Prologue

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     It's been 5 years since the first star fell to the land, and in those years, there has been so much death and destruction. The war has lasted 4 of those long years.

Jab,

Slash,

Jab,

Perry,

Slash

How much longer can I do this? How many more lives are going to be taken, before I too fall? The battle has raged for hours, and I can still hear the clash of iron and force of power behind me. Not even 50 meters, are the brothers of light and dark. I force myself to not turn around, and to carry on... I must get further away. I must live.

Jab,

Slash,

Jab,

Another body falls, but it's not his screams that scare me. It's the endless battle mere meters from me. I can hear their screams; I can hear the screams of those who get too close. The pure agony, it's unbearable. I must live, I must not turn around. Jab,

Perry,

Slash,

Jab,

I fight for the side of peace, but with all this death, will there ever be peace? I hope the future generations can live through this. This is our last stand. If we do not win, the world as we know it will perish. I-

I look down and right there in the middle of my chest, lies the sword of another man. The taste of Iron floods my mouth as I fall to the ground. I do not waste energy to see my killer; instead, I raise my eyes to the sky to get one last view of the stars. OH, how they shine those pinks and purples. 

 

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