Historias de Lossofhumanity

⸻ Power is never taken all at once. It is earned in silence, blood, and obedience. Two years after the academy forged him into a weapon, Alexi Arkson is no longer just a rising officer-he is a man standing at the edge of something far greater, and far more dangerous. The war has not ended. It has only changed shape. Within the ranks, old commanders cling to fading authority while Arkson builds something new beneath their feet-quietly, methodically, without asking permission. Orders begin to bend around him. Loyalty shifts. Fear listens. And deep beneath a forgotten government site, an abandoned facility hums back to life, becoming the birthplace of an idea that will one day reshape the world. The Dark Army begins here. As Arkson tightens his grip on a base that becomes his first true domain, opposition rises from within. Former mentors, officers, even friends stand in his way-forcing him to make a choice that will stain his hands forever. Control is no longer theoretical. It is enforced. Publicly. Brutally. At home, his wife Selene carries a child he barely has time to see. His son Ryder, still young, watches a father who grows colder by the day. Arkson believes he is building a future strong enough to protect them. He does not yet know what it will cost. In the shadows of steel corridors and secret chambers, EDEN begins to speak-not as a map, not as a weapon, but as something far more unsettling: a voice. Incomplete. Evolving. Watching. By the time Arkson dons his legendary black uniform, the line between general and tyrant has already blurred. Because the greatest secret is not the army he is building- but the man he is becoming. And once the air leaves a man's lungs, there is no taking it back.

"Let go of your worries" they said "have a drink it won't hurt" THEY SAID!! May I not start my story of rage like this, I will start at WHO I am, who I was before the misery. This is a story of charity a teenager who fell in to a trap. and is now trying to reattach her humanity.

This legend is not one of happiness or hope, but one devoid of it. This was originally made as an assignment for school but I'm proud enough of it that I decided to post it here. Thoughts? I can't make a book cover right now so here's an image of an alien planet instead. Yes I took the name from my story, "MU" World at War"

poem about what was going through my head when I was 12-14

A poem about one of life's greatest atrocities, Revenge