FSRTDW: Legacy

War, the never ending hell of this world. no matter how hard you try to stop it, no matter how hard you try to avoid it, it will happen. Good men die fighting for a cause they know little about. The die believing they changed something, but the world isn't so forgiving. She takes, and takes from you until you break. Then she takes what remains. War is hell, and her flame can never be quenched. It makes monsters out of us, demons, lost souls. Still we stand, fighting for the same cause we know little of. Why do we return, knowing what we shall lose along the way? Dragons, we can never escape the hell we were created to sate. Left in an endless cycle, a hopeless state of sadness. I just want them back