This World is WEird huh? (Book 1)

-A freaking Prologue?!-

...Heroes huh...what are heroes?...

"Heroes, huh? What are heroes?

Those who claim to help, for no good reason.

Who's to say who's good or worthy?

All I see are people with stories.

Is one worthy of praise?

For helping in a time of pain?

Who gets to see heroes?

And how long do they last?

?...Boy, that shit sounds ass haha...

-(Scene cuts to a world fighting between races)-

Between humans, Demi-Humans, Orcs, Elves, Demons, Dwarves, Goblins and etc...endless bloodshed for no reason why was there so much hate between each race why were they so hateful towards one another As far as the eye can see, the battlefield stretches. The sky is tinted red, not from the setting sun, but from the blood constantly staining its fabric.

The grass was once green and luscious. The ground was rich and fruitful, fertile even. But now, not a living plant could be found. The trees were destroyed long ago, the forest that once spread across the land a burning memory.

The ground is a barren wasteland, the few rocks remaining in this desolate battlefield are stained with the same scarlet liquid that flows through the soil.

The battlefield's bloodshed stems from a long history of conflict among the races. The hatred is deepset within their cultures, passed down for centuries. Each race sees itself as superior to the others, believing that their way of life is the only correct one.

The humans see themselves as the top of the hierarchy, and believe the other races should bow down to them.

The dwarves feel the same, believing that only they should be allowed to dig to the precious treasures buried in the mountains.

The elves see themselves as the guardians of the forests, and see the other races as intruders and foes.

?: So much hate...why must they show it towards each other

??: My love it is their faith come we have more important matters to attend to

?: But it aches my heart to see them destroy each other even after all we did to create them can we not save them

??: (sigh) your compassion for these creatures is something I do admire you for but-

?: I Do Not Wish to see these creatures perish this way!

???: (Sigh) I do not disagree with you. The war is foolish, the bloodshed needless. But we cannot intervene. The creatures are the source of their own ruin, and none can save them from themselves. (Sigh) I understand your pain, but such is life.

???: If it pains your heart, look away. For if you bear witness to their self-destruction, you shall only suffer with them. It is better to focus on other matters, such as we do.

??:I REFUSE!!!

???: (Sigh) very well. You are persistent. (Sigh) then, be a witness to the demise of these creatures. Watch as they tear each other apart. Feel the anguish and pain as they destroy themselves. There is no use in fighting it. Just sit back and bear witness to their decline.

??: There has to be another way to save them

???: (Sigh) there are ways, yes. Not all is lost. Yet, for the creatures to be saved, they must first make the choice to change their ways. We can provide them with the knowledge and guidance, but at the end of the day, it is their choice whether or not to follow our advice.