I own nothing except the plot, and a few characters. I do not make any monetary profit from this story, if I did, I would not be living off of ramen noodles constantly. Sorry to waste your time with the usual Arthur babbles, now on to the tale.
Prologue
'Please Lord, help us.' Was the one of the many thoughts and prayers ringing loudly throughout the minds on the men on the battlefield. Bodies blew through the air, plummeting to the ground in loud crashes and thuds. Blood and fire rained from the skies along with the human pieces and bits of metal from the various weapons and explosives. Screams and sobs could be heard for miles, and many wished that they had lost their hearing in being too close to one of the bombs, and as for the ones who had, they thanked for one small blessing. This was war, and there was not a thing anyone could do. Whispers of goodbyes and promises were held dear on the ears that heard them, as the last moments for one passed. Many questioned 'what logic was in this, futile fight?' Sadly, none received an answer from anyone. The commanders, proud and regal persons, stood at the top of the base on the northern and southern hills, looking down upon the many men that had been lost, and the ones that will be lost, they too, questioned 'why did it have to come to this?'. But no answer would ever be given, for the ones who decided that this was the only way, were beginning to doubt the decision. They began to regret not trying harder to find another solution.
The battle was spreading. It now reached to the outskirts of the towns, farms and homes were easily pushed aside in order to gain more ground to dig their heels in. This, this was no longer a war. This had now become something, so much worse. It had become Hell on Earth. Man, slaughtering man. Children, being killed in order to discourage the opposing sides. Women, were sterilized, if not killed, to help prevent the sides from rising more soldiers in the future, and to cause inhuman grief to those who suffered. Many wandered the streets without a destination in mind, just hoping to find someplace that had less suffering than what was here. They hoped for 'less', not 'none'. They weren't just killing the armies, they were killing everything. Even the criminals who had committed the worse crimes imagined, shuddered at what the land had become.
One child, stood at the end of the world. Tears crashing into the ground like ocean waves during a storm. Red hair and liquid gemmed eyes stared into the unknown with a determined glare. Her white tunic collided within its folds, sounding like thunder. Brushing the dirt and blood from her cheeks, showing freckles to the world, she made a promise. A promise that none but her shall hear, none but her shall know.
None but her shall accomplish.