, deeper than they appear.
A shriveled-up heart, gut wrenching and sick.
A heart, not truly red, but black, whose master is Satan.
A heart, that does not feel.
A heart, so cold, capable of slaughtering, a mere child.
But,
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Go and die..........
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Jack O'Neill: What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?
Daniel Jackson: [raising his hand] Uh, I do.
Jack O'Neill: Bad example.
XD
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Dont follow in my footsteps......I run into walls
dA Family:
Sisters: SpiritGoddessTamiko
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don't you just luv kittes?
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Jack O'Neill: What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?
Daniel Jackson: [raising his hand] Uh, I do.
Jack O'Neill: Bad example.
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I'M SPIDER PIG!!! oink
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Jack O'Neill: What kind of archaeologist carries a weapon?
Daniel Jackson: [raising his hand] Uh, I do.
Jack O'Neill: Bad example.
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don't you just luv kittes?
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