The Last Shadow.

War. It's all I ever knew.

We come into this world with our eyes closed. And most of us choose to live our whole lives that way. We blindly follow anyone who will lead us... Giving ourselves over to anything that provides us with a sense of purpose.

As for me. I didn't know what I wanted, I didn't know what I was born for. When I first spoke, when I first walked, it was a cold, cold hard place, a place called the gardens.

I ,was a soldier, born with countless others in the deepest depths of the garden.

Marked with a bar code tattoo as soon as we came out of our artificial wombs, one at the nape of the neck and the other on the lower back while also having Two laser engraved marks on both of our wrists making sure that we're identified after a battle

Honestly, I don't know what I am, who I am, all I know is of my name and my code number, 000-01 sometimes I wonder

What does it mean, to live?

What does it mean, to fight and die?

I question the orders but, it's impossible to do so anyways. The more I fight, the more scars that I gain, is something to one and to others. The brothers I've lost, the sisters I've lost, in this bloody war that's rained on for over fifty years.

The year that I was born, it was near the 50th mark and the day I was deployed it was near the sixty sixth year of the war.

For us, as soldiers, war never ends, for it continues in any shape or form