Prologue: Alex Remembers

The world is filled with good and evil." Or so we thought. This claim gives rise to a notion that there is purity, perfection and opposition when it comes to ethics and morality. Perfection: Nothing more than an empty notion that has no value in both life and death. Ethics and morality are easily compared to light and darkness. There is no black and white. No definitive way of truly claiming what is pure. And so, our story begins…

"I remember what my life was like when I was younger. I was happy with everything that I had or wanted. I didn't get quite everything that I wanted even though my parents had an excess in financial wealth, they wanted to teach me humility, patience and wisdom that would accompany my natural occurring greed. At a much younger age, there was much for me to learn as there is now. I can't allow myself to become too intoxicated with blissful happiness to have taken life seriously. Happiness can make life fulfilling. That is, if you can find it and when you do, fight to keep and sustain it," said a voice unknown.

A dark, mysterious woman sits at a desk with a kerosene lamp, illuminating the dark room. The woman, writing, pauses for a moment to gather her thoughts. She lets out a deep sigh before continuing. "My name is Alexandria Stratton. And this is my story."