A sickness swept over the Earth, followed by erratic people who could no longer control their emotions. Quickly this started to diminish to another devastating tragedy. Calculated explosions went off in every continent, the order given by an unidentified male.  

Presently Terra runs away from the only place she knows. 
Hiding behind her mismatched eyes, she prays for someone to help her. When she wakes up in a strange bed, it could be the answer to her whispers. 

Can the strange occupants of this new environment crack open the stone shell encasing her?

And can they come together to find the truth?

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Terra

The group of scientists gathered within the same room, all their eyes on the large screen on the wall. "As you all can see, this chart shows how many people have been infected and those that have passed after being infected." Ryan notified his colleagues. 


He clicked a button on the remote he held and glanced back to the information, "This shows which age groups have been affected, as well as how long they live before the bug thoroughly ends its journey." Hums ran through the room as all the occupants studied the statistics. 


"On to a new and exciting topic. I have created a new element called, Pixalte and we will be commencing testing in a few days." Ryan ended the slides and sat down on the head chair, "The substances I used for this new product will be kept a secret and only the president will know. For safety purposes." 


Father