Book One: Pandora
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  • Reads 260
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  • Parts 12
  • Time 2h 54m
Complete, First published Nov 18, 2018
Peace. Peace is subjective. If one were to truly think about it, peace is not possible without the suppression of something. While this sounds bad on the surface, there is a reasonable justification for such a thought. The world rightfully chose to suppress the wrongful urges within us because we knew that it would bring us peace. The past is simply a reminder of the repressed darkness within, and, with such erased from our minds, we have no presumptions made towards one another; we are in peace. When those come against our peaceful ways, they too must be suppressed.

But who decides what is darkness and what is not? Who decides what should be suppressed?
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We're all pawns in this game played by those on top. From the moment we can process what they're telling us, we're led to believe that we must kneel before superiority. Bow our heads to the kings and queens, the powerful men and women who sit high on their thrones. To them, we are nothing but tools, obstacles, and threats. For this life is nothing but a constant battle between immortals. The individuals on the pedestals, and the ones in the dirt. So, how may we get out? How much blood will be spilled, tears shed, final breaths taken, before this is all over? People are lost in the game. They don't come back. Sons and daughters, parents, siblings... all slaughtered in this power play. Through all of this I have lost. I walk upon the shattered past left in my wake. I wish for death to finally arrive, but it never does. There's a crown of death atop my head and there's nothing I can do to change it. We were ready to make a difference. When death came to our doorstep we refused to let it take us, not without a fight, but it was a futile attempt. No one can stand in the way of a king starved for the power of it all. Tainted by ambition and violence. And with that, two thousand soldiers drew their swords for a war they would not win.