We are among humans, have human alike problems and feelings, but we are not human. You would say we're witches, we are witch people. The first time I called myself a 'Witch' was the most magical moment of my life, but I never wanted this life as someone 'magical', who would? Enchantment is having confidence in yourself, in the event that you can do that, you can get anything going. Expectation can be a great power. But are we to accept who we are? No matter who tears us apart or leaves us behind?

It is the year 2087. The Last Human has been on the run for twenty years and is finally captured by the victorious alien conquerors, The Stellaris. He is brought before a court of alien inquisitors a broken man. Here he retells in poetic saga, the most epic of all wars and the incredible heart of the Human Race.