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~Chapter One: The Beginning of the End I was sitting up on a old car, watching for night hawks and such. It was probably around two in the morning, and the cult was sleeping restlessly. Jack was mumbling in his sleep, something about fish, I think. It was quiet, a bit too quiet. Hmm... The city was silent and dirty. And broken, almost beyond repair. I remember when it had been a little better. It was sad, really, just a few months ago, I would have been taking my house, food, and parents for granite. But they were dead now, and there was no going back, I jumped as Reggy tapped my hand. "You should get some rest, Jay," he said softly. Look

 the night the night lay like a vale, over me. heavy and soundless yet, it is light as a feather, crisp in your lungs, dark to your eyes, but clearing of the mind. it gives you the wings to fly, but keeps you grounded, it is softer then any blanket.   even in the coldest night, it wraps you up, with the arms of the wind, the stars, and the moon. the night may be cruel and harsh, but it is always there for you.