-----Story 1-----
-----Part 1-----

Sometimes we learn to live again, and sometimes we learn to see the world in a new way. For people without a name, learning to live is probably the hardest thing. For without a name, and without a calling what do you have to start? A name is everything to everyone. And now, forevermore, my name shall be "Nemo."

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The world, as it is today, is something abnormal and quite funny. People life their lives, and don't seem to notice me in this city of dreams. They seem to call it, the city that is, Resura. Resura, is the word for relife, or being reborn. And I guess in a way the city was reborn, after the many disasters of the world.
The city is over 5 miles wide, and accounts for almost anything you'd dream of, from the sins of man to the glories of man. A quarter of the city is corrupt, and the rest is pretty much average joe life. No one talks to anyone anymore. The disasters have cost to many people their hearts and their souls, people, except the new young ones, have almost become like zombies.
And well, the young ones aren't that much better. They still refuse to do much in the means of trusting others, and letting them in. Everyone plays it safe like the world might end the next day; but they dont wanna be hurt if they lose whoever they might trust. Just like I lost the person I trust, and my name... Who knows what my name is? I wish I knew.... but for now, and forevermore, my name shall be "nemo."

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"Breathe in, and breathe out. The world is full of feelings class, and you need to see that... or else the world won't prosper as it did 20 years ago. And we need to push forward for the world to get back to how it was," the teacher explain to the class, as she was flipping through the history book. "Remember your assignment... look up a fact about the past and be ready to tell it tomorrow! Dismissed!"
The kids weren't so restless as they were indifferent. Homework wasn't their favorite thing, but they chatted on the way out. I donno why I stayed in that class, or why I even bothered with school. The teachers didn't know my name and people seemed to change it where ever I went. But I always told them "Nemo". Why shouldn't I at least have something to draw affection from? Why shouldn't I be honoured with a name? Even if it was just so people could talk to me and not address me as child or stupid brat.
People preach tooo much, its often addressed to us through the speakers of the tv's we pass walking through the halls, and the streets of Resura. Trying to put into our heads that we should be keeping up our emotions and try to find someone to 'love' or hold or whatever they say. I know being the one without a name how could I get something like that, so I always tuned it out, and just bathed myself in my memories.
Well I did, until that day, when "nemo" wasn't acceptable anymore. A prophecy, telling that one without a true name, would be the downfall of humanity. Then; people pushed me out, kicked me out of where I stayed and let me run the streets wild, and free, but alone. "You all would hate it being down here too! Why must you kick the ones you teach out! Why don't you practice what you preach!" I'd yell back at the town as I could only find truely peaceful shelter out there. The rest of the world, didn't fair as good as the city. Places were either desert, or forest, or nothing but a wreckage of ruins. That's why people named Resura, Resura, cause it was a reborn place to live. And I was no longer apart of Resura....

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