French FairyTale Rough Draft (Page Final)

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It was then at that moment All things were New, the fabled interval age of All things New happened. The mutated children lost their immortality and now could age and reproduce. These children would grow up to be the intelligence incarnations of All things. The damnation of the Adzevs led to the freeze on the hands of the Clock of All Clocks of "The Clock of All things."

The Humours flourish at the disappearance of the Adzev. The watchers of "The Clock of All things" built a pillar with all the stories to come, to hold up the Omniverse above their own realm of Damnation.

And so the children would forever hold the mysteries of the Omniverse unconsciously.

The End

French FairyTale Rough Draft (Page Three)

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The great savior the Primeval Mother-
-came to them, the watchers, and spoke to them what they must do. The watchers society told them that the creator of their world was lost in darkness and needed to be saved. Some of the Humour children on their boats built by the watchers, sailed into the vast Ocean Sea. While the others stayed behind to enjoy their world.

It was then the battle begun and the Samadla Order sent out its bombers and aircrafts to destroy the Adzev Empire. That is when the foolish pilot accidentally dropped the bomb-

-that extinguished the island inhabitants.

The children that stayed behind were killed and all but a few aquatic animals escaped into the volcanic ventilated trenches of the Ocean Sea. The children that had sailed away-

-were not unaffected though; They were not killed instead they were mutated.

The empires fought till they both destroyed each other. Chaos followed as the empires traces disappeared. The makers of 'The Clock of All things', aka the watchers, knew to prevent the death of All things. Instead of having them all, the Dwellers, be destroyed they damned them under the desert they created on the Adzev home world...

French FairyTale Rough Draft (Page Two)

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It was there they had created the prototype human beings. They had wanted a being capable of finding every bit of suffering as a joyous experience. The prototype feeling of laughter had already existed in the Adzev and dweller people. This ability was enhanced and refined, they called this refinement of laughter, humour, which the creations are named. The Humours were made to seem as if they physically mocked as they felt. The watchers at sometimes escaped to and enjoyed the world of the Humours.

The world was of great delight and fun; no weapons, war, or unfriendly competition. Their world was paradise. Their island was as if a sort of heaven. The anthropomorphic animals too were in harmony with them. Their world was the eye in the storm of chaos just beyond their world. The war to end all wars, the battle of the Empires was going to take place above the skies of the Humour world.

Sadly there was nothing the watchers society could do but watch as the threats close in. It was down to the last two Empires, the Samadla Order and the Adzev Empire. All the chess pieces in position and ready to battle.

While below the Humours enjoyed their world as if it was going to last forever, that destruction would never reach their world...