It was a day like no other when the war started.
I looked out the window sill, whilst sitting on the rusted table below it. Fear. Thats what I saw in the peoples eyes, the hope excaping from there bodies- quicker than them even taking a breath of air. Its gotten out of hand - is what the reporters on the television say, but why has war been taken towards us. When the innocent are punished for deeds they never did commit. The war would change us all in aspects no of us could imagine.
This is the Travel time we call this time period, as we can travel from one century to another using teleportation. The commander of the head board of travel has stopped the machines whilst people had not returned, so outrage spread among the villages. Children, husbands, family- gone. Never to return. Just as a result as terrorists altering the time space warp holes that are so fragile in each century. I remember how the world used to be; the sun would beat down happily on us with the odd splash of rain, and the birds sang there heartfelt chimes which made waking up in the morning; a much happier task. Now the world has been drained of its joy and love, robbed of what we cherished in this, now cold and dark world. This is not the end. Its just the beginning of destruction.
