The old man traveled through the canal admiring the surrounding area,
what once had been a decadent yet sprawling city was now dormant, a
slowly banishing legacy of times where humanity prospered beyond the
ghastly domes and spires they called home.
The old man knew
the surrounding area well up to the main bridge everyone called the
black bridge, no one dared
cross from that point on with no specific reason as to why this was
like this, the old man was not superstitious
but did care more for his life than younger peers, many of which
never made it back many years ago.
His
raft was somewhat impressive considering the type of material used
was rare to find, the old man played it off and ignored the requests
to know more of the source, in reality the old man knew quite well
what was beyond the black bridge.
While
young this man had traveled to the black bridge
and beyond, discovered a large settlement that thrived by trading
with the neighbors to the north and south of their location, some of
these neighbors knew quite well of a place where they could get some
quality metal.
This
metal would indeed prove to be a valuable trading commodity, the old
man at that time had helped dismantle some of the old ships in order
to recycle the materials, for this effort he was rewarded
considerably with land, a house and enough trading currency to live a
few years in basic comfort without
the need to work.
But the young man decided to leave this behind and move north, to
where the old Corporations ruled for many years and where their left
over monuments littered the horizon, many works also being undertaken
to bring them down for new uses, destroying a history they did not
wish to remember.
During
one of the operations the group in which he worked made a discovery
that chilled them to the bone, a human trapped in a metal cocoon,
alive, waking this human up
had been a terrible mistake as it took wrathful vengeance upon them,
they ran, not too far but
they ran.
The
young man was the last one alive, the ghost of the old world warned
him about coming for him if he ever returned to this land and to warn
the rest to leave or suffer the same fate, the young man warned
anyone who would hear him and kept running back home.
To
this date the old man watches the black bridge,
he was saw the silhouette of a figure he immediately recognized as
the ghost of the old world, for a day they looked at each other
without making a move, the ghost faded and so did the spirit of the
young man.
