Status: Work In Progress.

The Flight of Youth

The inevitable truth is that all things go to hell. What is created as gold is slowly turned to the most common of minerals. The perennial cycle of life is always as such. You are born golden. You die stone. Things begin precious, but end worthless. Although we as humans do not like to think of things as such, it is our manifest destiny. The only thing we can do is attempt to slow our own deterioration.
  1. Prologue.
    An epigram for the story.
  2. Chapter One.
  3. Fin.
    After a LONG time away from Mibba after just joining, this story is being discontinued.