PROLOGUE

THE DAWN OF A NEW ERA.

Year 2067. Sector 3 was devastated. It was the first full-scale strike by the Resistance against the enemy. Each and every personnel stationed there was brutally killed. Arms and legs strewn everywhere, a few heads lingering around with dead eyes looking over the burnt area as if lamenting the loss of loved ones living in the area, waiting for the Keeper to save them from their hardship. The Keeper never came. Never even came to see what had happened, because I had stayed over and watched each and every direction, waiting for even a sign that the Keeper and Her Royal Guard were coming, even if to cleanse the area. But She never came. Not even a messenger or a scout was sent, even when the message of this heinous act was sent with proof. My guards were standing next to me, taut and attentive, but a bit of uncertainty etched over. But they never faltered, never failed, even when they knew that such slaughter was not condoned by the Imperial Society, the only War-free sector capable of rivalling the power of The Keeper, but only to certain limits. The thought of the "Holy War", as the soldiers had dubbed it, made my mind go over to the first of all causes, the fight over the supremacy of Earth, or Unicron, as has been stated in many parchments of information older than humanity itself, solidifying the existence of life beyond Earth. Beyond Our Solar System. Beyond our Galaxy. Beyond Our Imagination.