Prologue

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       My name is Nora.  I can't tell you my last name.  Nobody in this book will tell you there last name unless it is absolutely  necessary.  We are to easily tracked.  Nora may not even be my real name.  That is for me to know and for you to find out.  Yes, all by yourself, if you can't, well, you must not care enough.

        I can't tell you much about the work I did for the Kings those many years ago.  I don't even want to think about it.  The Unity wasn't built in a day.  It wasn't destroyed in a day either.  It took two.

        I can't tell you much, but I can tell you this:

        In the year 2193 uprises everywhere caused even the strongest of the countries to collapse   By 2200, disease, crime, and hunger ran rampant.  No government establishments.  No law.  No law enforcers.  No hospitals.  Civilization was being destroyed.  The human population was decreases by 89%.  A new government was birthed.  The entire world is ruled by five Kings.  Rank one king through rank five king. Rank one is the most powerful King.  Rank five is the least powerful.  But even the rank five King has ten times more power than the wealthiest Lord.  The Lords are powerful families that are wealthy land owners under the King.  

        The Kings united everything.  Universal language.  Universal country.  Universal currency   No war.  Only progress.  No hunger.  Just life.  No destruction.  Only Unity.  Unity is everything.  Even the country is called Unity.  Everyone is Unified.  United in Life.  United in Death.

        There were a few things that were not planned for.  A Rebellion.  Death.  Sacrifice.  A Mistake.

         But that is my past, your future.  Consider yourself warned.  There will be deaths.  There will be sacrifices   There will be Unity.  There will be united people.  There will be betrayal.  There will be a terrible secret.  Too terrible to share, too terrible to keep inside.  but most of all there will be a survivor.  So stay with me, dear reader, as my friends and I tell our stories.

        Back track many, many years.

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