Prologue: The World Turn

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The world was never this dark before The Cinders came in. It wasn't perfect, but we weren't fearing for our lives everyday, we never had to worry about "selection", their word for murdering specific people, we just lived. We woke up, went to work, came back, and went to bed to do it all over again. But now, we live in constant fear for our lives; The Order cut off all basic services like power and water, and we're forced to break our backs doing labor for them everyday just to get a meager salary. The Cinders are just ruthless psychotics, killing whoever they see fit while trying to pose as our government. It started as a cult, but it soon grew into a massive armed rebellion that overthrew all earth government in 8 years. Now, they rule earth with a fist coated in iron and blood, the blood of the commonfolk, executing at least 10 people a day. But I'm probably not making any sense, so let me try to explain from a different angle

My name is Draythan Bolt, but my designation is Vanadium-23. Every city-or, are they sectors now? In any case, every city has an element ascribed to it. We were all given designations when The Cinders took over, and we're not allowed to use our real names. But there is hope. A new underground movement, the Hallowed, is training soldiers to fight The Cinders; weapons are being stolen, food is being grown in underground farms, electricity is currently being re-routed from defunct power lines. War is coming. There will be blood. And I'm standing in line to be the newest of the "selected."

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