Chapter 2: That's When Everything Went Wrong

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The day was dark, like the skin of every man and woman around, but one. A woman of lust and wonder, a white-looking woman who dared to venture into the amazon that is (insert). "You ought to stop being so stubborn, darling," she said, to the giraffe in this horde of mice.

"I ought to know what is best for my people," he asserted, "and as the prince, I have a responsibility that one such as yourself will never understand."

"As the woman who loves you, I can't watch as you throw your life away to this fruitless war. I can't sit here and wait for them to return your body."

" LOOK, I'm sorry, truly. I am," he stammered, as he grew slowly towards her chest. "But I cannot stop, even if I want to. It is MY responsibility, and it has been my father's and my forefather's responsibility for centuries, I can't. I. I really can't, my love."

His eyes began to sink into the abyss that was his circumstances. His hands could not help but wander down to her cheek as he tried to soothe her tears. What a sorry sight. A man whom one would have to break their neck to look at. A man who was a Goliath among this herd of simple men. Simple men who bore makeshift armor, iron marks on their faces, and rifles on their backs.

The word fight filled the air as they stood for command. The command from the man who was enamored by their very enemy.

"I... I'M PREGNANT," she yelled, as he tried to part from her. Her eyes filled with vigor.

"What?" he questioned, his face trifling between joy and tears.

"Please, please, please," she uttered, bringing her hands to his. "Please don't do this, for both me and your.... son."

His eyes began to widen as he began to realize the situation that he was in.

It is now the year 2025, the world is on fire and the war to end all wars has now taken the lives of over 500 million citizens. The goliath: Pierre Desrosier, a man of Haitian and Dominican descent, now stood as the leader of an army of over 3,000,000. Who all wore iron marks on their faces, marks that resembled those on his arms, fists, and legs. His eyes, a rare green, made him look unlike the rest of his people. He was called the goliath for a reason, he was massive.

Here in their makeshift fortress, gathered 3,000,000 men and women who were able to give their lives to their cause and to their people. He HAD to lead them, and he would most likely die on the battlefield, but only the cowards would run away.

He'd met her on a rainy day. A day where he had decided to go drinking alone after receiving his draft. He'd been a simple prince for years, who trained in the secret art of the world. But now he would have to use that art to destroy the coalition of bastard-countries that thought that they set the world on fire.

She had just been through a horrible divorce, and was now drowning in misery at her local bar after losing her child, yet again. I'll explain this later. They met and like most people do during times of anguish, they loved. He loved her so much that he brought her over to his camp. They loved each other so much even though she was not one of them.

All he knew was that she had many children, nothing more, and she knew everything about him. Even so, they were in love, and now with a child. A son. Funny.

They stared at each other despite the impending battle. He knew what he had to do.

"GABRIEL," he ordered, a tall man who sported more iron marks than the rest of the army came running at him. "Please, take her, keep her safe, away from all of this."

"But sir," he protested.

"THIS IS AN ORDER, GO YOU FOOL," he yelled, removing himself from her. She protested as Gabriel grabbed her with enough force to carry her, but just enough so as to not hurt her.

"STOP," she screamed, "STOP YOU BASTARD, PLEASE DON'T DO THIS,"

He did not look back, and this would be the last time that these lovebirds spoke to each other.

It was now March 31, 2026. The war had finally reached its conclusion. The victor: the bastard countries who set the world on fire. The 2-year war had ended after Pierre Desrosiers' heart was pierced by the art of the world. He had joined the war on October 23, 2025 and had managed to turn its tides with a beautiful fight, but still did not remain the victor.

Xayah Mueh had received the news from the man whom she was forced to hide with. The man who had saved her from assassins, snakes, and pneumonia. The man who was then forced to deliver her son after Xayah went into distressed labor 30 minutes before April 1st dawned.

Xayah Mueh could have survived this ordeal, Gabriel was surprisingly skilled at this, but there was a surprise that even she, despite her years of meticulous planning, could not control.

She gave birth to a son, and a daughter. The daughter would prove to be her undoing. But It's far too early for you to learn why.

With that the burning world was forced to extinguish its flames and welcome an era ruled by Xayah Mueh's 10 children. 10 very troubled kids indeed.

This is their story and it starts from zero.

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