I remember the war.
I remember the fires.
The pain.
The suffering.
I remember the loss.
I was only four years old when the wars started. When the world was turned upside down, fact and fiction twisting as demons now haunted the earth.
No, not haunted.
Ruled.
Humans lost.
Utterly and completely.
Those willing to fight had either died off or realized that resistance was futile.
My parents were in the former.
Those willing to fight died off fairly fast, leaving us with twenty years of torment as humans became the submissive species to them.
I was only four at the time.
I remember watching as they were slaughtered.
And I remember mercy.
Now, humans are the servants. We are the weaklings, the ones who are preyed upon and ruled over like serfs in the medieval times.
All looking up to one ruler, the one who cast this world into the shadows we live in today. The Chaos we live in.
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