Vekta Prelude
A small cabin house stood in the middle of a wasteland, it was called Refuge's Match. This small cabin was a sign for those seeking a new life that they almost found it. An old man wearing worn overalls with a straw hat sat in his rocking chair, looking off into the ominous wasteland. The sky was purplish-black and the ground was bright due to the sun. It was quite a sight, to the old man it looked like light and darkness were clashing. The old man's thoughts were sudden halt as a young boy got in his view and asked him a serious question.
"Why do people hurt other people grandpa?" The boy's brown eyes gave a stern stare at his grandfather. Rocking on his chair, the grandfather could tell that the little boy in front of him was determined to get his question answered. 'No fewer than 10 years old' the grandfather thought to himself. He lived long enough to tell just by the grandson's face, there was no talking himself out of this. So he gave a seldom sigh and looked back into the barren wasteland. The television could be heard from inside the house, it talked about the new announcement for war. 'How did that announcement come to play? The people are scared shitless, another war will destroy this world.' But once again in deep thought, the young grandson pulled his grandfather out of it by tugging on his overalls.
"Don't sleep yet, you haven't answered my question." The young boy was determined to get the answer he wanted.
The grandfather gave a tired laugh and adjusted his straw hat. Then he looked at the boy, "Now I ain't going to sleep Vic, but you got to understand that there are things that not even grandpa knows." He gave out a small smile off the side of his lips as he saw that the kid was impervious to that small lie.
"No!" The boy said shaking his head, "You know grandpa, and I know you do."
"Okay, okay." The grandfather gave in to the kid's determination. "Sometimes when a man strongly believes in something he wants to share it with others." The kid gave an understanding nod as his grandfather continued. "But not all the people will agree with what the man has his heart set out for. And they might have their own view on how things should be. And when your heart is really passionate about something and when another man who has their own radical views shoots your ideas down, well, that could get you hurt. But what you should get back up and persist, as you do son." The grandson smiled and laughed abit as the grandfather patted his head. "But when people get angry, their sense of reality dims, and when angry people disagree, they don't see the big picture, and they start conflict."
The young boy didn't look completely satisfied. The grandfather looked at him and wondered if he had lost him, "Something the matter son?"
"I don't understand how that could lead to people killing other people." The grandson's question made the grandfather start to laugh.
"In the end you have a choice son. The choice for good and the choice for wrong." After that was said the kid looked more confused, and when he asked for the grandfather to explain, he just laughed and shook his head. He sat next to his grandfather, unsatisfied. He watched as the tanks rolled past their cabin, shaking the foundation. The sight of these monsters made the young vic scared, he wondered in this war was just as his grandfather said, as if this was all over an argument.