The Post-World

The New Era

Introduction

They probably won't believe my story when they find it in the ashes but still... My story should be told. My name is Lucifer Allen. I am 21 at the time this is written but believe me, my problems started way before this.

I was born on the Sky Ship 12 on December 20th, Year 3 of the New Era. The Sky Ship I was born on happens to also be the last ship to take off from earth after the "cleansing". It's not very important but it is a fact the instructors loved to force feed us.

Now, my daily life on the ship was mostly filled with a routine of training alongside the other youths. Our instructors were always former professors when it came to any academics and high ranking military officers when it came to our survival. It was fairly easy for me but I've seen others crack under the pressure. We didn't have grades like when my father was educated but pressure was still prevalent among my peers by instead, being scrutinized for every single falter and error. I admit, it was effective if not harsh but after each group got older, those errors became less frequent until the eldest class had been trained to perfection. This is just part of the journey that lead me to my current issue, however. Once I turned 17 is when the real story began...