Peter awoke with a start, his heart pounding in his chest as the gravity of the day's impending events rushed back into his consciousness. It was a day of great significance, a day that held the promise of altering the course of their world for the better, and Peter knew it was entirely justifiable to feel the weight of responsibility upon his shoulders.
H.E.I.R, the clandestine organization that Peter and his younger brother, Micah, were soon to become part of, was the linchpin of their hopes. It was the organization they believed could prevent the catastrophic war looming on the horizon—a war that threatened to plunge their world into darkness.
With a sense of urgency, Peter pushed himself up into a sitting position. His gaze swept across the room, finally locking onto his slumbering brother. Micah lay there, ensnared in the clutches of dreams, his features softened by the peaceful embrace of sleep.