[Free E-book] Dark Neology Stories - David's Legacy

 

The events described here take place approximately three years before the prologue of Dark Neology – Dante’s Gray Pages, of which David’s Legacy is a spin-off. Enjoy your reading.

It had been over three years since that old highway was last used for any practical purpose, the Old John was once regarded as the pride of a route where billions in merchandise flowed every month. Heavy cargo now traveled through underground routes, light packages arrived by drone, and people rarely left the hyper-urban conglomerates.

But on that sweltering summer morning, just as the first rays of sunlight pierced the trees, a slender young man walked alone down the road. His mud-caked boots dragged dry forest leaves in his wake, and his faded jeans were soaked up to the shins. Slung over his shoulder, an old backpack held nothing but a handful of dreams and on his face, the bright gaze of someone who, living far from the cities, had not yet been broken.

The young man, with his long twig legs, walked for hours along the endless stretch of asphalt—long enough to dry his jeans completely, but not enough to dim the vitality in his face. The trees had vanished from the roadside, giving way to a desolate black expanse where everything had burned; the remains of ruined farms still smoldered in the distance, which the wanderer avoided looking at.

At last, he emerged from the clinging fog, a crooked smile tugging at his lips, and ahead, he saw the skyscrapers looming—so tall they’d dwarf even the road itself, if it stood upright.

He shrugged and shifted the backpack strap higher over his protruding trapezius, its weight already carving into his skin.

— Who would’ve thought humans built this, —The thought echoed as he stared at the megacity rising on the horizon, unable to look away, fascination deepening with every step forward.

About ten minutes later, he came upon the “Cor Marshall” sign. His eyes squinted at the monument flashing on the screen—the griffin-bear holding WCA’s flag, marching like a soldier. Below, a strip of fabric danced in the wind, faint blue letters glowing across its surface. In smaller print, hard to decipher, was the message:

“Welcome to the capital of the WCA, financial heart of the entire world and beyond.”

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