The Mako
Prologue
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Another cold, ashen morning. These are the worst days here. No sun, light, warmth, or sovereignty on these days. The feel of malevolence is constant. As I wade through the endless monotony, I oftentimes find myself lost in thought. I wonder if this place could ever possibly revert back to what it once was. This place long ago was the Promised Land, forever shunned in the search for a new one. The blessings from the gods themselves blind-sided us, the mako which was bestowed upon us through the divine, was now the very thing which damned the planet. All an elaborate plan from the start. I could see it. Others couldn't, all but one. Him. He could see what I see, he was like me, or was I like him, I do know one is true. They were all spun from the same web of life; the Lifestream. He and I weren't, we were different, we were feared, we were threats. Both of us deemed threats, both feared.
From birth, choices choose us, we try to escape, but can't. Life taken, vision blurred. A choice chose me as all others, I was to be a SOLDIER, an elite, but I was to be an experimental form of SOLDIER, under close surveillance, I couldn't run. Around two months after my induction, they deemed me, "Failure Number 101." I could here what they were saying behind the curtain, "We'll never get success out of all of these! What was I thinking! A normal man could never come close to him." I thought to myself, I could. Upon my title as 'Failure 101', they chose to decommission me, I was a threat, I started to see through my mako clouded eyes, and for it, I would be destroyed.
As the day broke, my journey began.
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