To those of us whom we have forgot,
War is inevitable, we must fight to create a new era, an era much better from the previous one. When war falls upon us, we're back to the start, building a new world from the destruction we created. We thought if we could prevent war, we could stop people from getting hurt, even if it's for a short period of time.
We continued like this for a while, repeating the mistake over and over again. Once war broke out, it would run havoc on those who get caught in its merciless wrath. To prevent that, we decided to create a world were no one hid their frustration and could unleash their hatred whenever they wanted, however they wanted.
In this world, we fight one another everyday, men savagely murder one another. If we let our anger out the chance we get, a gruesome, uncontrollable war won't dare appear. Even though right now, those who cannot fight nor protect, slowly suffer the excruciating pain, it's better then the war that almost ended our kind, The War of the Gods, in which humanities number declined rapidly. The weapons and armour created where far more superior than mankind itself, and once it fell into the wrong hands, there was no stopping it. That war, one thousand years ago, still causes panic today. It started out as a small group of rebellion know as Gods Men, suggesting they were sent by the gods to help protect everyone from there unfair world. The organisation grew immensely as more people demanded more freedom. They pleaded for a world where they weren't discriminated, confined or forced to think like others, but to be individuals and be respected for that. We listen to the stories of that world and we envy them and they're world, that we like to call Heaven. We cannot comprehend what they went through or how they lived, but these stories that are passed from generation to generation foretell us of world filled with wondeful things.
I live in a place called Merentarily, It is a word created from the word momentarily, meaning that everything is here for a little while, and merrily, to take away the harshness from the implied meaning. It feels like we're just living to keep us from becoming non-existent, though being the way we are now, is the same as not being alive.
Merentarily is divided into five nations; North, East, South, West and The Capital. The four nations are named after the directions in which they are, North is in the north and South is to the south, The Capital is situated in centre and is known as the centre of Merentarily. We live a normal life, we relax, work and go on holidays, but if we are unlucky and just so happen, become a target of an institution, your life will end just like that, the families that are left have no choice but to live on, because they believe that this is life, they've seen it since they could begin to remember. Young women who are from poor backgrounds often get kidnapped and sold to, either institutes to become there whores, or forced to become prostitutes. Children who's parents died are left to die of starvation.
Men are taught how to wield a weapon since they're twelve and women are taught self defense but daughters of wealthy men are locked away to keep them safe as many other institutes may try to kidnap or murder them. If some orphaned children are lucky, institutions may take them and train them as assassins, they're not payed nor do they deal with there demands, if the child does not live up to the expectations, the child is executed. Everyone is always in danger, no one is ever safe, no mercy is ever shown as no one ever shown any to them. You must kill to stay alive and once you've stained your hands with blood, you cannot clean them. You must continue to kill, to protect yourself and the people you love. That is the unfair world called Merentarily, it's a beautiful name for something so ugly.
In Merentarily we have institution in which we join to grow stronger or to depend upon if we have family that need protection. Each institution is created by rich businessmen, they can also be created by ordinary people, but they need the permission of The Fosters. We are shown that we can do anything and everything, but The Fosters controls us, they use who are needed, then dispose of them as they please. The Fosters have the best army in the entire kingdom. The Fosters give us the idea that we're free of choice but they manipulate us from the shadows. They're no leaders to watch over Merentarily, but there's a group called the Foster, they're consisted of the most powerful men of large families. They watch over people and make sure no one oversteps there bound, they teach us, "You're here for a little while, let us be friends rather than enemy's, because when you're gone no one is going to care who you were, or what you did, so greet us with a smile and live a fun, enjoyable life." The Foster have that motto imprinted on nearly everything, they pretend that this world we live in is fun and enjoyable, but it's all a lie, only the strongest survive, only those who work non stop to become perfect are aloud to survive, but no matter how much you cover your dilemma, we can never completely hide it. we cannot destroy it, as we never created it. We must keep pushing towards our unclear goals, which maybe surviving, or maybe fulfilling what we're created for.
Humanity deserves everything they have coming, we cannot control the monster within us, we cannot control human emotions, no matter how much pressure we apply, no matter how peacefully we manipulate them, it cannot be done, because we have no right, we are just mere humans, beings who can only cause destruction and are filled with nothing but greed and envy.
The forgotten are those who cannot fight nor protect, and are thrown to the side to suffer, or used as pawns in the game of life, but these people are what everyone always overlooks, those people are the ones who bring change. Though their so called meaningless, souls are crushed, they still fight, they still push there way into a new era, a change that people like us can never bring, because people like us don't dislike the world we live in, because we don't have to suffer like they do. Those who we refuse to acknowledge spiral out of control, in search of a place they can call home, but that's just it, there is no place called home, because a home is were you're completely happy and need nothing more, and the inner greed attached to us refuse to accept it. Yet when the forgotten attempt to create a world beyond our imagination, we step in it and corrupt an innocent dream, to create a place called home. The people who keep wanting to change the world, are often those who we forget to notice, we can look away for an instant and when we look back they have completely changed into someone determined to create a place called home, and by then it's far too late.
