In those days, everything was fine. Going so well, it was hard to believe something like that could happen...but it did. Like a bolt from the depths of the blue sky, it struck without warning. Everything was torn apart. Life disrupted, millions and millions killed. Could anyone have stopped it?
...I probably could have...
They were devastated. But they persevered. They lived on, and grew. They could not get a clearer view of the future or prosperity than a ray of sunshine could illuminate a planet covered in dust, but the few rays that broke through gave them hope. They rebuilt, and became glorious once again. But they remembered the tragedy, and did not allow it to occur again. Their society was of a different make than that of before. They would not die out. They would not be devastated. Not again.
Why...
Why did they keep going? Time is a bitter enemy...it ravages memory and knowledge. They would make the same mistake again...just given time...
One day, a strange man appeared to them. He spoke of a magnificent time from long ago. He talked about its incredibly advanced civilization, of it's inventions, its virtues, and it's reign.
Could such a wonderful time ever truely exist?
But that is not all he spoke of. At least, what he wanted to speak of. He spoke of it's terrible sins, it's wars, its deaths, it's injustice. Before he could ever warn against the crimes of the glorious era, the youth of this one dreamt of the devices of such a civilization, and wanted them for themselves. They killed the man before he could stop them from beginning this crusade. Believing that bringing war, death, and injustice to the world could recreate the Glorious Era, they began to commit the sins that had devastated themselves aeons ago.
Ignorance...Time has won the battle...
The war they waged for the "Benefit of All" lasted a hundred years, until a war-torn planet forced them to rethink what they believed in. Nations appeared once more, making the world multicolored, removing the White and Black war and non-war philosophies. Uneasy peace and the building of arms continued for decades. Horrific weapons were rediscovered. But never did a large scale war erupt once more.
Peace through power...a strange, unthought of concept, and yet, so obvious...
But now, a war was to be waged once more, but not one of world devastating scale. No, this was but a small skirmish...but this skirmish was survival for the young Anyaran Alliance, and it's people...
And so it begins...He who controls war controls all fate except his own...