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3000 Years (III)

Present-day  A young-looking, tall, dark-skinned, muscular man walked through the streets of a small town somewhere in the UK countryside, greeting people he saw as he walked by them.  He turned a corner and waited at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to turn green. An elderly lady with filled grocery bags walked up beside him. “Good afternoon Mrs Calliope, could I help you with those?” He asked. She looked up at him and smiled, “Why thank you, dear. You’re too kind”. “No thanks necessary, I’m just trying to do my part for the community”, he replied, returning her smile. When the light turned green he helped her cross, “Would you like me to help carry these the whole way home?” “Oh no, dear. You’ve done plenty already, I can manage from here”, she said. “Alright then, if you insist. Have a nice afternoon, Mrs Calliope”, he said, waving to her as he walked away, “Say hi to the grandkids for me”. “Thank you, I will.”, Mrs Calliope said before walking back to her house. The ma...
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3000 Years (II)

  He held his palm out towards William and shot out a column of flames towards him, scorching the ground under them. William lazily side-stepped to avoid being hit.  William crouched, bending his legs, and leapt forwards toward Thomas, his fist clenched and his arm drawn back. His fist made impact square in the middle of Thomas’ face with a satisfying crunch . Thomas reeled back, staggering. Blood was pouring out of his nose, and he spit some out off to the side. No longer grinning, he stomped his foot hard on the ground, bringing up stone pillars around William which closed in quickly. William jumped up, avoiding the attack, and kicked his feet up at an angle, propelling him down toward Thomas. He grabbed Thomas by the front of his cloak and threw him on the ground.  “When will you stop this, Thomas? Surely you must be getting tired of losing to me”, William asked, a pleading look on his face.  “On the contrary, my dear William, I’m just getting started. And one of ...
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3000 years (I)

3000 years ago In the centre of a village to the north, a raven-haired, pale-skinned man in a black cloak stood with his arms outstretched, turning around to take in the fruit of his hard work.   He laughed.  After seeing the destruction and anguish he caused, he laughed.  His high-pitched, maniacal laugh piercing the heavens. His side-swept, unkempt hair blew in the gusts of wind coming by. He stopped when he saw the silhouette of a person at the entrance gate to the village.  He smiled.  “How’s this Willy? Do you like what I’ve done to the place?”  William Carmine sighed and stepped forward, moving towards the man.  “Are you satisfied yet, Haynes? Does doing this to innocent villages bring you joy?” William asked, continuing to move slowly towards Thomas Haynes, dragging his feet. “Why, of course”, Thomas replied, grinning, “although it would have been better if you didn’t evacuate everyone”. “Thirty years of this nonsense and you don’t seem eve...
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