Prologe
The kind of silence that hung over the platform was one of relief and sorrow. A mix of emotions that each and every person felt. Outsiders would say it was the usual teen angst of going back to school and getting away from their parents once more. But to those who knew the whole story, the entire epic take down to the very last drop of blood, it was, what it was: A tangles web of emotions that couldn't be described. It was an emotion that rore at your very heart strings and clung to your soul, slowly tearing you apart from the inside out. It was cold in recognition. It would bubble in the pit of your stomach, making it churn with anger and greif. It held you in its confines, until you found a way to rid yourself of it. It was the emotions that came with the ending of a great, costly war.
The true toll of a war can not be calculated or figures. But its told by the greif felt. Life is priceless, no matter the person who hold the life. It makes you furrow your brow and dig deep into the confines of your mind to configure a vague meaning of what life really is, or why such things as wars even exist. You can not pay for a war with just money, no. You have to pay with the most valuable thing you will aquire while on earth: Life.
Life can bring many unexpected turns and changes, many facades and lies. The person you are now is not the same person you'll be seven years from now, or even twenty years from now. You'll grow up, you'll mature and see things much diferently. You will learn to think on your own and be the person that you were intened to be. Sooner or later, you will find love, marry and grow old, and your children will do the same.
A loud piercing whistle startled the silence as the last girl boarded the scarlet steam engine. She was a beauty, a real mystery, too. With elusice eyes and flawless features. She was petite, and every boy had his eye on such and exotic creature, but one was intriqued more than all the others. But he did not make his longing known. She had changed since he had last laid eyes upon her. But what he had yet to come to terms with, was exactly how much had changed about her, not only on the outside, but within.
And We Begin.