Our Legacy| Gears of War Fanfic.

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞

"It began, as always, with a desire for power. The need to conquer, the hunger to consume. Inevitability, this led to conflict. Humanity fought an endless battle against itself. Until it was forced to unite against a power that was far greater than anyone has ever known. But even united, humanity left destruction in it's wake. Despite  their best efforts at survival, the humans of Sera continued to march blindly into their intimidate doom. Unaware that their misguided attempts at retaliation were only leading them closer to extinction. They had thought us crippled by their weapons of mass destruction. But to survive is to endure and prosper. And we have most certainly survived. Jacinto now stands as the last bastion of humanity, a final, desperate defence in the face of impossible odds. In a way...I pity them...but humanity, as always, brought this upon itself. And this is were the wonderful possibility's reach. A Queen will lead us to victory, for the extinction of man. In order to rebuild what they have stolen. And you... Ronin were meant to lead our Legacy, upon their extinction." Myrrah looks down at her daughter.

With motherly passion, the woman had vengeance boiling within her veins. But, she made an exception to one, single, human. She saw something in this child from the begging. Her father was apart of the Delta Squad and then slaughtered in front of her sister's eyes. Then it was her sister's turn, they pulled an unspeakable death card on her. Ronin was only six years old and devastated to see both death's. 

Soon enough she would take the rightful place, on the Throne, and begin to bring humanity to it's extinction. The dooms day clock ticked, and the queen became impatient. She closed the book of her version of 'Society'. Ronin was meant to be the best of the Locust. Better then most of them.

To conquer you needed to learn to hide emotions. Myrrah expected them to train her to the best of her capability's.  To end a species was their commitment. The Locust were beings that were genocidal. They were a race of mutated humans that established their civilisation in the subterranean regions of Sera, known as the Hollow. The fate of humanity itself surrounded it's self in protection, fending off the impossible. But how long can they defend the weak from the Locust? Even though the Pendulum Wars went on for 66 years. Humanity never gave up their hope, Jacinto was the last beacon of hope for humanity. But how long can that last?