War. War never changes.

Since the dawn of humankind, when our ancestors first discovered the killing power of rock and bone, blood has been spilled in the name of everything, from God, to justice, to simple psychotic rage.

The Romans waged war to gather slaves and wealth. Spain built an empire from its lust for gold and territory. Hitler shaped a battered Germany into an economic superpower.

War never changes.

The end of the world occurred pretty much as we had predicted. Too many humans, not enough space or resources to go around. The details are trivial and pointless, the reasons, as always, were purely human ones. In the year 2077, after millennia of armed conflict, the destructive nature of man could sustain itself no longer. The earth was nearly wiped clean of life in a great cleansing, an atomic spark struck by human hands, that quickly raged out of control. Spears of nuclear power rained from the skies. The world was plunged into an abyss of radioactivity and rage. Continents were swallowed in flames and fell beneath the boiling oceans. Humanity was almost extinguished, their spirits becoming part of the background radiation that blanketed the earth.

But it was not, as some had predicted, the end of the world. Instead, the apocalypse was simply the prologue to another bloody chapter in human history.

For man had succeeded in destroying the world, but war... war never changes.

In the early days, thousands had been spared the horrors of the holocaust by taking refuge in enormous underground shelters known as vaults. But when they emerged, they had only the hell of the wastes to greet them. Their inhabitants set out across ruins of the old world to build new societies, establish new villages, form new tribes.

Except for those in Vault 101. For on that fateful day, when fire rained from the sky, the giant steel door of Vault 101 slid closed, and never reopened.

"It is here you are born. It is here you will die."

Because in Vault 101, no one ever enters... and no one ever leaves.

However, there was one brave soul who dared to venture into the long, barren, waste of the Capital Wasteland. This man fought and fought for a dream that all would be able to grasp if he succeeded.

And... it did succeed.

Yet, he died before his dream could be seen.

His dream was achieved by his very own son. The son, like the father, left the comfort safely of the vault in search for answers. The son left to find his father.

After a long journey to find his father, the Lone Wanderer, as he was soon called, finally found him; however, tragedy soon struck it's ugly head when his father was soon taken away by death's grasp. Filled with grief, and bitter sorrow, the Lone Wanderer left with Dr. Lee to the Botherhood of Steal.

He soon fought many things after that.

He managed to retrieve the Garden of Eden; he soon took back control of Project Purity, and after two weeks, he destroyed the remnants of the Enclave.

Now, after a year of constant battle, the Lone wanderer found himself surrounded, on all sides, with no chance to escape The firefight lasted long, with the other opposing side losing many. However, one lucky person managed to strike the Lone wanderer right between the eye. He died, of course.

His death might mean the end of a long, vigorous journey, but... it was the beginning of a new start.

Kage screamed from his bed. His scream was blood curtailing and horrible.

"Son? Son?" someone screamed from another room.

Kage bolted from his position and looked at his hands for some reason. He felt cold, but warm. It was weird.

"Son!" He heard again. However, a door opened with a creak to undermine the shout of the person. "Son? Are you alright?"

Kage turned his head to look at his father, James.

Father could see his son trembling, it scared him. "What's wrong?" He found himself asking.

Kage looked at him for a minute before he looked down at his hands. Image after images were flashing from his head. They felt real but, how?

"I-I don't know dad. I-I don't know." Kage looked at his father, eye's wide with fright as more images continue to hit him.

James placed a hand onto Kage's head. If there was one thing James knew more than science and medicine, that would be psychological damage. His son had the symtoms for now. He looked nervous beyond belief, he was trembling, shivering, and he was sweating harder and harder.

"Son?" James frowned. "What's wrong? Tell me, please."

Kage continued to look at his father for a minute before he burst into tears.

"I don't know!" He cried. "I just had a nightmare!"

"A nightmare?" James frown deepened.

"Yes!" Kage latched onto his father and held him tight. "I dreamn't that you left the vault..."

Jame's frown turned down a bit but his face slowly whitened. I was going to leave the vault tomorrow, but how could he...

"... and the overseer killed Jonas for that..."

My actions' killed Jonas?

"... So, I had to escape the vault because the overseer wanted to kill me, too."

"Wait," James interrupted. "Why did the overseer want to kill you?"

"He thought I was in cahoots with your escape!"

"I see... " James trailed off. "Go on."

"After I escaped, thanks to Amata, ... "

James face was still serious but a slow smile graced his lips when he heard that.

" ... I went to this place called Megaton ... "

James had enough by now. He was pale and was slowly coming to grips of what his son told him. However, a smile found his way into his lips. But then he frowned. How could his son know about Megaton? Maybe he remembered it from when he was a baby? But, a baby doesn't remember about things like that when they're that old. Could they? Unless they're geniuses or maybe prodigies of the highes level; however, no one could be a genius or a prodigy in this day and age. It did not make sense!

"Finnaly," James heard his son. "I found the G.E.C.K. after a few hours and I ... "

James snapped his full attention at his son. That is what he was looking for! But how did his son know about it? He found it? He thought. "Wait? G.E.C.K.? Where?"

Kage stopped his crying a while ago and was just looking at his bed weirdly. "I told you. I dreamn't that I found a G.E.C.K. in vault 89; but, it was full of super mutants and was actually the place where the super mutants came from."

James looked at his son apprehensively. He didn't know what to believe already. However, he sighed and just smiled at his son. "Kage, get some rest now. It's late. Alright?"