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**Prologue**
Starling was a special colony.
It was coveted above all other colonies, the leadership and forward progress of its salvation the story of legends.
When the Darhk Dynasty wreaked havoc among all of the world and separated civilization, it was Starling that brought the resistance out.
It was Starling that defeated Darhk and it was Starling that the world turned to in its time of need.
Once the dust had finally settled, and the key figures emerged from the rubble, the council was formally formed. The patriarch, The Queens, took the lead in leadership dedicating resources to shaping the world into what it was today.
Over time though the opinions of man once again clouded judgement, and what was once a harmonious rule turned to the darker ally of corruption and greed as Starlings prestige and wealth rose.
The public was none the wiser to the inner turmoil of Starling's Elite and the small few who had tried to right the wrongs were quickly dashed.
And life moved on, the Queens continued to rule, and no one was any wiser.
Or so they thought.
It was chaotic.
Even though he could never hear the noise he could feel the chaos down to his soul.
He could also never escape the scene that unfolded in front of him.
It was a tilted one, he was immobile on the ground, and she was screaming.
Her face is what chased him awake and it was the one detail he could never remember. He knew she was blonde. He knew she had the brightest blue eyes he'd ever seen, and he knew she was crying out in her heartbreak. He could see it in the contortion of her expression, in the wet tear streaks running down her face.
They were dragging her away from him, two burly men on either side of her jerking body, their grip so tight he knew they would bruise her with their uncontrolled restraint.
At this point he could feel the desperation seeping in his own bones, his vision beginning to darken around the edges with the ominous warning and he knew this nightmare would have only one end.
It never changed.
He could see her calling out in frantic yells, focusing as hard as he could on what she was saying as his consciousness floated from his body. She repeated her mantra over and over again and with a chocking gasp he jerked awake. His heart was pounding too quickly, his limbs tingling, and his name a floating whisper in his burning ears.
"Oliver."