FSRTDW: Legacy

History

I never understood the reason behind his actions. Even when his goal was clear, it still intruiged me. Why would you give something so valuable, for something of equal worth? I never understood, untill that day. The day my life was flipped head over heels. The day I become a horror story. One told to young soldiers who were fighting for the cause they believed would change the world for the better. Mother earth is a bitch, and father time is her tool.

Time went on, and we were free from Project Draco. I, however, was unable to turn down the life of death and danger. I couldn't leave the life of a soldier no matter how hard I tried. I was born into it. It's all I ever knew. To leave the only thing one know, only leads to hells greater along the journey we call life. Life........what is its true meaning? Ive asked myself that hundreds of times since that day. I still cant get my mind wrapped around the basis of that question. It branches in so many ways, it's impossible to answer it in just one lifetime.

My decision had been made, I would stay in the military. Of course, Nina was soon to follow, Taro on her heels shortly after. I don't know why I allowed them to follow me into the cycle of hell we had tried so hard to escape from. I guess because they were like me, born into a hell the likes of which they knew very well. War was there friend, and there enemy. Like me, they knew no other way of life, so I allowed them to follow. Why did I allow them to follow.

It's all my fault.........no.......yes? I don't know. I can't even keep track of the days anymore. All of my free time is spent drowning my sorrows. Praying ill find the answers to all my questions at the bottom of the next wiskey bottle, but knowing it only leads to more questions.....more self hatred. I had responsibilites, so I had to hide my agony.

Tyro and I were promoted to brigade comander of the entire dragon Regiment. In other words, we were in charge of every dragon who wished to stay in the military and fight. It seemed our experience, and reputation had exceeded us. Because of this, we were chosen to lead proud and true. I decided to take comand of the enlisted personel, and Tyro took command of the officers. Im not sure why I chose them.......they felt like my kind of dragons. Even though we lead diffrent levels, our actions, and decisions were equal. We were in every way as leaders, equal.

Along with this new dragon regiment, came a premilitary group naimed Orion. There focus was to create stronger, deadlier dragons. Within a year of the groups creation, the first dragon was created. What a weak, pathetic creature. Inability to reproduce, brittle, weak. They risked broken limbs by simply walking. To fix this, Orion created exoskeletions to form around the bodies of there creations. It was simple, a metal frame, with a few weapons mounted to it. In short, a weapon vest 2.0.

There popularity grew even more when the orginization created a cure for cancer. Just like that, they took off into the world of praise. Theg developed technologies to make the everyday life better, and soon every house hold in America had at least one of there products. But with fame, comes greed. The owner soon wanted the world as his, and just like that, WWIII began. He relied on no outside forces, no other countries, no resources. His "orginization" owned the means to support him and his goal.

Tyro and I didn't get to go to the field much do to our high position, but we took every chance we could to go fight. We wanted our families close, so when they came of age his young, and Taro were put in a squad together. We called them "Siren" after the old fishermen tails of women who would sing beautiful songs to lure sailors to there deaths. This name came from there stealth. If you heard them, you were already dead. Ace, Tyros son, earned the spot as leader of Siren Squad, and a damned good leader he was. Tyro was so proud of him. It angers me to no end seeing him like that. He doesn't know the pain of loss like me......he never will.

Was it my fault for bringing a child into a life so hellish? Yeah....it had to be. No, no it wasnt my fault. I was born into this hell, and because of that ive doomed my grandchildren to the same hell. Ive doomed my entire bloodline to that hell. It is my fault........I couldn't protect her........and because of that, ill spend the rest of my life morning........ill spend the rest of my life understanding why my father did what he did.......why he went to such great lengths for his mate.