Right, I've had this in my harddrive for some time. Boredom at work makes interesting stories. Really it does.
I wrote this some time around late December, thus the Christmas influence on this piece. Its more futuristic to a simplicity, and it is not in our time era, and do not get pissed off because I included politics in the beginning.
Not sure on if I will make this into an actual RP for the "Christmas in July" or whatever, even December? I don't know. Needs a lot more work than what I have currently, this is just a rough draft, so to speak. The basis, if this were to become an RP, would pretty much be testing your world and country history, as many of the events that happen, are reoccuring past times.
The Lost Christmas Eve
Every night, you look out your window. The twenty-five days until what use to be called Christmas, you would see a small being, a small child walking on the snowy nights. And you silently wonder: does it have a home? Every year, for twenty five days of December, it replayed. No one has been able to track down this small child, but is positive it is the same small child, and it never ages – it appears everywhere at the same time of the night, for oh so many years.
The year is 2120; technology has surprisingly not gone much further than what it had in the 21st Century. Population had exceeded much more than what the world was able to handle and contain. Death became a constant, mostly of suicides due to stress and population overwhelming. The world became chaotic in itself, World Wars thereafter World War II left the countries torn apart. The meanings of family are no more, school is replaced by machinery and books are considered to be non-existent. Weaponry has not seen past nuclear enhancement. And that seems to be a favourite to threaten with.
Until World War III.
In January 2011, after making nearly a half way mark in his presidency, Barack Obama had underestimated the Iraqi. His ideas were clear: remove the US Troops from the Middle East, clear out of what can cause more of a world failure. Unfortunately, the choices of the previous elected president, George W. Bush, didn’t make this set up as simple as possible. Over half of the US soldiers never made it home that month, almost all of those that never made it home were claimed to have been dead, murdered, or held hostage.
World War III began in the following February after Obama declared a defense war against Iraq – many of the people worldwide had became shocked of this decision. Drafts became needed, until midyear, when Europe and Canada aided the US. Russia joined Iraq; Japan sided with US, Mexico with Russia and Iraq and the majority of the Middle East. Australia aided the US as well.
The war officially ended December 25th, 2053, with a peace treaty signed by all countries that had survived called
The Treaty of the Lost Christmas Day.Population of the world decreased by 68%, all deaths to the brutal war. World War III was considered to be the ‘Near End to all Wars’. It lasted forty-two years with replaying the historical memories of World War II, the Holocaust, Vietnam, and 9/11. The most deadly war known to man, with more than 50% of the world’s land destroyed. Countries that were too small fell to the hands of the surrounding opponents. Massacred, tortured, and held in camps.
To leave your house was a suicide. You could only hide if you were not in battle. Families sought help from one another, cried and prayed to be forgiven and be saved, clung to their children for dear life, and often died in such way if their basement housing was found. So much fear.
During the war, many families, and children (especially those whom were still young when the war first broke out) became out of practice with the common holidays, birthdays, and the “what to do’s” of a daily life. Slowly things began to return into their routine as it once was before World War III. But still something was missing: a holiday. What was Christmas? What was Easter? Halloween? All myths or childish dreams?
School. Church. Work. Sleep.
All anyone ever knew - if they would even walk outside their home.
The land mass was absolutely destroyed. Many countries merged together, or formed small colonies of what they could. Rebuilding was a must, and now there was even room to complete a new rebuilding process. It was like living in a whole new land. But the good news from this war was that nuclear weaponry was no more. The bad news, it was common to run into nuclear poison. World War III laid to waste the use of nuclear power for threats, and artillery was rare to find – often reverting back to the use of knives and swords if a maker was found. It seemed to be that the war sent the world back through time to the Medieval Era.
For years, it remained like this, very slowly returning to a ‘normal’ and more ‘civilized’ way of life. People became either more dependants on another, or completely strayed away from others. But it was nearly impossible to sit down, relax, and enjoy a day.
But every year, until now, 2120, for twenty-five straight days in the month of December, that same small child from the year before, and the year before that, has been spotted to walk the streets and forest. No matter where you are, you see the child, at the same time of the day. Every night, twenty-five nights, looking exactly the same at 6PM. This tradition started since the night of the Peace Treaty was signed.
Some rumour that it is a spirit of a child that had died during the war.
Some claim it is an angel.
To some, a devil.
The belief varies to who you speak to, or what religion you’re from, if a religion at all. A haunting memento. The memory of the wars. This time
no one will forget the history.
But things are changing, oh are they changing. Though not one person attends a library: new or if left standing from the war, it remains open. But technology seemed to have picked up the pace once more and there is no need to keep a library open. Many governments just close and board up the buildings, not caring one bit to what happens to it. However, not one library has been vandalized. Strangely enough, it’s rumoured that each of them are haunted, and no one goes near them.
People hold questions, but none search for clues or answers.
Genetic alters. At least, that is what people claim for odd folk. If your eyes are different, if you’re fast, if you hallucinate, etc. Most is blamed toward nuclear radiation that trailed in the blood lines.
No one sees them as normal. But then again, everyone is different.
And you feel haunted, for no reason. The December of 2120 seems colder than what it had once been. Days have appeared to be longer. But you remember, on the first of December, if you look out your window at 6PM this very night, you will see that small child standing and facing you. No detail due to shadows, but enough to see the outline of the child. And this year, it’s giggling in your dreams as you think of it over the last week of November.
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