1 Prologue

What has it been... three hundred years since the war broke out? Why have I kept pushing when I know it's all just false hope. Now I have to sit here and die without understanding the meaning of this war. The meaning of these deaths. THESE BETRAYALS! Why must I sit here without hope and without a dream. Honestly I saw this coming. I saw the hatred we put into this world. It was just a matter of time till fate brought it out on us. As I sit here and bleed out I couldn't stop wondering what was my dream.