Dawn of the Skies, Age of the Forgotten

When humanity reached the golden age of industrialization, we prospered greatly. Towering monuments were built to commemorate our many everlasting achievements brought upon by the new era of metal and steam. Sprawling cities covered the Earth like blankets of iron and steel, but it was not to last. The darkness of war consumed humanity in a raging fury. Ash spewed into the air, smoke filling the skies. Cities burned with the flames of loss and destruction, refugees fleeing to the safety of the mountains as thousands of aircraft swarmed the heavens, the bombs falling upon the towering monuments. When the last guns fell silent, soldiers leaving the final battlefield, an even darker shadow had enveloped humanity. The burning fire of innovation, nothing more than glowing embers of a once glorious past. To the south, a king leads a dying race of engineers. To the west, the Ombak Warriors live leaderless, praying for a Commander that would never return home. To the east, the Atlas navigators of the eastern steppes protect the last of nature's dwindling life. And to the north, a forgotten nobility rules a lost kingdom, never to be remembered again. Then, in the darkest shadow, humanity's spark of inspiration flickered to life. Bringing with it, a new dawn.
The Dawn of the Skies.
But it doesn't matter, because even after all our achievements, nothing will be remembered by history, and the Age of the Skies shall be forgotten, forever.
Unless you read this book, and pass on the legend.