"AHHHHHHH!!!!"
The high pitched scream rang out of the Mayors office into the villiage of Silver Lune...
After the creation of life in Silver Lune Valley, the people prospered, businesses flourished. The people were happy. Leslie Fireheart was the first Mayor of Silver Lune, a Mayor elect by the people.
It wasn't often that a car would go through Silver Lune, but this was an extreme circumstance. A harsh wailing rang through the town...
50 AC [After civilization], Leslie decided to step down from his post as Mayor. He passed his son the Key to the Town. Leslie shook Crispin's hand and stepped down off the podium, grabbing Crispin's only son, Oliver. His grandson smiled at him, only a few months old. He knew that Oliver would one day take the place of his son Crispin.
The Mayor's secretary was in hysterics. What a tragic sight...
In 85 AC Crispin smiles at his son. The traditional passing of the Key ceremony was around again. Crispin made a wonderful speech about how he remembered the day, 35 years ago, when his Father handed over the Key to Silver Lune. His baby grandson Dennis started crying, and he let Oliver take the stand.
The Ambulance van pulled into the hospital out of town. Doctors rushed about the victim. The head doctor shook her head and pronounced the time of Death...
100 AC and a young man strolls onto the stage. He looks out over the people with a wide grin. His hair slicked back, a gleam in his eye.
His father pat him on the shoulder and gave him a smile.
"You will do well Dennis. Make your Father, Grandfather and Great Grandfather proud my boy. Make us proud, and carry on our legacy."
Half an hour ago, Mayor Dennis Fireheart had finished writing up lease papers. He smiled and poured himself some lemonade. He was looking out the window having a look at the birds of spring.
Suddenly a tingling sensation went up the mans arm. His glass dropped to the floor, shattering loudly. Lemonade and ice along with glass shards spilled across the floor. Dennis gripped his arm and fell to his knees. His side felt numb and he couldn't breathe. He groped for the phone on his desk, knocking the receiver off the the set, mashing whatever his buttons he could. He gripped his chest, and with a sharp intake of breath he collapsed on the floor.
...Present Moment...
Doctor Sharins shook her head and sighed. "He is dead."
A tear rolled down her cheek as she went to make the phone-call to inform the citizens of Silver Lune.
"You will do well Dennis. Make your Father, Grandfather and Great Grandfather proud my boy. Make us proud, and carry on our legacy."
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